Tomb Raider: February Red

Zhixue blinked, and Er Yuehong reached out to cover his eyes to prevent him from exposing himself. His long eyelashes brushed against Er Yuehong's palm. Er Yuehong's heart palpitated slightly, and he picked him up, "I'll go back first."

The servants from the Hong Mansion followed up from the surroundings and followed Er Yuehong, heading towards the direction of the Hong Mansion.

Zhang Qishan opened his mouth and said, "Second Master, come to my house to discuss this later!"

Er Yuehong did not answer. Zhang Qishan sighed, "Let's settle the people first. The situation is more serious now. The situation is not good."

Zhixue put her arms around his neck. His left knee was injured and he almost fell to the ground. He was relying on Er Yuehong, otherwise he would have fallen even harder.

His eyes were too scorching for Er Yuehong to ignore. He lowered his head slightly and asked, "Where are you from?"

Zhixue opened his mouth and tears welled up in his eyes again. He probably could never go back to his home again. He didn't know what to do. If he hadn't met Er Yuehong, he didn't know if he would suddenly die on the street.

"Er Yuehong..." Zhixue leaned her head against his neck, and her warm breath hit his neck, feeling a little strange.

"Do you know me?" Er Yuehong asked slowly. His overly confident tone made Zhixue a little at a loss, or rather, she didn't know where to start.

"I know you..." Many people know you. I am just one of them. In his world, many people like to read Grave Robbers' Chronicles.

He only favors Er Yuehong and Little Brother. Oh, and Little Brother too. At this time, Little Brother should still be in the Zhang family in Northeast China!

I don’t know if it’s time to expose the fact that the young man is a fake Holy Infant. After the fake Holy Infant is exposed, the young man’s life will be truly miserable!

The young man has spent his entire life going to tombs to chase memories and calculate pain. What should he do to avoid these unnecessary things from happening?

When Zhixue thought about this, his eyes were already blurred with tears. After empathizing for a long time, he really appeared in this world and came to this world alive. He could no longer convince himself that this was just a novel.

Er Yuehong looked at her collar and couldn't help but sigh, wondering why she was crying again. She hugged him with her right hand and patted his arm, "Don't cry, just talk to him nicely..."

He is not an unreasonable person, but how do you know him?

"Brother, can I tell you later?" Zhixue didn't know how to explain it. He needed to think carefully about what to say.

"You can talk about it later, but you have to stay in the Hong Mansion." Er Yuehong would never let him go before the facts were explained.

"Brother, I don't want to leave!" I won't leave you either!

Er Yuehong had never met such a person before. He looked very young and it was unknown how old he was. So he asked, "How old are you?"

Zhixue suddenly seemed to discover something, that is, he seemed to have become smaller, and the clothes he wore became a little bigger. He didn't pay attention to it when he was fleeing, but he could notice it now.

"Brother, I was originally 16 years old..."

Er Yuehong looked at him as they walked, and could not tell that he was 16 at all, only 14 at most. She felt his bone age and could tell that he was deceiving himself.

"You are at most 14..." Er Yuehong hit him.

Zhixue widened her eyes, "14..." No way, he really became smaller, and there is no mirror to look at!

"Remember, after you return to the Hong Mansion with me, if someone asks you about it, just say that you are my relative who just came back from abroad and that his family members were in trouble, so they came to seek refuge with the Hong family." Er Yuehong instructed him.

When other people from the Nine Gates came to test him, he couldn't expose himself. Now that he was a member of the Hong family, he was a member of the Hong family, and no one could try to say anything to him.

Especially Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan might not believe what he said just now. He would definitely send someone to investigate afterwards. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he'd better tell him his background.

"Can other people find out your origins?"

Zhixue can assure himself that in this world, as long as he doesn't tell anyone, no one will be able to find out his origins!

"Brother, don't worry, no one can find out!"

Er Yuehong chuckled, "You trust me?"

His sense of security was also very strange. Logically speaking, he should be a stranger to him, but the person in his arms could place all his hopes and sense of security on him.

Er Yuehong couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at this kind of unreserved trust. Perhaps it was because his circle had been complicated since he was born, and no one could trust a person 100%.

Zhixue was sensitive enough to feel the irony in Er Yuehong's laughter, which made him feel at a loss, because he didn't know how to tell him where he came from and what to do in the future.

Zhixue pulled at his collar and said, "I will tell you everything without reservation. Wait a minute and I'll figure out what to say, okay?"

Tears welled up in his eyes again. If Er Yuehong didn't care about him, it would be difficult for him to survive in this world.

Er Yuehong felt that he sighed more today than in the past, and comforted him helplessly, "Don't cry, I won't throw you out of the Hong Mansion."

Zhixue wanted to cry even more. It was just the Hong Mansion, but the Second Master had to protect me. A naive man like him who lived in an environment of conspiracy and intrigue and had no brains would not survive more than two episodes in the tomb-robbing plot without someone to protect him!

"I promise, I will tell you within seven days!" Zhixue stretched out her hand and swore.

"Okay, I believe you..." If he didn't make his attitude clear, his clothes would be wet by the flood.

I don’t know which little master this is, he can cry so much!

Halfway through the journey, the housekeeper of the Hong Mansion finally met Er Yuehong. He hurried forward to check on Er Yuehong's body and was a little confused about why he was holding a boy.

"Second Master, are you hurt?"

Er Yuehong shook her head. "This is a good seedling that I saved. You should follow me and sing the opera from now on."

Before asking his name, Er Yuehong looked down at him, "What's your name?"

Zhixue didn't react when he asked her to sing along with him. When she did, she quickly said, "My name is Zhixue."

"The Chinese character zhi means the path of the great way, the Chinese character zhi means the world is for all, and the Chinese character xu means snowflakes, the Chinese character zhi means snow."

"What a nice name." Er Yuehong praised. Zhixue smiled and said, "My parents gave it to me!" Then she became disappointed again, "I will never see them again..."

Er Yuehong weighed his silent comfort, and the group headed towards the Hong Mansion.

Mr. Hong was standing at the gate waiting. He saw them from afar and hurried forward, "What's the matter?"

"Dad, I'm fine. This is a good seedling I saved. I plan to take him as my apprentice..." Er Yuehong lifted Zhixue forward.

Old Master Hong took a look and thought he looked good, but in this situation, the brat was still in the mood to save people, which really pissed him off!

Zhixue felt that she should say hello, but she didn't know how to start the conversation, and it didn't seem right to just speak casually.

Er Yuehong smiled, "Dad, I'm fine."

"His foot is injured. Ask the court doctor to come and take a look." Then he carried Zhixue into the Hong Mansion.

"The situation is still unclear. We don't know whether the Japanese will attack Changsha City. Zhang Dafo sent someone to say that he has something to discuss. Now Changsha is half bombed. Let's go into the secret room first. I don't know what tricks the Japanese will have next." Old Man Hong followed behind him and said in a nagging voice.

"Dad, I met Lord Buddha, and he said the same thing, but we don't know what the situation is like yet. I'll go out and take a look later." Their family's odds cannot be lost at a time like this, and they cannot abandon everything and run for their life alone because of fear of death.

Mr. Hong didn't want him to go out, but he just had to!

"Hong'er, I'll go..."

Er Yuehong turned around and said, "I'll go." His voice was firm and made Old Master Hong sigh, "Bring more guys with you so that we can take care of you if anything happens."

Er Yuehong nodded, "I understand."