Tomb Raider: The Fox's Ways to Seducing the Kirin

Cheng Ji felt annoyed whenever he saw Zhang Qishan. This feeling of hating someone but wanting to kill him but not being able to do so was the most annoying.

But just because he couldn't kill him didn't mean he couldn't disgust him.

Cheng Ji nestled in Zhang Qiling's arms, not planning to turn around, but directly asked: "Master Zhang, are you going to give me the thing in your hand directly, or should I ask you for it?"

Naturally, Zhang Qishan would not be naive enough to think that Cheng Ji and the others would show mercy and let him go. After all, this place was halfway across the map away from Changsha, and the emperor was far away. If Cheng Ji really wanted to kill him, not to mention that the group of personal soldiers he brought were, after all, descendants of the Zhang family, and would have no regard for the young man who was backed by the head of the Zhang family, Zhang Qiling.

Based on his understanding of Cheng Ji, even if Zhang Qiling did not intervene, the young man alone might not be able to defeat him even if all of them attacked together.

It was also his bad luck. He didn't expect that in such a secluded place, coupled with the time difference, Cheng Ji and Zhang Qiling would be able to find him directly, leaving them no room to react.

A man who knows the current situation is a hero. Zhang Qishan clenched his fists and negotiated with the boy: "I will give you the things, and you let us go."

Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at Zhang Qishan who was standing there with a look of humiliation, and said lazily: "Excuse me, is Master Zhang negotiating terms with me? Shouldn't you show some sincerity when negotiating terms? It's just a matter of taking things from your pocket. Can this be regarded as the sincerity of our Master Zhang of the Nine Sects?"

Zhang Qishan closed his eyes and said in a compromising tone: "What do you want?"

Cheng Ji smiled and looked at Zhang Rishan who was standing by and watching, trying to turn him into air, and he didn't rush to speak.

The sudden silence made all the Zhang family members present sweat and dared not utter a word.

Zhang Rishan, who was stared at by Cheng Ji, was sweating profusely.

The young man looked at the people in front of him, each with their own ulterior motives and different expressions. He was not in a hurry and waited quietly for them to finish their brainstorming before speaking: "I think your adjutant is pretty good. Why don't you give him up?"

The image that Zhang Qishan had worked so hard to build was now in a dilemma. On the one hand, there was Zhang Rishan, a member of the Zhang family with orthodox Qilin bloodline, whom he had tried so hard to win over; on the other hand, there was the life and death choice that the young man presented to him in a casual conversation.

And now that the young man had directly asked him to choose, it was like a pit was dug for him, waiting for him to jump in.

If he chose to abandon Zhang Rishan, it would be tantamount to disappointing all the Zhang family members who had vowed to follow him till death because of his painstaking efforts.

But if he chooses the second one, Cheng Ji will probably send him to hell without blinking an eye. He can't die, he's not willing to die!

Zhang Rishan couldn't stand seeing the Buddha in trouble, so after hesitating for a moment, he took the initiative to find a way to solve the problem.

Zhang Rishan came over and knelt in front of Zhang Qiling, saying reverently, "Zhang Rishan of the Zhang family greets the clan leader."

Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Rishan who was kneeling on the ground. There are so many honest people in this Zhang family, how come there is a guy like Zhang Qishan?

However, Zhang Rishan has already expressed his stance, so there is no need for Zhang Qishan to pretend to be reluctant, but he still has to put in some superficial effort.

Zhang Qishan thought about it again and again, and finally said with a sacrificial attitude: "You can touch me, but you can't embarrass my people."

Just as Zhang Rishan was about to respond with persuasion, Cheng Ji quickly replied, "Okay, since you are so sincere, I can't reject your face, right? Then I will also show some sincerity, or choose a way to die by myself?"

Zhang Qishan was choked by Cheng Ji's words: "..."

No, why doesn't this person play by the rules? Under normal circumstances, shouldn't he wait for Zhang Rishan to finish speaking, then try to persuade him to stay, and finally wait for other members of the Zhang family to come and persuade him, and then he will be forced to make a choice with a sad heart.

This is the correct way to open it.

Before Zhang Qishan could think of a countermeasure, Cheng Ji spoke back to him: "No, Master Zhang, it seems that you rely on your mouth to win people's hearts. You said you would let your brothers go, but they came for you, but you didn't move a foot. You don't want to die, but you want to win people's hearts. How come you can get all the good things?"

Zhang Qishan was once again stunned by Cheng Ji's criticism.

But no matter how many flaws there are, there is a group of honest people with their own filters to support him. The personal soldiers said you are not afraid of death, and I said let the Buddha go, and they all talked in unison to help Zhang Qishan make up for it.

Cheng Ji sneered as he looked at the Zhang family members who were sold out by Zhang Qishan and had to help him count money. He always felt that he could not hold back his fists.

Everyone has his own destiny. If Cheng Ji didn't know what kind of person Zhang Rishan was, he wouldn't want to see another member of the Zhang family fall into Zhang Qishan's hands again.

Finally, Cheng Ji said impatiently: "If you insist on rushing to die, I can send you off. The Queen Mother of the West Palace is well built. The female general under Yang Wanjin hasn't seen a man for three thousand years. It would be nice for you to stay and keep her company, don't you think?"

This one sentence silenced everyone present.

Cheng Ji glanced down at Zhang Rishan who was still kneeling on the ground, and said with some disdain: "Are you leaving or not? If not, then don't leave."

The young man's words made all the Zhang family members present clench their fists, and their eyes fell on the Zhang family head who was standing behind the young man.

Zhang Qiling noticed the gazes from everyone and spoke with a hint of impatience. His voice was not loud, but it completely silenced the Zhang family members present: "Anyone who serves the Zhang family's traitors as their leader is no longer a member of our Zhang family."

After all, the Zhang family's rules are engraved in their bones, and the words of the Zhang family's spirit-raising are like God's instructions to them.

Although they were only kicked out of the family verbally, it was undoubtedly a heavy blow to them.

Cheng Ji looked at the Zhang family members in front of him, who were as wilted as eggplants hit by frost, with an amused look on his face, and waited quietly for Zhang Qishan's choice.

After a long while, Zhang Qishan finally made a decision, "Sorry, adjutant."

Before Zhang Rishan could recover from Zhang Qishan's sudden choice, Cheng Ji, who was disgusted by his behavior, dragged him up and to the side with a big hand made of resentment.

Cheng Ji smiled at Zhang Qishan and continued, "I don't want to hear your nonsense about trying to improve your image, so can you give me the things? I'm in a hurry."

Zhang Qishan clenched his fist, his not-so-long nails digging into his flesh. Blood flowed down the texture of his palm, dripping onto the floor of the tomb, splashing out bright red blood.

Finally, he spoke weakly, "In Deputy Zhang... Zhang Rishan's bag."

Cheng Ji naturally knew who the things were with, and reminded him with a smile: "You put this damn thing in the pocket close to your heart. Aren't you afraid that when the temperature rises, the things inside will fly out. Will you be the first to see the King of Hell?"