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

Cheng Ji would laugh for a long time every time he saw the two brothers Cheng An and Cheng Wei using their unique way of enhancing their relationship.

Although he has an elder brother now, not to mention that they have only met a few times since he can remember, they don't have any feelings for each other. Even in terms of blood relationship, he is just an adopted brother who has no blood relationship with him and only wants to peep at his man.

Think about it again three thousand years ago. There were so many brothers and sisters, but Cheng Shuyu was the only sister. However, this sister felt that he had taken away something that belonged to her. She had no feelings for him and only thought about how to kill him.

Maybe before he met Zhang Qiling, he would be sad about this, but now, he has the person he loves most, who dotes on him, gives in to him in everything, and thinks about him all the time.

If you have a husband like this, what else can you ask for?

Thinking of this, Cheng Ji smiled and leaned into Zhang Qiling's arms. Feeling Zhang Qiling's hand subconsciously around his waist for fear that he would fall, the smile on the corner of his mouth became even more pronounced.

As a result, the frustration that had originally made him extremely angry at Cheng Nian'an's self-willed decision also dissipated a lot.

It didn't take much time to get from the reception room they had just come out of to the inner courtyard of this ancient house.

Because Cheng Nian'an's house was built based on a complete replica of the original Cheng family's ancient house on the sacred mountain, as native members of the Cheng family, they naturally knew how to get to the inner courtyard and where Cheng Nian'an's house was. They could even know where to go with their eyes closed.

Sure enough, just as they expected, Cheng Nian'an's room in the inner courtyard was lit up early in the morning, and it was particularly eye-catching among a row of dark rooms.

Because it was still built in the style of an ancient building, there were no electric lights inside as was common outside. The old house was still lit with candles and kerosene lamps. The flickering light cast the man's shadow on the window. From the outside, one could vaguely see the outline of his movements, as if he was writing something on the table with his head down.

When Cheng Ji saw the actions of the people in the room, his mood, which had recovered a little, sank again.

In Cheng Nian'an's house——

What was placed in front of Cheng Nian'an was not actually a table, but a very strange white stone.

It would be more accurate to say that it was a red stone rather than a white stone, as the surface of the stone was densely covered with complex runes drawn in blood.

Some lines are dark, some are light. It seems that they were not drawn at the same time. The oldest rune is estimated to be several decades old.

This stone was snatched from a member of the Wang family who attempted to break in thirty years ago. That member of the Wang family seemed to have a high level of authority in the organization. He also knew a lot of things through the magic of illusion taught to him by the young master, such as when Cheng Shuyu would contact the Wang family every year, and how many people from the Wang family had sneaked into Changsha and the Nine Gates.

He actually knew that Cheng An was locked in the Zhang family's secret room, but he went there many times and couldn't find a way to get in, so he had no choice but to give up.

He studied this stone for a long time, and even took it to the place where he was imprisoned. Based on the reaction of the remaining formation, he finally discovered Cheng Shuyu's biggest secret, which was the speculation about the evil spirit that made wishes that he had just told Cheng Wei and Cheng An.

He had a way to get rid of the evil spirit, but he did not hesitate to let the Cheng family get involved, so he sent all the younger generations of the Cheng family out and let them hide in various fields. Only in this way, the Cheng family would not be really defeated by that woman.

He had been delaying the drawing of the final rune to resolve the evil spirit, just to wait for a real member of the Cheng family to come and receive all the information and clan members in his hands, so that he would have no scruples in doing this.

Cheng Nian'an looked at the plate-sized white stone in front of him, and a hint of tenderness and piety appeared in his eyes.

The young master should wake up after the evil spirit disappears. Suddenly, I feel that it would be good to die before the young master. At least I won’t be scolded again.

Cheng Nian'an began to draw the last stroke on the stone with shaking hands. As long as this stroke was made, the curse would take effect - the curse set with all his soul power was enough to send the evil spirit back to its hometown.

Time passed minute by minute, and the man's hands moved slower and slower until the painting was finished. Finally, he took his fingers away. Cheng Nian'an stood there, feeling the blood flowing from his fingertips. A tear fell quietly from the corner of his eye. He waited quietly for the curse to take effect and for the god of death to come and take his life.

But after a long time, there was still no movement. Cheng Nian'an finally panicked: "Why is there no movement? What step is wrong? It's impossible!"

Just as he picked up the stone and muttered to himself, a voice sounded from behind him: "Cheng Nian'an, if you must die, I can send you off. What do you think?"

Cheng Nian'an froze in place for a moment, his whole body shaking.

He was very familiar with this voice. It was the voice he had been thinking about for three thousand years. Almost as soon as the voice appeared, he knew who the owner of the voice was.

But he didn't dare to look back, for he was afraid that it would be the same as the countless times he had dreamed before, and the moment he turned around, the voice would disappear. He wasn't even given the chance to talk.

Seeing that Cheng Nian'an, the little bastard, was still reluctant to turn around, Cheng Ji walked up to him with his arms folded, still with a cold look on his face, and continued, "It's been such a long time since we last met, and you've become more capable, Cheng Nian'an. This curse looks very familiar to me. If I remember correctly, I should have emphasized to you many times that you must not touch this ghost thing in your life."

"Young Master..." Hearing it was one thing, but seeing this person suddenly appear in front of him alive was another thing entirely. The moment this person appeared in front of him, his smooth and tactful nature when dealing with others suddenly disappeared. When he opened his mouth again, the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and it took him a while before he uttered the title that he had put aside for three thousand years.

Cheng Ji stood in front of Cheng Nian'an, raised his lips and said with a smile: "Oh, you still know who I am. I thought you had forgotten."