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

The note looked like it had been here for a long time, and the content on it only shocked Cheng Ji.

It was the font of this line of words that made his back feel cold, for no other reason.

Nowadays, Chinese people are accustomed to writing vertically from right to left, and most of them use traditional Chinese characters.

This piece of paper had completely modern writing habits, using simplified characters that were only used in later generations, and Cheng Ji was very familiar with this font.

This is his font!

Cheng Jijing's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his hands were tightly clenched on the weird paper.

What exactly is going on?

Cheng Ji returned to his room in a daze, and took a few deep breaths before calming himself down.

"Xiao Qi, what's going on?"

Xiao Qi was also a little confused: "Host, although your arrival will affect the life trajectory of some people, it stands to reason that this situation would not have occurred if you had not been in contact with Cheng Feng."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ji stared at the note for a long time, then he folded the paper carefully with trembling hands and put it in his pocket.

In the past half month since he came to this world, he had been living smoothly thanks to his familiarity with the original work. In addition, Xiaoqi's welfare system made him too arrogant and caused him to ignore a very serious problem.

The original work itself has many gaps that are not filled, and there are many things that he does not know or understand.

What's more, a book is just a book after all, and he is now living in the real world. His appearance has brought too many variables to this world. It is no longer possible to use the content of the book to judge the cause and effect of many things.

Cheng Ji thought for a long time but couldn't figure out anything. He could only lie on the bed, sighing and tossing and turning.

Cheng Ji was in a daze and didn't know how much time had passed. When he opened his eyes, he found that the doors and windows were wide open, there were lightning and thunder outside the door, and a storm was brewing in the dark clouds.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard approaching, and a dark shadow slowly walked in and stood beside Cheng Ji's bed.

Cheng Ji opened his eyes wide and wanted to sit up to confirm the identity of the person who came, but his body seemed to have lost contact with him and he could not move. He could only lie on the bed in embarrassment.

The dark shadow leaned over, pinched the chin of the person on the bed with his index finger and thumb, and forced him to raise his head.

In the light reflected by the lightning, Cheng Ji finally saw the person coming.

He was dressed in black, and his face was deliberately covered, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. The cold light in his eyes was bone-chillingly cold.

The man in black carefully looked at Cheng Ji's face and sneered, "The foxy bloodline is indeed well-deserved. Just with this face, you can seduce several men to be devoted to you."

"Don't you like to be a hero? Why are you lying here like a dog now?" The black-clothed man's grip was so strong that Cheng Ji felt his jaw was about to be crushed.

The man in black saw that Cheng Ji remained silent as usual, and he couldn't help but get angry.

With a force of his hand, he threw Cheng Ji to the ground.

The sudden pain caused Cheng Ji to groan. Before he could catch his breath, his hair was pulled hard from behind. The tearing feeling of his scalp made him cry out in pain.

"Cheng Ji, I tell you, it's useless for you to try to stop me. I want to get the Zhang family's secret and Zhang Qiling. You can't stop me!" The man in black said in a crazy and morbid tone.

Before Cheng Ji could open his mouth, he felt a pain in his chest. The man in black stabbed a dagger into his heart. The heart-wrenching pain spread to his limbs and bones. Breathing became more and more difficult, and he slowly lost consciousness.

Cheng Ji suddenly woke up from the nightmare and sat up, gasping for breath, his face soaked with sweat.

Such a real dream...

Every detail of the dream was clearly visible, even the pain.

What does this dream mean?

For several nights in a row, Cheng Ji had the same dream. He woke up in pain from a piercing wound in the chest, and then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze until dawn.

On the fourth night, Cheng Ji, who was supposed to be sleeping, sat on the sofa and played with the meteorite jade he had brought up from the mine. Although he looked a little haggard, he still couldn't hide the expectation and surprise in his eyes.

Xiao Qi told him that Zhang Qiling had already arrived in Changsha and was on his way.

Not long after, the window was kicked open and a man in a black robe climbed in from the window. His movements were clean and neat, and the air was filled with a murderous aura.

Seeing the meteorite jade in Cheng Ji's hand, the man stopped talking, drew his sword and flew forward, his movements so fast that it was hard to tell where he was.

In the blink of an eye, the knife in the man's hand was pressed tightly against Cheng Ji's neck.

Cheng Ji did not dodge, but looked directly into the man's eyes full of smiles and tenderness.

This unfamiliar emotion made the man stunned.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Cheng Ji was the first to break the silence: "If you want this, why don't you just kill me."

Cheng Ji did not look away even though he spoke. The man was wearing a black robe with a Qilin embroidered on it with gold thread.

Coupled with the man's cool and handsome face, like a banished immortal, she looks particularly noble.

The man was silent for a moment, then said, "I won't kill you."

Hmm? This script doesn't seem right.

Although he was on guard just now, the man would not be able to do anything to him even if he really attacked.

But not being able to kill and not wanting to kill are not the same thing.

The man seemed to see the doubt in the boy's eyes, hesitated, and added in a low voice: "There is no greed in your eyes."

It was just five short words, somewhat nonsensical, but Cheng Ji understood it.

There was greed in Lu Jianxun's eyes, so when he held the meteorite jade in his hand, the Zhang family killed him without hesitation.

And there was no greed in his eyes, so he was not killed.

Cheng Ji handed the meteorite jade in his hand to the man, smiling very obediently: "Brother wants it, then I'll give it to you. There's no use for me to keep it."

The man reached out to take it, but Cheng Ji retracted his hand: "Brother, I survived a near-death experience in the mine to bring this back. Please compensate me."

The man seemed not used to such an intimate address. He was silent for a long time before speaking: "What do you want? Compensation."

"How about we exchange names? My name is Cheng Ji, what's your brother's name?"

"Zhang Qi Ling."