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

The morning breeze of the approaching winter blew gently with a little chill, rustling the sparse leaves.

The morning light shines through the layers of leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Cheng Ji slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and a hint of confusion from just waking up flashed in his eyes. He was stunned for a long time before slowly regaining consciousness.

Maybe it was because I met the person I had been thinking about day and night, I didn’t have a nightmare tonight.

Cheng Ji stood up, stretched, walked to the window and opened it.

A cool breeze blew past his face, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers. Cheng Ji looked up and saw the god leaning on a tree branch. He had a slender figure and a handsome face, which was very pleasing to the eye.

He was still wearing the black robe embroidered with a golden kirin. His face was cold and he lowered his eyes as he wiped the knife in his hand with a focused look.

Hearing the noise of the window opening opposite, Zhang Qiling raised his head, put away his knife, and jumped down from the tree.

Cheng Ji really didn't expect Zhang Qiling to be so trustworthy. He said he would take him with him today, so he ran to his doorstep early in the morning to wait for him.

Seeing the god approaching the window, Cheng Ji smiled widely: "Brother, have you eaten yet? Why don't you come in and wait for me, I'll clean up."

Zhang Qiling nodded, and as soon as Cheng Ji finished speaking, he leaned against the windowsill and jumped in.

"..."

Seeing Zhang Qiling climbing through the window more and more skillfully, Cheng Ji's eyes twitched violently.

Don't you like going through the front door?

Forget it, just translate it if you want.

An hour later, the two set off -

"Brother, why are you here so early?"

"Ah."

"Brother, you left in such a hurry yesterday that I didn't even have time to ask you where you live."

"..."

"You have to tell me, otherwise if you run away secretly, where will I go to cry?"

"will not."

Cheng Ji followed Zhang Qiling and tried to open his mouth several times but failed each time. He felt like his back teeth were about to be broken by his biting.

Looking at the back that was unmoved and as steady as an old dog, Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows.

Then he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Qiling's right hand.

Receiving Zhang Qiling's doubtful look, Cheng Ji smiled brightly: "Brother, I'm still a child."

"..."

"When our children go out, the elders always hold their hands, otherwise they may get lost." Cheng Ji said nonsense without blushing or beating his heart.

"..."

Maybe he was too lazy to argue with him, and Zhang Qiling didn't shake off his hand until the gaze on him disappeared.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and tightened his grip on the god's hand. The mysterious long fingers were covered with scars and calluses, and felt a little bumpy. A trace of heartache flashed in the boy's drooping eyes.

The book says that the Fa Qiu finger can delve into small details and investigate the inner situation when necessary, and can easily crack the mechanisms in the tomb.

It was a virgin skill, so the process was naturally extremely painful.

When practicing, you need to get a big basin, pour hot coals and coal slag into it, put eggs or anything that can be picked up in it, practice for five years, and then directly put your fingers into the fire to pick up the fire.

In the long run, if two fingers can penetrate the wall, then it will be successful.

How painful it is.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the outskirts of a mountain.

Cheng Ji looked at the direction Zhang Qiling was leading and vaguely guessed where he was going.

"Brother, what kind of tomb are you looking for? Tell me, maybe I can find it."

"..."

Zhang Qiling continued walking forward in silence.

Cheng Ji was not discouraged. If Zhang Qiling really responded to everything, that would be crazy.

but…

Cheng Ji's face froze, and he moved closer to Zhang Qiling, whispering softly, "Brother, there's someone behind us."

"I'll take care of it." After saying that, Zhang Qiling wanted to turn around but was stopped by Cheng Ji.

"Brother, let me do it, I'll do it. This person can't die for the time being. It's fine as long as we can't let them catch up with us." Cheng Ji said with a smile without even turning his head.

He even held Zhang Qiling's hand without letting go and stepped lightly on the ground.

A huge strange trap was like a dragnet covering the few people who were following carefully behind.

Zhang Qiling sensed the change in the boy's aura and turned to look at him, his eyes revealing confusion and a hint of concern.

The young man responded with a smile, his thin lips slightly opened.

"Qian"

"Luanjin Tuo."

Zhang Qiling is ultimately the ceiling-like existence in The Grave Robbers' Chronicles. Although he does not know any numerology, one can already see the young man's amazing ability just by his keen sense of danger around him.

Cheng Ji, whose eyes had been fixed on the god, tilted his head and smiled, explaining, "It's just a small trick to save my life. I put those people in a static time and space. When we are far away, they will come back to their senses on their own."

Of course, Cheng Ji didn't forget to be a bit mean after explaining, he looked at Zhang Qiling pitifully and said: "Brother, I will try not to hold you back, but I am just a weak kid, brother, you must protect me."

"..."

Looking at Zhang Qiling's still expressionless face, Cheng Ji also experienced firsthand what it meant to kill people with one's face.

It was not until the midday sun shone warmly on the two of them, dispelling the chill of early winter, that they found the exact location of the tomb.

Cheng Ji sat bored on the tree next to him, leaning his head to admire the handsome man digging the soil, no, digging a hole.

He originally wanted to go over to help, but the young man pushed him aside and told him to wait there.

The tomb-robbing knowledge given by the system became mere talk, so he had no choice but to sit on the tree and sigh as he learned the craft up close.

"Host, wipe your saliva." Xiao Qi reminded quietly.

Hearing this, Cheng Ji subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, but when he felt nothing, he came to his senses and recognized the teasing of System Xiaoqi.

Cheng Ji was so angry that he said, "Don't learn from other systems. It's better to learn something."

Xiao Qi chuckled in an electronic voice: "Host, this can't be blamed on Xiao Qi. It's obviously you who couldn't walk when you saw Zhang Qiling."

Cheng Ji was good-tempered and did not refute.

This is Zhang Qiling, the white moonlight in the eyes of so many people, and now he is just a few steps away from him.

He doesn't covet it, he's just talking nonsense to the person involved, so what!

In that life, how many female cyber hooligans kept licking his pictures of the drama and cosplay versions every day, and the entire comment section was full of "shashasha".

Compared to this, his is just a go-kart for preschoolers. Really, it's nothing compared to that.

Thinking about it, Cheng Ji glanced at the busy Zhang family patriarch.

The rolled-up sleeves reveal the arm lines.

The abdominal muscles are outlined by the clothes when the wind blows.

Solid and solid, this is what those girls say every day: they look thin when they are dressed, and have meat when they are undressed.

Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows and felt much happier.

Well, other people can’t see it, so he has to do it for them.

Oh, how embarrassing.