Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

But this has nothing to do with him... Zhang Rishan narrowed his eyes and moved his wrist as if he was exercising.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his wrists made a crackling sound, as if even his bones were declaring war and stirring up the warmongering element in him. His face did not show it, and he still looked cold, unlike his usual smiling face like a little fox.

He looked over with cold eyes, then turned away lightly, as if he didn't take the person seriously.

At least that's what the other party thought, but Zhang Rishan was only thinking about the two people next to him. He looked in the general direction of the two people, his eyes drifted over, staring at that place for a long time. In comparison, he only glanced at his enemy and really didn't take him seriously.

The other party was still staring at him closely, with a desperate look, and a somewhat dead look in his eyes, which made Zhang Rishan look at him a few more times.

If it was fearlessness and determination, he might not be so interested, because at least he still had the will and belief to live. This person had a dead look in his eyes, as if he didn't care.

Zhang Rishan narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly analyzed his opponent's weaknesses in his mind.

It's very simple, just like before, focus on the weakness. I feel that the injury on the sword is much more serious than the injury on him. It is really precious, so don't blame him for continuing to take advantage of it.

Zhang Rishan had a stern face, with sharp lines like those carved by a knife. Under his high nose bridge, his lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his lips were flat without any curve. He didn't want to delay for too long, as he still had to take his people back to report.................

The corner of his black undershirt fluttered gently in the breeze, and just like himself, he put it back calmly and steadily.

His eyes were calm and deep, normally like a calm lake. Even when facing the upcoming fierce battle, he did not show any panic. But now, because it had been too long and he was a little worried, they had taken on some other colors.

The battle is about to break out.

Zhang Rishan didn't want to delay, so he was agile and ready to go like a cheetah. His legs were slightly bent, his center of gravity was lowered, and his hands hung naturally at both sides of his body, ready at any time, like a dormant volcano.

He seized the opportunity and pulled out another dagger from his calf. He waved the dagger in his hand seemingly casually to disperse the mist around him, and threw the weapon out again. When attacking the opponent, his arm muscles instantly tensed up, like a fully drawn bowstring.

The dagger flew towards the opponent like lightning with a sharp sound. Zhang Rishan's eyes were fixed on the target, observing the opponent's reaction.

His brows furrowed slightly as he calculated the positions, directions, and reactions of the two people.

At the crucial moment, the opponent committed a taboo again. Zhang Rishan was a little hesitant, wondering if the opponent was letting him win.

At the moment his weapon was attacked, he did not stare at his opponent Zhang Qishan, but subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his sword in panic. This moment of distraction doomed him to defeat.

How could Zhang Rishan miss this great opportunity?

He was as fast as lightning, kicked the ground with his right leg, and shot towards the opponent like an arrow.

The moment he got close to the opponent, he raised his right leg indifferently, his thigh muscles bulged, and kicked the opponent's knee with tremendous force.

The force of the kick was so great that the opponent's knees bent instantly and his body fell down involuntarily. At this time, there was no trace of mercy on Zhang Rishan's face, only coldness and determination.

His lips were slightly pursed, and there was a cold light in his eyes, but his eyes still maintained that coldness, and he did not become complacent at all because of his success.

The other party felt pain and struggled to steady himself.

But Zhang Rishan did not give the opponent a chance to breathe. Then, his right fist swung out like a cannonball, and the fist drew an arc in the air with a whistling sound.

At the moment of hitting the opponent, he twisted his wrist slightly, increasing the impact force of his fist. The fierce wind from the fist directly knocked the cloth off the opponent's face.

The cloth strips fluttered in the air like a flag of defeat. The opponent was stunned by the punch, his eyes full of astonishment and disbelief.

There was a strange look in Zhang Rishan's eyes. He raised his chin slightly, not understanding what the other party wanted to do.

Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to oneself. Looking at the opponent who was still conscious, he attacked left and right, clenched his left fist, and hit the opponent's abdomen hard.

The force of the punch caused the opponent's body to shrink suddenly and he groaned in pain. Zhang Rishan did not hesitate at all and swung his right hand again, hitting the opponent's cheek.

His fists rained down on the opponent, each punch carried great power and precise angle. His eyes were like sharp swords, making people dare not look directly at him, so cold and indifferent.

The corners of his mouth turned down slightly and his brows furrowed.

His reaction speed is extremely fast, and he can make judgments and react in an instant, which puts him in much better condition than his dazed opponent.

In the intervals between battles, Zhang Rishan was breathing slightly, with sweat running down his cheeks.

His face is that of a civil servant, but what he does is much more exciting.

The smile of the "smiling tiger" is gone, leaving only the ferocity of a tiger. The generous smile that he usually gives has become a luxury.

I saw his body was as fast as lightning, and he raised his leg suddenly. The movement of his leg was as fast as lightning and with a fierce momentum. His leg was raised high, like a giant pillar made of steel, whistling towards the opponent's chin.

The opponent had no time to react at all. There was only a dull "bang" sound, and Zhang Rishan's leg accurately hit the opponent's chin. The huge impact force was like a surging wave, directly pushing the person's face to one side.

The other person's head shook violently, and blood spurted out of his mouth, dripping sparsely onto the ground. The red spots were submerged by the dust, leaving only the dark color to announce its existence.

Zhang Rishan's movements did not pause at all. His hands stretched out like a snake and cleanly and neatly removed the opponent's chin. To prevent the opponent from making any further movements, he directly removed the opponent's arm as well.

At the moment of removing the jaw, Zhang Rishan frowned, but his heart did not relax at all, because he had expected it. He keenly noticed that there seemed to be something in the other person's mouth and the other person's expression was not right.

If the other party committed suicide, it would bring great trouble and the clues might be lost. So, he stretched out his fingers without hesitation, ready to pick out the poison hidden in the other party's mouth.

His slender fingers stuck in the man's mouth, and he found the man's tongue accurately. He touched it and found that he couldn't pull it open. So Zhang Rishan closed his eyes and quickly grabbed the man's tongue root, forcing him to stretch it out. Because his jaw was removed, he couldn't bite even if he wanted to, and could only watch the thing being taken out, feeling quite desperate.

Zhang Rishan looked at the poison in his hand, shook his hand with a cold face, and threw the poison aside.

A feeling of disgust welled up in his heart. He was already tired of this fight and didn't want to waste any more time, so he simply chopped at the back of the opponent's neck with his knife. He was too lazy to interrogate him here. It seemed that he would not be able to get anything out of him just by talking.

The hand was well-maintained and carried a tremendous force. The moment it chopped down, the air seemed to be cut apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

With a loud "pop" sound, the opponent was hit on the back of the neck by the knife. His body instantly went limp and he fell into a coma.

Zhang Rishan withdrew his hand, looked quietly at his opponent lying on the ground, grabbing his collar.

The tall man was in his hand, like a little chicken, and he stood up with the man, just like he was holding a piece of pork in his hand.

....................

"Jinnian, let's go quietly. I'll take you back first. The adjutant will definitely be fine... Okay, let's go!"

Qi Tiezui covered the man's arm, leaned close to the other's ear and whispered in Jinnian's ear like hypnotizing him. He was paying attention to his surroundings nervously and did not notice the stiff body of Jinnian who was held under him.

“Hmm….”

Jinnian just made a little sound because of the unusual touch on his face, but he forced himself to swallow it. Thinking of his current situation, his body was like an ice cube, his fingers were numb from the cold, and his face was covered with red patches because of the touch, so red that it seemed to bleed.

Because he couldn't see... It's not that he couldn't see, it's just that he didn't dare to open his eyes. His other senses were extra sensitive.

In a trance, Jinnian seemed to smell the damp breath, mixed with an unknown smell, which became stronger and stronger. The warm touch on his face became more and more arrogant, gradually covering half of his face.

When the other person touched Jinnian's soft lips, Jinnian couldn't help but tremble, his eyelids trembled, and he couldn't help but turn his head.

He doesn't like it, he doesn't like this.

Don't like being touched by hair...? Is this hair?

The familiar fragrance that could not be hidden drifted into his nose. Jinnian wrinkled his nose. After the familiar smell came in, he felt a little overwhelmed, as if he was more reluctant to be haunted by the monster than he thought just now.

His eyebrows trembled slightly and he gently lifted his eyelids.

He opened his eyes, which were misty and smoke-stained, and looked at the tiny tentacles that were trembling and constantly trying to make their presence felt around his eyes.

"?"

The other person couldn't speak, but when it saw that he finally opened his eyes and looked at itself, it excitedly left some wet marks at the corners of Jinnian's eyes. When it saw Jinnian's eyebrows move and looked over with a look of suspected disgust, it paused, and stopped the action with fascination and restraint.

He looked pitiful, and tried to shrink his body and pretend to be innocent, without any of the insolent look he had just shown in front of people.

"doing what?"

The red lips that were bitten with white marks due to fright opened slightly, and the cool eyes glanced at the other person with some anger.

The little tentacle came over and rubbed Jinnian's cheek in a flattering manner. It had the same soft touch, but because it had no bones, it was even softer. It couldn't help but turn its big eyes, which it had tried hard to make look prettier, to try to stick closer.

Little do people know that no matter how good the disguise is, the cunning beneath the throbbing muscles will never disappear.

Jinnian tilted his head, and the eyes floating in front of him were full of obsession. He couldn't understand why the other party kept pestering him, and there was a confused look in his lowered eyes.

Although the appearance has changed a bit, the eyes and wings are still familiar to Jinnian.

The moment his eyes met hers, he couldn't help but speak again: "................what?"

The mist filled the air like a veil, as if covering the ordinary buildings around with a layer of mystery.

The fluttering wings are so dreamy, appearing and disappearing in the mist. Every slight flutter seems to be playing a silent melody in the air. However, what it is playing is more likely to be a fatal prelude.

From afar, the wings exude a mysterious crystal blue light, like the bright stars in the night sky, or like the shining gems in the deep sea. The light blue light is soft and pure, as if it can penetrate the soul, making people involuntarily intoxicated by it. Accompanied by the strange fragrance, it can easily make people fall into a fantasy.

The wings are as thin as cicada wings, and it seems that they will fall like snowflakes with a light touch. The delicate texture seems to be carved by the most exquisite craftsmen with the most delicate crystal. Every line contains endless mystery and beauty. These wings seem to be a masterpiece that the Creator himself could not have imagined, surpassing all imagination in the world.