Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

There was a large bowl of seafood noodles, which was bigger than Zhang Qilin’s head. He glanced at Zhang Jingjing, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

There is more seafood than noodles.

It’s really simple.

He always felt that there might be a misunderstanding of the words plain and simple.

And it’s a big misunderstanding.

Eat it, otherwise who knows what to stuff into this soul guardian whose mind is only focused on food.

Jingjing likes to watch the patriarch eat. He has a delicate face, a delicate mouth, and every word he eats is clear.

The food smells so good.

The not-so-smart patriarch needed to supplement his brain. He heard that fish were very smart, so their brains were boiled into fish soup.

This seafood noodle is real seafood.

Although the patriarch likes to eat chicken, chickens don’t seem to be very smart.

If you eat too much, you will start to giggle.

What a huge impact on your image.

Zhang Qilin: ……

Your own spirit guardian is a retard, your whole family is laughing!!!

Of course, it’s a good thing that the patriarch doesn’t have the ability to read minds, otherwise he would have been beaten up and wouldn’t have been able to escape. The Zhang family members are all tough.

However, this half-dead hotel actually sheltered many people during the war, but it also killed many people.

Zhang Jingjing will make a profit from the price difference.

He didn't think too much about it at that time, but later he found out that every time he appeared in a place, the hotel would automatically change its style, and even his identity.

This is much better than making up something, and he can't do it anyway.

It doesn’t matter. Now there is only one illegal resident, the clan leader, and he has a status that can be found everywhere.

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

He was a little surprised by this hotel. He also went to see the Zhang family ancient building and secretly asked, "Can you become a spirit?"

It’s impossible that the hotel has become a ghost, so the Zhang family’s ancient building might be in danger.

The Zhang family's ancient building remained motionless. When the wind blew, only the caw of crows could be heard.

Zhang Qilin turned around and walked away calmly, his ears red.

As expected, Gu Lou was not good enough. He also wanted a hug like this to take with him.

This way he can take away a lot of things.

Gu Lou lost, no way!!!

Zhang Family Ancient Building: . . ! ! ! ! ! !

After dinner, Zhang Jingjing took the patriarch to bed.

While watching the patriarch taking a bath obediently, Jingjing filled the patriarch's bed with little yellow chickens, some of which could make sounds, some were dolls that couldn't make sounds, and some could automatically transform and recover.

When Zhang Qilin came out, he looked at the bed full of little yellow chickens. He took a deep breath and lay down. Forget it. Which spirit guardian is without problems? If there is no problem, who will be the spirit guardian?

The patient should be more tolerant if he didn't sleep with the little yellow chicken in his arms.

Zhang Jingjing is different. He likes pandas. These round, black and white ones, big and small, are all waiting on the bed to be pampered by Jingjing.

Pandas are much cuter and smarter than little yellow chickens.

Sure enough, the patriarch is not smart, so he has to be more careful.

For example, the clan leader was kidnapped in advance to see Bai Ma’s mother, and Bai Ma’s mother was taken away in an ice coffin and placed in another room, so the clan leader could see her whenever he wanted.

I miss my mom, SO EASY !!!

You can watch the next room if you want.

At that time, the crying tribe leader was silenced, and he suddenly wasn't sad anymore.

His mother left with him, why should he be sad?

But at that time, under the watchful eyes of the lama, he took the scenery and carried Baima to the mountains. The old lama thought he had hidden his mother.

It's not just hidden, it's carried with you.

Every time I lose my memory, I recover as soon as I see my mother Bai Ma. No gift from heaven or divine power can help, my mother is the greatest.

Therefore, Zhang Jingzhi felt that he was the smartest person in the world for proposing to take Bai Ma’s mother away.

Your mother is your mother after all, and she is still your mother even after her death.

If you dare not remember your mother, believe it or not, your mother’s Five Finger Mountain will appear in your dream in the middle of the night and spank you.

Later, Zhang Jingjing got a camera and took pictures of Bai Ma and the clan leader. He put the black and white photos in a pocket watch and hung it around his neck. There were also photos of him and the clan leader, in which he smiled sweetly every time he saw Bai Ma's mother.

When I saw Zhang Jingjing, I felt helpless.

Later, every time he went to a place, Zhang Qilin wanted to customize a coffin for his mother.

The coffin that the Zhang family likes is difficult to deal with.

Thousand-year-old ice, thousand-year-old white jade. Anyway, during that time, Zhang Jingjing felt that the patriarch was a miner.

The coffin for my mother must be the best.

He has already fished out the sunken wood, so nothing is impossible.

As for things like going to the cemetery to snatch coffins, Zhang Jingjing was too embarrassed to say anything. It was a bit too much.

Even so, you still complain that other people's coffins are not good.

If it’s not good, you should give it back to the owner.

You don't return it either.

The funniest thing is that the clan leader knows that Bai Ma is the mother, but he still talks about the father.

The patriarch looked indifferent.

When Zhang Jingjing asked him whether he wanted to find the clan leader father and bury him together, Zhang Qilin didn't say anything and just looked at him.

I see. It means rejection.

As expected, all the men in the Zhang family are despised by dogs.

Afterwards, Zhang Jingjing was tactful and never mentioned it again.

Zhang Fulin: . . . . . . ! ! ! ! ! !

However, this also gave the clan leader new inspiration. The coffins prepared by the Zhang family were all high-quality products and were perfect for maintaining good health.

Especially the patriarch’s coffin is the best.

The patriarch who has no amnesia is a bit bad.

Zhang Ruitong’s coffin was selected, which is relatively new.

Zhang Ruitong: .

Then Zhang Ruitong got a new coffin. As for the burial objects, they were taken away by the clan leader. He would not use them anyway, so they should not be wasted.

Zhang Jingzhi was just like Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden. When the patriarch was moving things, she looked around without any knowledge.

"Oh! Ah! Wow! So amazing! So beautiful!!!..."

Zhang Qilin: ……

It's a very shameful feeling.

There has never been a soul protector like Zhang Jingshi in any generation, so this couldn't be a mutant.

The last clan leader and the last spirit protector.

None of this is normal, isn't it?

It’s the last generation, so just use it. If you don’t agree, you can do it yourself.

What made Zhang Jingzhi depressed was why the system disliked him. On what basis did it dislike him? He was so outstanding, so handsome, and so smart!

He has been thinking about this matter for decades. As for how long it will last, probably until he dies.

system:. . . . . .

Haha, you are so fucking good, and you are so fucking pretty, but I am not worthy of you!!! So I left.

You've been scolding me for decades, you idiot!!!

However, since Zhang Jingjing came into being, the clan leader no longer had to sleep in the open air or get dirty by digging holes in the ground.

I can see him when I come out, eating, bathing and sleeping. Wow, he is another clean and fragrant patriarch.

As for being thin, it’s impossible for me to be thin in this life.

Maybe he was raised by his grandmother, and his standard for a healthy child is round.

If the clan leader is not round enough, he will sigh, and Zhang Qilin can only eat all the food prepared by Jingzhi.

Although he could eat, he also had the image of an idol, so he increased his training secretly.

The clan leader, who had a strong sense of stealing, practiced secretly.