Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Without Zhang Qilin's knowledge, he had become Shaoyao's adopted son.

Zhang Qilin took a shower and wore furry clothes. He didn’t know what they were, but they looked cute.

If Shaoyao were here, she would definitely say, of course it’s the national treasure, the panda.

Black and white are a perfect match.

Zhang Qilin pressed the switch in the room, click, click, the switch turned on. He touched the soft bed, lifted a corner and rolled in.

He slumped on the bed for a long time. It seemed that he really liked this soft bed.

Maybe it’s because Shaoyao’s fighting skills are not good, so Zhang Qilin feels very safe.

He can beat monsters.

There is still a little pride in my heart.

People will reveal their true nature in a safe environment.

When Shaoyao changed her clothes and came out, her hair was loose and she looked completely relaxed.

She doesn't want to go to work or go to the countryside. This state is the best.

Just eating and drinking every day.

Anyway, she has books, TV series, cartoons, movies and variety shows. Her life is pretty good.

Thus, "the white dragon horse, with its hooves pointing west, carried Tang Sanzang and his three disciples on the road to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures."

The theme song of the animation Journey to the West sounded in the living room. Yes, Shaoyao’s true love is the Monkey King Sun Wukong, a dream lover.

Zhang Qilin ranked second.

After all, how can a son compare with his father?

The Monkey King is much smarter than the little Qilin. He is not a sucker and he even resists, unlike this guy who thinks he is super smart.

As a result, he was fooled around.

When Zhang Qilin came out, he saw Shaoyao curled up on the sofa, staring at a monkey intently.

monkey? ? ?

He sat down on the sofa next to him, imitating Shaoyao and curling up comfortably.

The whole room was air-conditioned and warm.

He reached out and poked Peony.

"who I am."

Shaoyao drank the egg fermented glutinous rice wine, put down the bowl, and prepared to have a good chat with the silly Bai Yueguang.

I gave him a bowl by the way.

"Your name is Zhang Qilin. You are a clan leader without any troops. You cooperated with the Nine Gates, and the Nine Gates betrayed you. If I hadn't brought you out, you would be a cabbage in the field now, scattered and miserable."

Zhang Qilin raised his head and listened carefully.

"The leader of the Nine Sects is Zhang Qishan. He wants to push you out as a scapegoat. His adjutant Zhang Rishan is also from your clan."

"However, they are all traitors. They want to live forever, or rather, Zhang Qishan wants to live forever. The adjutant is an accomplice. He is the kind of ruthless person who can immediately undergo sex change surgery to become a woman if Zhang Qishan asks him to. He is a Qishan brain. You don't need to pay attention to him. Just beat him up when you see him."

"We don't play with people who have bad brains."

Zhang Qilin nodded and remembered it.

“Zhang Qishan, you saved his life, but it was useless. In fact, you not only saved his life, but also saved Zhang Rishan, Qi Tiezui, and Yin Xinyue. Otherwise, they would have died in the Republic of China.”

"One of them is Zhang Qishan's wife, and the other is the Eighth Master of the Nine Gates, the Eight Calculations of Qimen. Zhang Qishan was able to be so successful, I suspect that Qi Tiezui had the help of seeing through the secrets of heaven, so their family will not have a good end."

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

It's like I heard some gossip, listen to it again.

"This nationwide search for Zhang Qilin was revealed to the higher-ups by Zhang Qishan, which attracted jackals. He is a good descendant who dug up his own ancestral graves."

Zhang Qilin always felt that something was wrong. Is this how one should talk? He could learn that.

So, from then on, Hei Xia Zi had a weird mute.

Black Bear: ...

He makes sarcastic remarks to people in a serious manner and thinks he is a great speaker.

The source is right here.

"He said that the Zhang family could live forever, and he was willing to dig up their ancestral graves himself."

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

It seems that he should be beaten to death.

"Then why did I come? I'm not stupid."

Shaoyao smiled at Zhang Qilin and chuckled twice.

Zhang Qilin felt offended and ridiculed.

"You asked me. This is your own decision. Think about it yourself. Zhang Qishan said that a key is needed to open the Zhang family's ancient building. The key is in Siguniang Mountain."

"The Nine Sects have agreed to guard the Bronze Gate every ten years, with each family sending one person, on the condition that you help them get their things down from Siguniang Mountain.

Commonly known as the one who clears the way. Therefore, you have suffered many injuries, and the worst one this time is that you have lost your memory. "

Zhang Qilin silently finished the fermented glutinous rice in one gulp, feeling speechless.

He wanted to daydream, but couldn't because Shaoyao was still talking.

"You saved a lot of people. There are people who want to help you, but they don't have the power. There are also a lot of people who don't want to help you. They saw Zhang Rishan's ageless face and became greedy."

"But after all, you still have to have some dignity. However, you have nothing to do with them, so they just assume that you are a sucker and a target."

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

I don't want to listen to it anymore. Can you change the subject?

"Where is the Zhang family?"

Shaoyao took out boneless chicken feet, sausages, and grilled sausages and started eating them with a grunt.

“The Zhang family is not a good family either, you are a fake holy baby, your family is feudal and superstitious, and when you open the dragon stone box, the baby dies.

You become a substitute.

What kind of baby can live for three thousand years? He would be suffocated to death."

Zhang Qilin didn't want to listen anymore. There was not a single good word, not a single word he wanted to hear, so he started chewing his paws.

Memory is not a good thing.

"The Zhang family wanted to split up a long time ago because you existed for a few more years. Then they wanted to destroy the bridge after crossing the river. It wasn't you who crawled into the little coffin. They were shirking their responsibilities and bullying you by saying that you crawled in."

The Zhang family: . . . .

Shaoyao kept talking non-stop, saying whatever came to her mind.

"Where are my parents?"

The monkey is born and raised by nature;

"You can imagine that the Zhang family does not intermarry with outsiders. Your father is dead, and your mother is a sleeping beauty. Don't worry, she is waiting for you. You can still hear her breathing and heartbeat."

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

It's barely good news. He thinks he is better than the monkey because he is single-minded.

Peony: . . . .

My Great Saint is the best!!!

"You can recognize me as your mother. I treat you like a mother and son. Having more mothers means more paths. Your mother won't object. It won't hurt to recognize more mothers."

Zhang Qilin turned his head and concentrated on watching TV. He didn't want to pay attention to Shaoyao anymore. Shaoyao was taking advantage of him.

It doesn’t matter to Peony, you can continue to output to the back of the head.

"Your nickname is Xiaoguan, which means baby. Your parents haven't had time to choose a full name yet, but if you don't mind, I can help you choose a name. Overall, they still love you very much."

"Of course, if you are willing to call me mother, I will leave my inheritance to you."

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .

"This is Changbai Mountain. The bronze gate you are to guard is inside. I will be the stay-at-home mom. You go guard the gate, and I will wait for you to come home.

I'll hang a note around your neck to ensure you don't get lost.

It is impossible for the people at the Nine Gates to be gatekeepers. They like wealth and glory and getting something for nothing, which I like too.

But I have higher moral integrity and better character than them, so I just think about it."

"From now on, we will depend on each other."

Zhang Qilin: . . . . .