Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"..."

Cong Ye reflexively looked at Chen Pi in shock.

Does he want to hear what he is saying?

"The heart is dirty, everything you look at is dirty."

Cong responded to Chen Pi politely.

He thought that the person who wanted a woman was Chen Pi.

No, it is impossible for a man like Chen Pi to miss a woman, let alone a woman to miss him.

It's more than enough for women to shy away from him.

He is just a bastard, he does not care whether the person is an old man or a child when he attacks, and he will kill women without fail.

In short, it is a killer star.

Chen Pi narrowed his eyes, but did not refute Cong Ye. Instead, he leaned close to Cong Ye and whispered in his ear:

"But if you really fall in love with a woman, I will use the nine-claw hook to help you see if that woman can protect your pretty face."

Chen Pi, this bitch, really can’t spit out ivory from his mouth.

Cong Ye rolled his eyes, thought of something, and an idea flashed in his mind, instead of getting angry he smiled:

"What? You don't have the conditions to be a pretty boy."

Not everyone is as handsome as him!

There is no second one in Changsha City.

Cong Ye thought narcissistically.

Especially compared to the rough tangerine peel.

He held the tangerine peel iron egg tightly, staring at Cong Ye's face with a pair of shockingly dark pupils: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

He and Cong Ye passed each other and entered his own room opposite.

Cong Ye's nose twitched slightly and he smelled a faint smell of blood.

The rusty smell of human blood couldn't hide from his sense of smell.

Cong Ye tilted his head slightly, stared at Chen Pi's closed door, but stepped forward and patted it.

"What?"

Chen Pi's calm voice came from inside.

Can't hear any changes.

Cong Ye probed: "Are you injured?"

A moment of silence.

The footsteps were getting closer.

The door in front of him was opened by Chen Pi from the inside.

Chen Pi was naked from the waist up.

Cong Ye: "..."

Show off your muscles?

You thought he didn't, right?

"Since you are so enthusiastic, then come in and give me the medicine."

Chen Pi turned around and walked towards the bed inside.

There was a scratch on the back that was the size of an adult man's hand, and blood was dripping from it.

"I don't think I said I would give you medicine, right?"

Cong Ye asked, but he still stepped into his room and took the ointment on the table.

Chen Pi lay on the bed. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him, muttering something.

Cong didn't hear clearly, "What did you just say?"

Chen Pi closed his eyes to rest, looking like he was too lazy to communicate with Cong Ye.

Cong also sat down beside his bed. Although he was speechless, a little bit of comradeship still existed.

He took out a large amount of cool ointment and applied it thickly to the injured area of ​​tangerine peel.

He didn't put the ointment down until the entire wound was covered with ointment.

He sniffed lightly with his fingers under his nose, and the strong smell of medicine made Cong Ye feel clear.

He walked over and washed his hands in the wash basin. When he turned his head to wipe his hands, Chen Pi had already sat up from the bed.

"Changsha City is not peaceful recently, so don't talk to people you don't know outside."

Cong Ye walked towards the door, and Chen Pi's instructions came from behind him.

"understood."

Cong Ye nodded perfunctorily.

Cong didn't care what happened in Changsha City.

He just lives his little life.

Probably one day in two months.

Suddenly there was a strange noise outside his yard.

Cong was also taking a nap on the rocking chair.

I heard the noise while half asleep, rubbed my eyes, stood up and lightly jumped up to the wall and sat down.

A familiar figure stood outside the wall.

It was Zhang Qishan whose appearance he had diagnosed before.

Zhang Qishan is much more beautiful today than when they first met.

Wearing a military uniform made him look even more majestic.

The strange noise Cong heard in the wall was caused by him tapping the bottle on the wall.

"I told you, I won't be wrong, won't you become rich now?"

Cong also became interested and sat lazily leaning against the wall.

Zhang Qishan raised his head and looked at him, his sharp eyebrows full of energy.

He raised the wine bottle in his hand, climbed up the wall with his other hand, and with a slight exertion, he sat next to Cong Ye.

He gave the wine bottle to Cong Ye:

“You treat me to the signature pastries, and I’ll treat you to the signature wine.”

Cong Ye held an exquisite ceramic wine bottle in his hand and recognized it as the sign of a time-honored wine shop in Changsha City.

He didn't open it, but said with a smile: "I'm only 14 years old and I haven't drunk yet."

Er Erhong didn't let Cong Ye drink alcohol, and Cong Ye didn't have any special preference for wine, so he never drank alcohol after entering this body.

Zhang Qishan raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this, "Are you only 14 years old?"

He had previously guessed that Cong Ye was at least 16 years old based on his height.

Unexpectedly, Cong Ye was only 14 years old.

"Do I look old?"

Cong also touched his smooth chin and joked.

Zhang Qishan showed his white teeth: "That's not true, you are tall."

Zhang Qishan who said this is not short either.

Cong Ye took a closer look at Zhang Qishan and found that he was a little taller than Er Erhong.

"How old are you?"

Cong Ye asked.

Judging from Zhang Qishan's appearance, he should be about the same age as Er Erhong.

Zhang Qishan: "23."

Sure enough, it’s almost the same as February Red.

Only one year older than Er Erhong.

"A 14-year-old can drink. How can a boy not drink?"

Zhang Qishan and Er Erhong seem to have very different concepts.

He reopened the topic of drinking and boldly opened the cork for Cong Ye.

A refreshing aroma of wine suddenly filled the air around Zhang Qishan and Cong Ye.

"Meow~"

At this time, a familiar cat meow came.

Kunlun Daji jumped up the wall and stopped next to Cong Ye with elegant steps, her pupils staring closely at the wine in Cong Ye's hand.

"Didn't Er Erhong not let you drink?"

Daji's voice reached Cong Ye's ears.

Look, even Daji knew about Er Erhong not letting Cong Ye drink.

Cong also stroked the soft hair on Daji's back and did not answer her.

He actually thinks it doesn't matter if he drinks a little.

"Is this your cat?"

Zhang Qishan's eyes were on Kunlun Daji, but his gaze seemed to be out of control.

Unconsciously, it moved from Kunlun Daji's body to Cong Ye's hand, which was gently stroking the white fur.

Cong Ye's hands were beautiful, and this idea popped into Zhang Qishan's mind.

The bones are well defined, fair and slender, and the fingertips are lightly pink, like finely carved ivory.

"This is my master's cat."

Kunlun Daji was transferred to Er Erhong by Cong Ye. Logically speaking, she should be Er Erhong's cat.

Cong Ye scratched Daji's chin and said casually: "Let's go play."

"Humph."

Kunlun Daji raised her head proudly, and her figure quickly disappeared from sight.

Zhang Qishan's attention returned to Cong Ye's face. He knew that he had inquired about Cong Ye and Er Erhong and had a certain understanding of Cong Ye's background.