Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Cong Ye finally stepped onto Zhang Qishan's pirate ship.

Mainly because compared to the traitor Zuo Qianzhi, he still liked Zhang Qishan more.

"Are you trying too hard?"

Inside the hotel room.

Cong Ye looked at the cheongsam in front of him, was silent for a moment, and asked Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan coughed twice, suppressed the smile on his lips, and explained:

"This is also a helpless move. Yan Sanxing likes to use beautiful women to practice swordsmanship. If he wants to lure the snake out of its hole, you have to dress up as a woman. Letting a real woman come will only increase casualties."

Cong Ye raised his head and looked at Zhang Qishan beside him: "Then why don't you go?"

Zhang Qishan lowered his eyes and said nothing, but it seemed as if he had said everything.

He is wearing a military uniform. He is tall and tall, with deep and cold facial contours. Even the military uniform cannot hide his smooth and powerful muscle lines.

Which girl has a body like his?

Cong is also 14 years old, with thin muscles and fair skin.

He is also a well-trained actress, and there is no sense of inconsistency in pretending to be a woman.

It's just that she is a little taller than the average woman, but it doesn't have much impact.

Zhang Qishan's eyes rested on Cong Ye's face, and he thought to himself.

Cong Ye stared at the purple cheongsam in front of him, his back teeth aching.

"Are you sure Yan Sanxing will come out?"

Cong also wanted a guarantee.

He didn't want to sacrifice his appearance, and then the effort would be in vain.

"I promise you that."

Zhang Qishan looked into his eyes sincerely.

In fact, Cong Ye didn't particularly resist. Hua Dan played the female role. He had been mentally prepared from the first day of acting.

What's more, Cong never believes that a man's character is judged by his clothes.

"it is good."

Cong also nodded.

Zhang Qishan breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you very much."

Without saying anything, Cong took the cheongsam and wig into the bedroom of the suite.

Zhang Qishan sat down in front of the black square table, playing with the small teacup with his hands wearing black leather gloves, waiting for Cong Ye to come out.

The sun moves down, and the afterglow is gradually swallowed up by darkness.

The dark blue night enveloped the entire Changsha.

creak.

The wooden door of the bedroom was pushed open from the inside.

Zhang Qishan's eyes then fell on the figure.

The dark purple was embroidered with golden butterflies, and large swaths of them flew from the corners of the skirt to the cuffs.

Her skin was as white as jade, as delicate as milk flowing in front of her eyes.

Her long black hair was spread over her shoulders, making her small face as smooth as the bright moon look even smaller.

The eyebrows are dark in spring, and the eyes are bright in autumn.

There is a coolness and purity emanating from the bones in her beauty.

Zhang Qishan's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he only came to his senses in embarrassment when the purple figure sat in front of him.

He just picked up a purple cheongsam casually, but he didn't expect that Quiet Cong was also wearing it and it fit so well.

Zhang Qishan's throat rolled, and when his eyes fell on Cong Ye's face, which was as dark as a pot bottom, he was stunned for a moment, and a helpless smile leaked from the corner of his eyes:

"What's going on here?"

After changing clothes, I came out with a cold face.

Cong Ye glanced at him, with anger in his eyes. He pushed back his long black hair and turned his back to Zhang Qishan.

"Didn't you know to buy a larger size when you bought it?"

"I am a man after all!"

Cong Ye's voice floated far away in Zhang Qishan's ears.

Before his eyes was a dazzling whiteness.

The protruding spine looks like a white jade carving.

Ice muscle and jade bone, Zhang Qishan understood this word so clearly for the first time.

The zipper of the cheongsam got stuck at the butterfly bone and couldn't be pulled up.

Men's shoulders are inherently wider than women's. This cheongsam is for women, so it naturally doesn't fit men.

Zhang Qishan glanced at the night outside the window and comforted Cong Ye helplessly: "You can't see your hair if you let it down."

The black wig he bought was very long, almost reaching Cong Ye's waist, and could easily cover his smooth back.

Zhang Qishan faced Cong Ye's accusing eyes and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry."

Cong Ye: "..."

He drank the tea in the cup in one gulp and pushed his hair back back.

"Let's go."

……

The night was dark.

The city of Changsha fell into a deep sleep.

The moonlight shines faintly on the bluestone pavement.

The sound of footsteps ticking in the silent night.

On the whole street, there was only one figure walking slowly under the moonlight.

A sticky gaze was glued to the figure's back.

A dark shadow lay on the roof like the monster's spine, and its shining pupils stared intently at the figure.

Finally, he no longer held back and flew down.

He drew out the short knife from his waist, and the cold light reflected his excited eyes.

Cong also turned around and raised his hands hanging on both sides of his thighs.

However, a huge force suddenly came from his waist.

A strong arm bound his waist like steel and easily led him to change direction.

"Be careful girl!"

Cong Ye looked at this young man who did not appear in his and Zhang Qishan's plan with a slightly startled expression.

Where did this guy come from?

Zhang Qishan arrived and was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. He and the young man took action at the same time to capture Yan Sanxing.

Yan Sanxing kept struggling and was tied up tightly by Zhang Qishan.

"Girl, are you not hurt?"

The young man ran over and asked worriedly.

Cong Ye said: "I am a man."

The boy's brain was shut down and his expression was blank.

Zhang Qishan's hand fell on the young man's shoulder: "Rishan."

Now the person with a blank expression turned into Cong Ye: "Do you know each other?"

His eyes moved back and forth between Zhang Qishan and the boy named Rishan.

"He is a member of my clan and came to Changsha to join me. His name is Zhang Rishan."

Zhang Qishan and Cong Cong also explained: "I forgot to inform him about today's matter."

Mainly because Zhang Qishan didn't expect Zhang Rishan to go out so late.

Zhang Rishan recovered from the shock, looked at Cong Ye, and then at Zhang Qishan, with a blank expression.

"This is Cong Ye, the apprentice of Young Master Hongfu Yueerhong."

Zhang Qishan introduced to Zhang Rishan again.

While they were talking, Cong also walked up to Yan Sanxing.

Yan Sanxing stopped struggling, and when he saw Cong Ye, a smile appeared on his face.

"why are you laughing?"

Cong also stepped on his shoulder.

Zhang Qishan came over and reminded him: "You are wearing a cheongsam."

This action caused the cheongsam to slide up, revealing a large area of ​​thigh skin at the slit.

"They're all men."

Cong didn't care at all.

Zhang Qishan pursed his lips and took two steps forward, slightly blocking the large area of ​​skin he exposed.

"You won't kill me if I laugh."

Yan Sanxing looks confident.

Zhang Qishan's eyes were filled with coldness: "Why do you say that?"

Yan Sanxing raised the corners of his mouth and did not answer.

Cong also thought of Master Hong.

He met Yan Sanxing in Hongfu.

Yan Sanxing was also a subordinate of Zuo Qian.

Then Mr. Hong is destined to be involved with Zuo Qianzhi.

Cong Ye kicked him, retracted his leg, turned and left.

"I'm going back and I'll leave it to you to solve it yourself."

Yan Sanxing's eyes widened and he wanted to say something, but he felt the barrel of a cold gun on his forehead.

Gunshots sounded.

Cong Ye paused in his steps and did not look back.

A real man never looks back to see a shooting!