Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"puff!"

Yin Xinyue, who was sipping red wine in a goblet, spat out a mouthful of wine.

"Miss!"

"Miss!"

Two maids, Hong Yu and Lan Yue, ran over and rushed to wipe the red wine that slipped from her chin.

Yin Xinyue's mind was like a volcano erupting, and her mind was burned into a blank by the magma. She could only stare at Zhang Qishan in stunned silence.

In her mind, two handsome faces changed back and forth.

"They... they... are actually... cut sleeves!"

Yin Xinyue was stunned and made a sound.

As she stood there, a cold wind howled by, and the flowers were left withered and confused like bare dead branches.

Lan Yue patted her back distressedly and said comfortingly: "There are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world. Why are you so obsessed with two broken sleeves, Miss?"

Hongyu squinted her eyes, and after confirming that she caught a hint of excitement in Yin Xinyue's eyes, she leaned into her ear and whispered:

"Miss, don't you think it would be more interesting to know that they are Duanxiu than to get them? At least they are not men that women can get!"

Yin Xinyue looked at Hongyu with a shocked expression, her mind gradually clearing up, and her thoughts began to shift from sobriety to perversion without even realizing it. She chuckled, showing a smile that made Lan Yue's hair stand on end:

"What you said makes sense. They are men that no woman in the world can get! And...these two men..."

The smile on her lips slowly deepened: "It's quite a match."

After hearing this, Lan Yue rolled her eyes and almost fainted.

Hongyu looked calm as if she had seen the big world, and even mentioned Yin Xinyue: "Why don't we take advantage of the situation to break off the engagement? Anyway, Miss, you have obtained the inheritance rights of the Crescent Hotel. From now on, you will be free to choose from all the men in the world?"

"Hiss," Yin Xinyue took a breath. The scene of the beautiful man in her arms had already appeared in her mind. She finally understood the true meaning of life. She had lived in vain for the past 20 years.

"You're right! If I get married, I can only look at one man in my life!"

“但我要是不嫁人，那么我20岁的时候怀里是20岁的男人，30岁的时候怀里还是20岁的男人，40岁的时候怀里还是20岁的男人，甚至我60岁怀里还可以是20岁的男人！”

She clenched Hongyu's wrist excitedly.

"Eh?"

"What's wrong with Lan Yue?"

There was a muffled hum.

Yin Xinyue turned around and saw that Lan Yue had fainted and fell to the ground.

Yin Xinyue narrowed her eyes and asked tentatively: "When I am 60 years old, young lady, will I also find you a 20-year-old man?"

Lan Yue slowly stretched out her hand and got up again.

There were tears on her face, not because she didn't want to stop the young lady from having bold ideas, but because she had given her too much.

"Master Peng actually has a broken sleeve?"

"Mom!"

"Isn't this a disease?"

"Men like men?"

"No wonder I said he and the man next to him are inseparable?"

"Hiss! Don't like beauties but handsome men? This Mr. Peng is really a maverick!"

"..."

Discussions entered Zhang Qishan's ears one after another.

His expression remained unchanged.

He has always regarded other people's opinions as nothing. It would be a great tragedy for a person to only live in other people's mouths in his life.

He never felt that it was unethical for a man to be with a man, and he never felt that other people's comments could affect him in any way.

Therefore, he did not feel any shame or stiffness in saying such seemingly rebellious words in order to terminate his engagement with Yin Xinyue.

His hand wearing black leather gloves opened the bead curtain and returned to the box.

Cong Ye sat on the chair, clutching the tea cup with one hand, and resentment continued to flow out.

"what happened?"

Zhang Qishan was in a good mood. He sat back on the chair leisurely, blew on the tea, took a sip, and cast his eyes playfully on Cong Ye.

"What do you say?"

Zhang Qishan is so shameless?

This era is not that tolerant of homosexuality, but he dared to make it public just to avoid his engagement with Yin Xinyue.

Cong Ye sometimes still admires Zhang Qishan's level of rogueness.

The premise is that he is not a victim of Zhang Qishan's nonsense.

Zhang Qishan heard his voice sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth, and he suppressed a smile:

"Besides this method, I actually have another method."

"Then why don't you use the other method?"

No matter what the remaining options are, they are better than the one in front of me.

Zhang Qishan looked at him in surprise: "You mean you want to stay and be Yin Xinyue's husband?"

Cong Ye: "..."

He took a deep breath.

Then let Zhang Qishan pretend to be cut off.

Pretending to be gay is only temporary, but staying to be Yin Xinyue's husband will last forever.

"Even if you are willing, the second master will not agree."

Zhang Qishan glanced at him and said with a smile, "Even if you have this intention, you should stop it as soon as possible."

Cong didn't pay attention to him. It won't take long for the news about Peng Sanbian's good masculinity in the northwest to spread all over the country.

After getting the medicinal materials in the brocade box, Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan walked out of the Crescent Hotel.

Cong Ye's face was calm and calm, but his heart was twisted by the rumors that reached his ears.

"That must be Mr. Peng's wife!"

"No wonder I can charm Mr. Peng so much. He does have some capital!"

"That's right! Even a woman can't have such a good appearance!"

"Listen to what you just said, Mr. Peng is not only a manly man, but he is also henpecked!"

"I heard that this money came from my good friend Mr. Peng!"

"What? Mr. Peng is the one who eats soft rice!"

"Tsk tsk."

"..."

As long as Zhang Qishan and Cong didn't leave, the topic would always revolve around them.

Cong Ye pulled Zhang Qishan and jumped into the car with the wind at his feet.

Zhang Qishan sat next to Cong Ye, with his hands clenched into fists under his nose, and he chuckled one after another.

Cong Ye gave him a cold look. Zhang Qishan stopped his smile and coughed twice: "Don't be angry, this is a helpless act."

Cong didn't say anything, and faced outside the car window.

Zhang Qishan glanced at him, and his voice became a little softer: "You lied to me first, and then I said something like that to get away. It's even."

Cong Ye defended: "It's not that I don't want you to come with us in vain, I want to give you a wife!"

The smile at the corner of Zhang Qishan's mouth became a little lighter, and his handsome brow bones showed strength and dominance just like him.

His compelling gaze seemed to penetrate deeply into Cong Ye's eyes, and his words were arrogant and arrogant:

"Whatever I, Zhang Qishan, want, I will get, fight for, and grab by myself; if I don't want anything, even if a gun is pointed at my head, I will not go against my will."

He is like a mighty lion on the grassland, declaring his own rules.

Cong also turned his head and looked out the car window. His black hair swept across the tip of Zhang Qishan's nose as he moved.

The itching spread all the way into Zhang Qishan's heart.

Zhang Qishan belongs to the type of person who is born to be a leader. He is a completely different type from Er Erhong.

The aggression he sometimes displayed made even Cong, who was also a man, feel a faint sense of oppression.

Cong Ye crossed his arms over his chest and tightened his grip on the brocade box.

Anyway, I got the deer live grass.

The master's poison will be cured immediately.