Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Zhang Qishan was unwilling to become a villain in front of Cong Ye.

If possible, he hoped that his image in Cong Ye's heart would always be that of a good person.

But Zhang Qishan also knows that some things cannot be forced.

But within the limits of control, he still tried his best to do everything he could.

Zhang Qishan smiled self-deprecatingly, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes:

"What do you think I'm going to do to Zhang Qiling?"

"Experiment on him, or force him to do something?"

Cong Ye paused and looked at Zhang Qishan, but Zhang Qishan didn't look at him again.

Cong Ye explained: "I didn't think so."

"Cong Ye, after finding Zhang Qiling, I just hope that he can lead us to find immortality, not do anything to him."

Zhang Qishan also slowed down his tone. He stood up and sat down next to Cong Ye.

He looked at Cong Ye who was very close in front of him, his eyes moved from his forehead to his eyebrows, then to the bridge of his nose, lips, chin, Adam's apple, collarbone, inch by inch, looking deeply and carefully, he would be attracted by Cong Ye all the time. Attract, even Cong does nothing.

He calmed down the look in his pupils, put his hand on Cong Ye's shoulder, and said seriously:

"Cong Ye, you don't believe in immortality, but immortality does exist in the world."

"Human life is too short, decades pass by in the blink of an eye."

"There are too many good things to keep, so how can I be willing to die with regrets?"

Zhang Qishan has indeed changed.

In the past, he was domineering and arbitrary, and he would never explain to anyone or explain his purpose to anyone when he made up his mind. He only needed to know that he had no regrets in doing things.

But now, he hugged Cong Ye like a child, taking the trouble to show his vulnerability in front of Cong Ye over and over again, explaining his helplessness, hoping that Cong Ye could understand him and treat him like before. .

Instead of looking at him with indifferent eyes and snubbing him with a distant attitude like now.

There is no way, the person who is tempted first is doomed to bear all this.

Zhang Qishan is willing.

He just needs Congya to be by his side, that's his only hope.

"What regrets do you have?"

Cong Ye asked him.

What regrets can Zhang Qishan have?

He is in a high position and has all the glory and wealth, and no one dares to disobey him.

Cong Ye really couldn't figure out what regrets he had.

Zhang Qishan smiled when he heard his question. He touched the back of Cong Ye's head with his hand, "My regret is that I can't stay with you in this world longer."

Cong Ye was stunned for a moment, and the cold hairs stood up on his back, causing an inexplicable chill.

Zhang Qishan said this so lightly that Cong couldn't figure out what he meant.

"Why do you want to accompany me?"

Cong Ye opened his eyes slightly and stared at Zhang Qishan intently.

Zhang Qishan smiled helplessly. His big hands suddenly held both sides of Cong Ye's cheeks, and his forehead touched Cong Ye's eyebrows.

The two people's noses were facing each other, and there was a lot of ambiguity.

Zhang Qishan sighed with satisfaction and said softly: "Because I can't let you go."

He seemed to finally say what he wanted to say.

He felt relaxed all over, almost wanting to rub Cong Ye into his bones and blood.

He wanted Cong Ye to stay by his side, never leaving him, even if he died, the two of them would sleep in a coffin.

With the passage of time, the desire in Zhang Qishan's heart grew into a giant beast that occupied all his sanity.

He didn't want to sit still and wait.

He just wanted Cong Ye to know, and he didn't want Cong Ye to be stupid anymore.

Cong Ye came back to his senses, his mind went blank. He subconsciously pushed Zhang Qishan away, stood up and stared at him coldly.

He got it.

Zhang Qishan's kindness to him is not the friendship between brothers, but... love?

It was no surprise that Zhang Qishan was pushed away by him. He leaned on the sofa and stretched out his hand to take Cong Ye's hand.

Cong also avoided.

"I do not like you."

He doesn't hate people of the same sex, let alone reject them.

But he never had any feelings for Zhang Qishan other than friendship.

Zhang Qishan smiled, his eyebrows dimmed, but a deeper obsession condensed in his eyes, and he comforted Cong Ye in turn:

"It doesn't matter, we still have a long time."

Time changes everything.

Cong Ye looked at Zhang Qishan without relaxing his frown.

Zhang Qishan already has an obsession with immortality, but Cong doesn't think that Zhang Qishan is really just because of him.

There are many things that Zhang Qishan is reluctant to part with. He has just become an excuse for Zhang Qishan to openly search for immortality.

"I know where Zhang Qiling is."

Cong Ye's words interrupted all Zhang Qishan's thoughts.

He looked at Cong Ye blankly, "You want to tell me?"

"I have conditions."

Instead of sitting still, take the initiative.

Cong Ye looked at Zhang Qishan especially calmly.

Ever since Zhang Qishan said those words, he had completely drawn a clear line with Zhang Qishan in his heart.

"What conditions?"

Zhang Qishan stared at him closely.

"I want to be a part of your plan."

Zhang Qishan looked at Cong Ye who said this to him obediently, and felt soft in his heart. He couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch Cong Ye's earlobe, but his hand was blocked by Cong Ye and pressed down.

Zhang Qishan tightened his fists, his expression unchanged.

"Tell me first why you suddenly changed your mind?"

Zhang Qishan did not answer, but asked questions.

Cong Ye only said one sentence: "My master is not in good health."

In just one sentence, he read it as softly as catkins.

A poisonous snake named jealousy tore open Zhang Qishan's heart and crawled out ferociously, causing him heart-rending pain.

He wished he could take such a bite on Er Erhong's body so that Er Erhong could experience his pain.

A February red can easily change Cong Ye's mind.

But he was of no importance in Cong Ye's heart.

"Second Master knows?"

Zhang Qishan's voice was so cold that he had no warmth.

"he does not know."

The master is just an excuse for him.

Immortality is a lie, he will not let Er Erhong gain hope and be disappointed again.

Even Er Erhong doesn't believe in immortality.

Zhang Qishan smiled coldly: "You feel sorry for him."

Cong didn't speak either.

He doesn't quite know how to talk to Zhang Qishan now.

Every word Zhang Qishan speaks now is no longer pure.

"Cong Ye, whether I agree with your joining is not up to me, but to others."

Zhang Qishan said.

He stood up, walked towards the bookshelf, and turned a vase on the bookshelf.

A door opened in front of Cong Ye.

Cong Ye looked at Zhang Qishan, who walked in front of him: "Follow me in."

Their figures stepped into the dark room, and the door slowly closed.

Cong Ye walked in the narrow passage. After a long time, he saw an old man sitting in front of him.

"Cong Ye, you're here."

The old man gave him a friendly smile.

As before.

Zhang Qishan simply expressed Cong Ye's idea of ​​joining.

The old man stood up with a dragon-head crutch, stood in front of Cong Ye, and said with emotion: "If you are willing to join, how can I refuse?"

Cong also looked at him.