Tomb Raider: The Fox's Ways to Seducing the Kirin

Cheng Ji opened the package, confirmed what was inside and threw it directly into the space. It was just an ugly piece of broken stone, and nothing could be seen of it with the naked eye. He would study it when he had time. The most urgent thing now was the two vine balls in the house.

The young man sighed, looked around at the ball wrapped around Cheng An, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The vines retreated in response, revealing a young man with his limbs tightly tied up. Cheng Ji reached out and touched the young man's head, and the vines tied to his limbs also faded away and disappeared.

"Thank you for your hard work. I was careless. I'm sorry. Do you still have the strength now?" Cheng Ji said with an apologetic look in his eyes. He reached out to support the staggering Cheng An and spoke.

Cheng An shook his head and responded nonchalantly, "It's OK. He should be fine. As long as he doesn't touch the stone, he won't be completely blessed. At most, he will have a headache for a while. But Aji, there should be more than one piece of this thing. You have to figure out why this stone can induce the Zhang family to be blessed. Otherwise, you can prevent it this time, but it's hard to say next time."

Cheng Ji nodded, took out some blood-replenishing pills from the space and stuffed them into Cheng An's pocket. After throwing them in, he patted his pocket with his hand, glanced at it with satisfaction, and then straightened his expression: "Cheng Xiaoan, I haven't heard you worrying about this and that for a long time. I miss it. I know, I can roughly guess something. When things here are over, I will set off and go over there to take a good look at what is so weird."

After all, they are brothers who carry out the mission together. Cheng An naturally knows what kind of person Cheng Ji is. He seems to be careless, but no one can guess what he is thinking.

There were many people in the clan who were not convinced at first. After all, a half-grown child was directly sent to the position of young master and was in charge of half of the rewards and punishments in the clan. Anyone would feel dissatisfied, let alone the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Clan, a hidden family with the power of blood.

But as time went by, everyone felt awe towards this young master and no longer dared to show any contempt for him.

The reason is simple. A young man who can remain calm in the face of any family event and even has a faint smile on his face all the time will not tolerate any contempt.

It was this young man who, when faced with outsiders threatening the lives of several young people in his tribe, he smiled and persuaded everyone to leave, and went to the appointment alone without changing his expression, thus saving the lives of his people.

This is the young man that Cheng An vowed to follow all his life!

Cheng An knew that Cheng Ji was still worried about the condition of the Zhang family patriarch next to him, so he tactfully did not delay any longer. He waved his hand and walked out to the next room. Before leaving, he considerately closed the door for the two of them.

After Cheng An left, Cheng Ji shifted his gaze back to the vine ball around Zhang Qiling. He waved his hand to remove the vines on Zhang Qiling's body and the Fenghou Qimen under his feet. The ancient sword entangled in the vines fell to the ground with a crisp sound the moment the vines disappeared.

Cheng Ji walked up quickly, supported the somewhat exhausted Zhang Qiling, and asked softly: "How is it, brother, are you feeling unwell?"

With the support of the young man, Zhang Qiling sat on the bed and shook his head to indicate that he was fine, but beads of sweat oozed out from his head and fell onto the young man's hands.

The slight touch made the boy frown again. This didn't seem like a sign of everything being alright.

As he pondered, the young man reached out and pulled Zhang Qiling's hand hidden behind his back, clasped his wrist, and carefully explored the god's current physical condition.

"Why don't you say it?" The young man was silent for a while and asked softly.

Zhang Qiling exerted force and the young man fell defenselessly onto the god's lap. He adjusted his sitting position helplessly and waited quietly for Zhang Qiling's subsequent reaction.

Zhang Qiling buried his head in the boy's neck and said in a muffled voice: "You were too tired yesterday. I don't want to." He just endured it and it passed.

Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows.

You are so tolerant, aren't you afraid of getting sick from it?

But even though he complained, he was reluctant to let his god suffer this. He smiled and lifted up Zhang Qiling's face, leaned over and whispered in his ear, his tone full of teasing: "Brother, you are going to ruin it and make it sick. What should I do in the future?"

The tone of the young man's voice involuntarily carried the charm engraved in his blood, which made the sweat on Zhang Qiling's face more dense.

But the instigator saw that Zhang Qiling hadn't made any move, so he added fuel to the fire and said, "Brother, are you tired of Aji?" He twisted his waist and adjusted his sitting position deliberately, feeling some signals coming from an indescribable position, and pretended to be ignorant and continued, "It seems that Aji is not as good as other young people. After just one day, you have lost interest in Aji."

Although the words were spoken seriously, the traces of performance were very obvious, and even the boy was so perfunctory that he didn't even bother to hide it.

Zhang Qiling had seen Cheng Ji's mouth before. As long as the fire didn't burn him, his mouth was very powerful and could tease him as much as possible.

Once he was really burned, he became extremely cowardly and started crying and trying to run away in a short while.

She was so teased by the boy that she could not hold herself back and raised her head to kiss his chattering lips.

"Brother, um..." Cheng Ji's words, which had not yet been uttered, were choked back into his stomach by Zhang Qiling's kiss.

Zhang Qiling put his arm around the boy and buried his other hand in his hair, deepening the kiss.

Everyone has said that this little liar named Cheng is a wimp and has a big addiction to sex. Even after kissing so many times, he still can't do the most basic breathing.

After kissing for a while, she pushed him to let go.

Considering what the young man said just now, Zhang Qiling didn't intend to let him go easily.

As the sun sets and the lights come on, the hotel lobby is bustling with guests dining in.

But all this has nothing to do with the room in the corner.

Spring is coming.

The room is filled with charm.