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

After a long while, Cheng Ji didn't turn his head and said, "Brother, if I do something that you have been looking forward to for a long time, can I get a reward?"

Zhang Qiling turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him. He did not respond immediately, as if he was weighing something. After a long while, he spoke: "Will you be in trouble?"

He could probably guess who the man lying in the crystal coffin was, and he also knew that the boy's superb acupuncture skills could bring people back to life, but he also knew that the price he paid was huge. When he saved his mother that time, the boy lay in bed unconscious for several years!

Call him unfilial or anything else, if the price is Cheng Ji's life, then he is willing to bear the infamy.

Cheng Ji was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Zhang Qiling to ask this. He took his hand with his other hand, shook his arm, raised his face with a smile in his eyes, and replied: "Brother, are you worried about me?"

After asking, he thought for a while and added: "Before, it was because my bloodline was not integrated and my soul power was limited. Now it's fine. I won't let anything happen to me. After all..."

Cheng Ji's eyes were bright, and he threw himself into Zhang Qiling's arms, leaned beside his ear, and gently stroked his lean and strong waist and abdomen, with an inexplicable greed in his tone: "After all, brother's waist is so good, how can I bear to let myself get hurt~"

As he wished, he noticed that Zhang Qiling's breathing was disordered for a moment, and then the boy came out of Zhang Qiling's arms with a smile, pretending to be ignorant and teasing: "Brother, it's daytime now, you can't do that kind of thing~"

But if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet. The boy, who had just stepped back a few steps to get away from danger, was pulled back by Zhang Qiling, who pinched his chin and kissed him directly.

"Ah wait wait... um!" All the unfinished words were swallowed into his stomach, and he fell into it almost instantly.

Suddenly, high-risk areas fell passively.

The young man's eyes widened, with tears gathering in his eyes.

When the arrow was on the string, Zhang Qiling hurriedly ended the kiss, and his hands were much more restrained. He just held up the boy with his arms to prevent him from falling to the ground.

A cold voice reached Cheng Ji's ears: "We'll continue with the rest tonight."

"………?" Cheng Ji almost got angry when he heard this. This was the kind of thing where he would suddenly sit up and yell in the middle of the night, "No, is he sick?"

After calming down for a while, the boy replied with gritted teeth, "Okay, brother, we'll continue tonight!"

After playing for a while, the original heavy atmosphere had long disappeared, and Cheng Ji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhang Qiling no longer had any intention of stopping them.

He has merged blood, and the soul power of the three thousand year old Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Bloodline is unimaginable for ordinary people. Although it will not waste any soul power, he will be slightly weak for three to five days. This is not a big deal for him.

Time waits for no one now. After Zhang Qishan flees back to Changsha, he will definitely find a way to take the initiative and stabilize the remaining Zhang family members under his command.

If they return any later, they will surely be caught in the trap prepared by Zhang Qishan. He will not let them, especially those members of the Zhang family, return to Changsha alive.

So we still need to speed up our pace.

Cheng Ji walked towards the stone platform. The four members of the Zhang family had already considerately moved Zhang Fulin's body from the crystal coffin to the stone platform, making it more convenient for Cheng Ji's next move.

In fact, Zhang Fulin was not really dead. His soul was sleeping in his body. I don’t know if this was a unique situation for the Zhang family or only Zhang Fulin was like this, but this also saved Cheng Ji a lot of time.

Cheng Ji raised his hand, twisted his fingertips lightly, and the silver needle fell.

The Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, the first twelve are not difficult for the young man, only the last one is more difficult.

Cheng Ji slowly and methodically placed the first twelve stitches in their proper positions until the last stitch - the thirteenth stitch.

The young man finally straightened his expression, took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, gathered his energy, and inserted the needle!

The moment the thirteenth needle pierced Zhang Fulin's body, Zhang Fulin's gray face turned color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood that had already coagulated began to flow slowly.

But this was not enough. The young man did not bother to concentrate on gathering his blood and essence. He simply bit his finger and roughly carved a long and complicated rune in the air, smoothly and effortlessly!

The blood talisman was condensed and injected into Zhang Fulin's body. Almost instantly, Zhang Fulin, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and the look in his eyes slowly returned to clarity from the initial confusion.

It didn't seem like this whole process took very long, but in fact it took a huge toll on the body and mind. Cheng Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person he had rescued regain consciousness.

He stood up, but before he could stand firmly, the dizziness that followed made Cheng Ji almost fall down.

Just as expected, his body shook slightly and he was embraced gently. Cheng Ji looked up and smiled at the person who came. The sweat on his forehead and the pale color of his lips caught Zhang Qiling's eyes.

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips lightly and moved a few times, but he was not willing to open his mouth to blame him. He just hugged the boy's arms tightly.

After making sure that the boy was just tired and fell asleep, Zhang Qiling gently placed the boy on the open space beside him, took off his coat and covered him with it, then turned and walked to Zhang Fulin who had just woken up and sat up.

"Father." Zhang Qiling called out.

Zhang Fulin looked at the man in front of him and was about to ask about the situation, but he was slightly stunned by the word "father". When he reacted, his eyes instantly turned red, and his lips opened and closed. After a while, he found his voice and said, "You are... Xiaoguaner?"

Zhang Qiling nodded.

Zhang Fulin took Zhang Qiling's hand and looked at the hair-shaped finger that had been trained through the same torture as his. When he spoke again, his voice was trembling: "Child, it was your father who made you suffer. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been taken back by the Zhang family and wouldn't have suffered this. By the way, now the Zhang family..."

He wanted to ask whether the current Zhang family treated him well, but when he saw the positions of the other four members of the Zhang family, he had a guess in his mind, but he was not completely sure. He was hesitant and didn't know how to start.

"I am Zhang Qiling now." Zhang Qiling's words confirmed his guess.

Zhang Fulin stood up with the help of Zhang Qiling, and thought of the various behaviors of the Zhang family before he lost consciousness. In the end, he did not mention this topic again. He just sighed, raised his hand and patted Zhang Qiling's shoulder.

"Your mother..." Zhang Fulin had the worst thought in his mind, but he didn't know how to continue the conversation.

Zhang Qiling knew what Zhang Fulin wanted to ask, and answered, "He's still alive. Cheng Ji saved my mother, and he also saved you."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the boy who was sleeping soundly, and the expression in his eyes softened a lot.

"He..." Zhang Fulin was stunned again. He had just woken up and didn't know that a young man had worked hard to save him. Now he heard that this boy not only saved him but also Bai Ma. He didn't know how to start for a moment.

He was born in the Zhang family and experienced the cold-bloodedness of the Zhang family. Throughout his life, only Bai Ma made him understand human love.

Zhang Qiling made sure that Zhang Fulin was fine, then he turned around and walked over, carefully holding the young man horizontally in his arms. His voice was not a whisper, but a gentle tone rarely seen in the Zhang family: "He always said that I was his god."

“In fact, he is also my light.”