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

The next morning, the weather was not good and there was a heavy fog in the forest, which caused the gold-mining team, which was not very mature to begin with, to fail before they could even start their mission.

Wu Xie stood by the small second-story fence of the homestay, looking at the pitch-dark weather outside, and suddenly felt depressed.

For some reason, he always felt that if he rushed over today, there would be some unexpected discovery waiting for him. However, in this foggy weather, it would be fine if he was alone, but now he was partnered with Fatty after all, and even if he wanted to go in, he couldn't ignore Fatty's safety.

Wu Xie decided to rest here for a while without thinking too much. He just sighed and turned back to the room.

Fatty had been in the house and had not gone out. When he saw Wu Xie coming in, he threw the apple he had just washed over to him.

Wu Xie took aim, caught the apple, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

"What's wrong? Why is our Third Master so depressed today? What happened? Tell Fatty?"

Wu Xie chuckled and spread his hands towards Fatty: "What could it be? Even God doesn't want me to go into the mountain today. We can just take a break and set off again tomorrow."

When Fatty heard Wu Xie's words, he jumped up from the bed flexibly and said, "How can we set out tomorrow? What if all my treasures are taken away by someone? No, no, we will go in soon."

“But…” Wu Xie thought of going in at this time just to accommodate Fatty, but it was unsafe after all. If something really happened, it would be too late to say more.

Fatty Wang blocked Wu Xie's remaining words in his throat: "We have all been to the bottom of the sea before. It's foggy, so why should we be afraid? It's okay. Just listen to me. We will go into the mountains in a while. We will attack by surprise and maybe we can find the mastermind behind this."

"it is good."

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Deep in the Qinling Mountains, Cheng Ji sat on the bronze sacred tree, swinging his legs, and chatted with Zhang Qiling who was setting up a tent nearby: "Brother, how about we make a bet?"

Zhang Qiling's hands kept moving, still busy with his work, but his response was almost always: "What's the bet?"

Seeing Zhang Qiling taking the bait, Cheng Ji said with a smile: "Let's bet on when these two kids will come up from the bottom of the mountain. It's so foggy outside now~"

Then he felt that his sincerity was not enough and continued: "I'll give you a chance. You choose first this time, and I'll choose the option you left."

Zhang Qiling calmly lowered his eyes under his eyelashes, and even deliberately did not pause in the movement of his hands, waiting for the boy's next words.

Cheng Ji, who didn't notice the unusual intentions of the man in front of him, was still fearlessly talking about the betting options: "There is so much fog now, do you think they will choose to go up the mountain tomorrow or today?"

"Today." Zhang Qiling said without hesitation.

Cheng Ji, who originally wanted to trick Zhang Qiling into choosing tomorrow's option, was choked by Zhang Qiling's quick answer and had to cough for a long time before he could catch his breath.

But after all, these rules are set by yourself, and you have to abide by them even if you have to kneel down.

Cheng Ji pretended to be indifferent and continued, "Then what should we bet on? Tell me, how about betting on doing housework for a day?"

After setting up the tent, Zhang Qiling finally raised his head. Without saying a word, he just looked at Cheng Ji, silently protesting against the bet proposed by Cheng Ji.

"What's wrong? Brother, don't you like the bet I mentioned? I worked so hard to come up with this." Cheng Ji looked at Zhang Qiling innocently without blinking.

Zhang Qiling stood up and took the boy down from the tree branch. He locked him in his arms and seriously discussed with him the feasibility of the plan he had just mentioned: "Can you do it?"

"What?" Cheng Ji blinked, not understanding what Zhang Qiling meant.

"housework."

Cheng Ji had lived for so many years and never expected to be looked down upon in this aspect. He immediately became furious: "??? No, Zhang Qiling, who are you looking down upon?"

"Cook?"

"……Won't."

"Mopping the floor?"

"..."

"do the laundry?"

"..."