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

As the runes took shape, the boy's face could no longer be described as simply as pale as paper.

As the last stroke was made, the talisman was completed, and the blood power of the ancient auspicious beast Qilin instantly exploded from Zhang Qiling's body and spread to the surroundings.

The bloodline improvement was even more powerful than the last time. This time, all living things within a hundred miles radius surrendered and kowtowed to the suppression of this bloodline.

"Cough, cough, cough——" Cheng Ji put away his hand that was almost bleeding, clutched the clothes on his chest, and suppressed a cough for a while.

Then the young man suddenly remembered what he had promised to the god, so he had to help the god lean against the stone door, and forced himself to stand up. With trembling hands, he unbuttoned the blood-stained clothes on his body, took them off, and changed into clean clothes taken out from the space.

After cleaning himself up, he bent down and tried to clean the blood stains on the ground. However, after the cleaning tools slipped from his hands several times, the boy stopped with a look of disappointment.

Cheng Ji lowered his eyes and punched his almost numb arm again and again with his other hand in indignation.

It's useless. You can't even do this.

However, what on earth did his god experience during the short five minutes that he was away, and why did he suddenly faint and become so weak?

Cheng Ji was afraid that there might be other hidden dangers in the tomb. He knew that with his current physical condition, even an ordinary vengeful spirit could crush him to death. After thinking it over again and again, Cheng Ji decided to take Zhang Qiling out first.

He did as he said. The young man walked to Zhang Qiling with a somewhat shaky step and dragged him onto his back.

He knew that the muscle density on the god's body had reached a terrifying value, but it was only when he actually carried him on his back that the boy realized how heavy this man was.

The young man picked up the ancient sword on the ground with his foot and held it in his hand. Fortunately, this ancient sword was of ordinary weight. If it was the one still in the Zhang family's ancient building, it would probably crush him directly.

However, although it was not that sword, it was not light either. The young man flipped his hand, put the ancient sword into the space, and walked towards the exit with a staggering step.

It took a lot of effort to carry Zhang Qiling back to the Lama Temple. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Bai Ma coming to greet him. The beautiful mother's eyes were full of worry: "What happened? How come you are like this after going out?"

Maybe Mother Bai didn't mean to blame him, but the boy still felt guilty and said, "Aunt, I'm sorry. I was too careless."

Bai Ma shook his head and said, "No one will blame you, kid. I am older than you, and it is the duty of an elder brother to protect his younger brother. Don't be too hard on yourself. This is not what I want to see."

Bai Ma looked at the clean clothes that the young man had specially changed into, his mind as clear as a mirror and he said nothing more. He helped to push open the door of the nearest house so that the two could go in quickly.

Cheng Ji walked in and put Zhang Qiling on the bed. He frowned and checked his injuries, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

It's really strange. There is clearly no wound. How did he get injured?

Just as the boy reached out to take off Zhang Qiling's clothes to see if the wound was under the clothes, Zhang Qiling suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the boy's hand.

The wound on Cheng Ji's palm had not yet healed, and when he was squeezed hard, the wound naturally broke open again, and bright red blood dripped down from the gap between their hands.

"Ugh..." The tearing pain made the boy groan for a moment, but then he was afraid that Zhang Qiling would blame himself and started to talk nonsense, trying to ease the atmosphere: "Brother, why are you touching me right after waking up? Do you have a crush on me?"

Zhang Qiling withdrew his hand and sat up without answering. He seemed even more taciturn than before, and the gentleness in his eyes that had been nurtured by the boy also disappeared.

Cheng Ji was hit by Zhang Qiling's indifference and was at a loss for a moment: "Brother, I was talking nonsense. I was wrong."

Zhang Qiling's gaze was still piercing, a chill the boy had never seen before. This kind of Zhang Qiling was too unfamiliar to the boy, and it could no longer be explained by simple anger.

The next second, Zhang Qiling asked: "Who are you?"

The boy's mind went blank for a moment after being struck by these three words, and then it seemed as if everything was connected again.

God-given

No wonder Yang Wanjin's curse was only directed at Zhang Qiling. No wonder he didn't notice anything wrong, but the god was tortured into this state in just five minutes when he was away.

What was the opportunity that interfered with the brains of the Zhang family and led to their being granted the power by heaven? Why did Yang Wanjin know the Qilin Zhang family so well?

Questions were raised one after another, but there seemed to be no clue at all.

Cheng Ji forced a smile and said, "Brother, don't you remember me..." As the young man spoke, he wanted to step forward and grab the god's hand out of habit, but he was avoided by the god.

The boy's hand froze in mid-air, and after a long while he withdrew it awkwardly.

Zhang Qiling didn't know what he meant, but the surroundings made him realize instantly that it was the young man in front of him who saved him. Out of politeness, he still opened his mouth to thank him and said, "Thank you for saving me. I can promise to do something for you to show my gratitude."

The cold and distant words floated into the boy's ears, instantly shattering the courage he had accumulated with great difficulty.

This short day seemed like a dream. He mustered up the courage to confess his love, the gods agreed, and then he died. Only one day had passed. In the end, he was the only one who took it seriously.

After all, stories like that of being blessed by gods can only exist in fairy tales. When the dream is over, it is time to return to our own lives.

Cheng Jiqiang forced a smile and said nonchalantly, "It's just a small favor, sir, please don't take it to heart."

"Then I won't disturb your rest. We'll meet again if we're lucky."