Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

Hei Xiazi clapped his hands and said, "Second Master, how long have you not been out of the house?"

"I don't want to see anyone right now."

Hei Xiazi seemed not to hear, walked over with a smile, pulled a stool and sat down, "It's okay, just don't look at me!"

"Blind man, go tell Wuxie to be careful. I need to take a break for a while."

"Also, I'm not around for the time being, so you should teach Wuxie more. Tell him that it was me who asked him to do it, and ask him to take you as his master."

Hei Xiazi put away his smile and said seriously, "Young Master, I understand."

"Young Master, Wuxie wants me to tell you something. He wants me to ask you, do you blame him?"

Yin Qiaomu shook his head and said, "I understand. I don't blame him. Also, how much did Wuxie ask you to spend to deliver the message?!"

The black bear groaned and said pitifully, "I am just that kind of person~"

"Yes!"

"five hundred……"

"roll!"

"okay!"

After Hei Xia Zi left, Yin Qiumu summoned Black and White Impermanence.

"I've met the master!"

"The young man is guarding the Bronze Gate, please take good care of him and don't let him starve. Move his bed and things to the junction of the Bronze Gate and Hell. I will write him a letter. The signal at the Bronze Gate is not good, please forward it to me, and then..."

Bai Wuchang raised his hand and said, "Master... please speak slower. Also, your real body can see Master Qilin. If you have anything to say, just tell Master Qilin directly."

Yin Qiaomu was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss, "Ah, really..."

Hei Wuchang pinched Bai Wuchang, then covered up for him, "Master, I've remembered everything. Don't worry, we will take good care of Master Qilin."

Yin Qiaomu suddenly became a little depressed. He sighed and sat on the chair, "You guys go..."

He lay on the recliner, looking at the square sky of the courtyard, where the magnolia flowers were in full bloom.

"Brother, I missed you."

If the young man was acting because of himself, Yin Qiumu might not have been so depressed.

The young man was considering the overall situation, and he also understood his thoughts. He always felt that he was the one who could be sacrificed. The young man felt that it didn't matter to him, but Yin Qiumu felt distressed.

Yin Qiumu suddenly reflected on himself and wondered if the sense of security he provided was not enough?

Just like that, Yin Qiumu closed his eyes and fell asleep.

New Year, 2006 is coming.

Yin Qiumu took off the windbreaker he usually wore and changed into the robe he rarely wore, a moon-white robe and a blue padded jacket.

I spent the New Year leisurely with my sister at the Crescent Hotel.

This year, there are only two of us, a sister and a brother, celebrating the New Year.

Yin Qiaomu delegated power to Wuxie. It was not suitable for him to get involved anymore and he needed to do things in secret.

The Wang family is omnipresent. Only when he is quiet will the Wang family show up and Wuxie can take action.

He had too much power, which made the Wang family wary of him.

Yin Nanfeng could see that his brother was very worried about Wuxie.

"Brother, this is fine. Stay with me. You've been running around all these years, and I haven't been able to take good care of you."

Yin Qiaomu nodded and leaned on her sister's shoulder, "Sister~"

There has been no news from Wuxie for a long time. Thinking of Heixiazi, Yin Qiumu felt relieved. As long as Heixiazi was there, Wuxie would be fine.

Well...at most you'll just suffer a little bit of physical pain.

More and more people, both openly and secretly, were watching Yin Qiumu's actions, but to their surprise, Yin Qiumu seemed really unwilling to get involved in these things, a bit like Er Yuehong's state of retiring from the underworld.

Always wearing a robe, lying on a lounge chair to bask in the sun.

He would hold a fan in his hand and hum a few tunes, or teach his apprentices how to sing opera and practice kung fu.

Yin Qiumu really had completely cut off contact with Wuxie and the others. He secretly gave all his manpower, things, and money to Wuxie. He really gave up on them. If he wanted to deceive others, he had to deceive himself first.

The days passed quickly, and as time went by, Yin Qiumu could feel that there were fewer people monitoring him.

Yin Qiumu lay skillfully on the recliner, closed his eyes, and his mind came behind the bronze door.

The snow-white little fox ran towards a small hole behind the door with ease.

Zhang Qiling was sitting there in a daze when he saw the snow-white little ball running over.

He picked it up, and the little fox scratched his face with its claws, its eyes full of longing.

squeak...

The young man smiled and said "I haven't lost weight"

The little fox collapsed in the boy's arms with its belly exposed and its nine tails dangling from side to side.

After a moment, the little fox struggled up, ran to the ground, and wrote something with its paws.

The young man looked over and felt a little embarrassed.

"I miss you." The little fox drooped his eyes pitifully and hummed twice.

Zhang Qiling stood up and held it in his arms, looking at it.

He can't express it, but fortunately, his longing can speak.

The little fox stuck to his face and cried, and Yin Qiumu wiped his tears at this time.

It’s almost there, it’s almost there, Wuxie is almost there.

In 2010, the number of people monitoring him gradually decreased, and Yin Qiumu knew that Wuxie must have done something.

A lot has happened in these years. Jude Kao's company was reorganized, Wu Xie sorted out the secret of the Zhang family ancient building with Fatty, mixed in the Remote Sensing and Aerial Photography Center of the National Museum, went to Badain Jaran, and stayed in the desert for another two or three months.