Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

The moment the package was opened, the third elder saw only dazzling red.

When he looked closely, he found that the dazzling red was actually red invitations sprinkled with gold. On the cover of the invitations, golden butterflies were flying around an inky black unicorn.

"Whose invitation is this? Isn't it for a meeting with the Patriarch and the Saint?"

The third elder took out the top invitation with doubt and opened it. The names of the bride and groom, the wedding date, and the clan leader's special seal were clearly written on the invitation.

"It's really the wedding invitation of the Patriarch and the Saint! Xiliu, they are getting married. Did they ask you to deliver the invitation to us old guys?"

Xi Liu nodded firmly, "The clan leader asked me to deliver it."

"What did our brat send? Show me now."

Zhang Yecheng strode into the room. When Xiliu saw him, she immediately took out a separate invitation from the inside pocket of her clothes and handed it to him.

"This was written by the clan leader himself, and he asked me to hand it to you personally."

Zhang Yecheng opened the invitation with a smile on his face. He only took a glance at the handwriting on the invitation and knew that the invitation in his hand was indeed written by Zhang Qiling himself.

The third elder looked at the invitation in Zhang Yecheng's hand, then looked at the invitations piled together on the table, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Xi Liu, so, who wrote these invitations on the table? The handwriting is quite good, and it's in the Slender Gold style."

"He is the clan leader's friend, a young man named Wu Xie."

"Wu Xie, the surname is Wu, he must be from the Wu family of Jiumen. It seems that the clan leader and his people have been deeply involved with the people of Jiumen over the years.

I heard from Qi An that last time, the clan leader personally brought a group of people back to the Zhang family in the Northeast. Those people must be people that the clan leader trusts very much, right?"

The third elder stared at Xi Liu intently. After a moment, he shifted his gaze to look at Zhang Mo who had been standing next to Xi Liu.

Xi Liu sensed Zhang Mo's discomfort, and immediately moved quietly to block Zhang Mo behind him.

"The Third Elder is right. The last time the clan leader entered the Zhang family, all of them were close friends of the clan leader."

Zhang Qian'an looked at the calm and composed Xi Liu, then at Zhang Mo who was protected behind him, and suddenly thought of his younger brother Zhang Sui'an, then he slightly curled the corners of his lips and smiled indifferently.

The third elder's eyes wandered over Zhang Qian'an, Zhang Sui'an, Xi Liu, and Zhang Mo. Somehow, he suddenly realized...

Zhang Qian'an and Zhang Sui'an are as similar as 90% to Xi Liu and Zhang Mo in some features.

Xi Liu and Zhang Qian'an are very similar, both are smiling foxes, while Zhang Mo and Zhang Sui'an suppress their inner naughty and talkative nature, making themselves look cold and steady.

The third elder withdrew his gaze, smiled and waved at Xiliu, indicating that he could leave.

"We already know about the clan leader and the saint. When the time comes, we old guys will definitely arrive on time to attend their wedding."

Xi Liu smiled and nodded, then turned and walked out with Zhang Mo under the gaze of the Third Elder and Zhang Qian'an.

"There are flowers or something on the invitation, but it's just a few words, is it necessary to keep reading it over and over again?"

Zhang Yecheng ignored the Third Elder's teasing. He gently stroked the names of Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling on the invitation, his heart and eyes filled with smiles.

"Third Elder, our little boy and girl are getting married, and I have to go back to prepare wedding gifts for them, so I'll take my leave now."

After he said that, he turned and left, passing by Zhang Sui'an who was standing at the door like a gust of wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"He is hundreds of years old, but he is so anxious and not steady at all. The children will laugh at him."

As soon as the Third Elder finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something, jumped up from the sofa, and slapped his forehead in regret.

"Oh no! I also need to prepare a wedding gift! I have to go to the treasure house and look around to see if there is anything I can give as a gift."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared in front of Zhang Qian'an and Zhang Sui'an.

Zhang Qian'an and Zhang Sui'an looked at each other and saw a deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

Before we knew it, the whole month of April has passed quietly. Good times are always short, just like the joy in the world, which is always fleeting.

Flowers bloom and fade, the moon waxes and wanes, and this is true of all beautiful things in the world.

Zhang Hanyan stood on the second-floor balcony, looking at the tall crabapple tree in silence. The crimson petals withered in the wind, like scenes from the past.

No matter how gorgeous and beautiful they were, they will eventually be blown away by the wind and disappear between heaven and earth.

Her eyes followed Zhang Qiling, who was tending to the flowers and plants in the garden, and her eyes were full of attachment and reluctance.

Her mind kept replaying the wonderful times they had spent together, and the thought of the impending separation made her feel a pang of pain.

[Host, are you really not going to reconsider this? Do you really want to stay in this world forever in the form of a soul? ]

The soft and sticky voice of the system suddenly appeared in his mind, which made Zhang Hanyan stunned for a moment.

It was the first time he had spoken to her since their last conversation.

[Well, don’t think about it. To me, the fairyland is just a cold fairy palace and long, boring and lonely days. What should I do when I go back?

Unless, after I return to the fairyland, I can come back here again, I will go back.]

[Sorry host, you have completed all the tasks in this world. After you go back, no matter what, it will be impossible for you to return to this world.]

[I know, so you don’t need to continue to persuade me, I will definitely not go back.]

【Host! 】

The little ball in Zhang Hanyan's sea of ​​consciousness was extremely anxious. In the past half month, he had tried every possible way, but he had not found a way to make Zhang Hanyan agree to return to the fairyland.

In the past half month, he had tried countless times to tell everything.

Every time he had this thought and wanted to speak, he could not make a sound.

He knew very well who was stopping him. Compared with them, his power was far too far away and too weak.

Those old guys didn't even have to make a move; just a slight lift of their fingers could scare him to death.

Master, what should I do? I can't save you, and I can't save myself. We are the master and the servant...

They are just insignificant pawns in the hands of those in power.

As night fell, Zhang Hanyan forced herself to stay awake, curled up in Zhang Qiling's arms, and tried her best not to fall asleep.

She knew very well in her heart that after closing her eyes this time, she would probably never wake up again.

"Brother..."

Zhang Hanyan whispered softly, she hugged Zhang Qiling's waist tightly, trying to engrave his face firmly in her heart with a deep gaze.

Zhang Qiling noticed her depressed mood. He turned to look at her, frowned slightly, and felt a deep worry in his heart.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

She lowered her head and eyes, hiding the tears that were gradually welling up in her eyes, and tried hard not to let them flow.

"No, I'm just a little tired, bro, I want to sleep..."

Bro, I'm leaving...

"Well, go to sleep. I'll be here with you."

Zhang Qiling gently stroked her long hair, patted her shoulders and back, and coaxed her to sleep.

Only when he heard her deep, shallow breathing did he gently pull his arm away, cover her with the quilt, open the door and walk out.