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

There was a light dancing in Jimo God's eyes, filled with undisguised joy, which was particularly dazzling in the dark night.

Yanyan...I finally found you.

He stared at the person standing in front of him. Although she looked completely different from the one he knew, it did not affect the joy in his heart and eyes at all.

Han Yan looked at Jimo God in confusion, who suddenly looked delighted. She was slightly stunned, then waved her hand and put all the waiting girls into her mustard bag.

"I still have to send these girls home to reunite with their families, Lord Shen, so I'll take my leave now."

She turned around and was about to leave. Jimo God looked at her back as she turned and left, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to catch her as she left.

His hand touched her sleeves that were as smooth as flowing clouds, and the coldness brushed across his fingertips, causing his excited heart to calm.

He remembered the iron law set by heaven, and slowly withdrew his hand under Mo Qilin's puzzled gaze, his eyes full of reluctance and nostalgia.

God cannot be moved.

Smoke...

His eyes were as tender as water, staring straight at her back as she disappeared around the corner. The deep affection in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest, and was as turbulent as the sea.

"Master, is she the old friend you mentioned?"

Mo Qilin has followed Jimo God for tens of thousands of years. He knows exactly who his friends are. Among those few friends, Han Yan has never been one.

The only explanation he could think of was that Han Yan was someone Jimo Divine Lord met when he went to the mortal world to experience tribulation.

Lord Jimo did not respond to Mo Qilin. He thought of the traces of demons he had just seen in the backyard of the brothel, and his brows turned cold.

The basement was filled with torture instruments dripping with blood. The rescued girls were all taken away by Han Yan. The clue of the matter that Emperor Fengdu asked him to investigate was cut off.

Mo Qilin looked at the silent Jimo God and was about to ask again, but before he could open his mouth, Jimo God suddenly disappeared in front of him to chase after Han Yan who had already left.

"Master, wait for me!"

When Jimo God found Hanyan, it was on a mountain where thousands of peach blossoms were in full bloom.

The mountains and hills are full of peach blossoms in full bloom, in clusters and clumps, like clouds and brocade. When the breeze blows, the pink petals flutter in the sky, like a pink flower rain.

The women rescued by Han Yan stood together in a neat row, looking at the small mounds of earth in front of them and crying silently.

The basement was filled with bloody torture instruments, each of which appeared in Jimo God's mind one by one.

He looked at the dozens of small mounds without tombstones, and the many women who, even though they were covered in wounds, were still supporting each other.

Facing everything in front of him, his cold eyes made people shudder and feel unpredictable.

Mo Qilin silently accompanied Jimo God. The tacit understanding they had gained from years of getting along made him aware of Jimo God's anger at the first moment.

"Well, they have been buried and their souls have returned to the underworld. There is no need to worry too much. Your injuries are too severe. I will treat your injuries first, and then send you home."

As Han Yan spoke, he took out a few low-level healing pills and gave one to each woman. After seeing them eat them without hesitation, a small smile appeared on his serious face.

"Master, you obviously have high-level elixirs, why don't you just give them the high-level elixirs? It will instantly make all their injuries healed."

"They are all mortals. High-level elixirs will make them too weak to be replenished and they will explode and die directly."

After Han Yan handed a high-level pill to the only demon woman, she looked at Xingchen who was looking up at her, her eyes full of helplessness.

"So you've been walking with me for such a long time, and you really haven't made any progress at all? You don't even understand something so simple?"

"Why don't I understand? I know it very well, okay? I'm just too lazy to think about it. I'm the descendant of the Qingqiu Nine-tailed Fox, how could I not understand?"

Xingchen shook his head and loudly refuted her. When he talked about Qingqiu, his face was full of tsundere expression, and he looked so cute.

Han Yan held him in her arms with a smile, gently stroking his soft fur. Xingchen closed his eyes in enjoyment, curled up quietly in her arms, letting her knead him into shape.

Jimo God stared at her intently, his pair of dark eyes were brighter and more dazzling than the stars in the sky, his thin lips were slightly raised, with a faint smile, and a hint of love was revealed in his eyes.

"Master, what are you laughing at?"

As soon as Mo Qilin arrived beside Jimo God, he saw a faint smile on his face.

He followed the gaze of Jimo God and saw the fluttering and jumping stars at a glance. He was chasing a butterfly, jumping up and down in the rain of flowers.

Master, why are you looking at this white fox? It's so small, not majestic at all. I can crush it into pulp with one foot.

"I'm from Qingxi Village. I have parents and a younger sister at home."

"I'm from Bailu City. My family is a businessman, selling silk fabrics, perfumes, and cosmetics. There are only me and my mother."

"My family is from Yuquan City, not far from Bailu City. My father is the governor of the city."

"And me, and me..."

The girls chattered and couldn't wait to tell Hanyan their addresses one by one. Their eagerness to go home was evident in their words.

"Okay, I've memorized it all. What about you? What's your name? The demon tribe is huge. I'll send you there."

Han Yan looked at the demon girl who had not spoken a word. She waited for a long time but did not get her answer.

“I have no home. I was born and raised by the land, without a father or a mother. Now that my injuries have healed, it is only a matter of time before I can recover.

Don't worry about me. I like this peach forest very much. I'll just stay here. If you need me to do anything in the future, you can let your little fox come to me."

Han Yan looked at the open-minded and free-spirited demon girl in front of him, thought for a moment, and gave her a Huiyuan Pill that could help her recover her cultivation.

"Thank you, Asagao, my name."

"Han Yan, I'm going to take them away first. You should be careful and don't get captured by the demons again."

She put all the girls into a mustard bag and disappeared from Chao Yan's sight with the stars.

After Han Yan left, Chao Yan glanced at the location of Jimo God casually, brushed his blood-stained sleeves, and sat down on the stone leisurely.

"You've been standing behind the tree for so long, but did you hear what you wanted to hear? She's gone far away. Just ask whatever you want to ask."

Jimo God walked towards Chao Yan calmly. As he walked, the expression on his face remained calm and indifferent, without a single ripple.

The black Qilin followed behind him, his tall and majestic body exuding an attitude of looking down on all living beings.