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

The atmosphere in the room fell into an unprecedented stagnation, making it hard to breathe, and every breath seemed to require all one's strength.

"Stars..."

Han Yan's voice came from behind the heavy curtains. The extremely soft and weak call instantly broke the silence in the room.

Jimo God averted his gaze, turned around and strode towards the bed. Looking at Han Yan who had already opened her eyes and woke up, he stretched out his hand and wanted to help her sit up.

Han Yan frowned and looked at Jimo Shenjun, then slightly side-glanced at the shadowy figures behind the curtain, and moved her arm silently to avoid his hand.

Jimo God watched her evasive movements, silently lowered his head, his shoulders drooped, and a faint sadness surged in his heart.

Xingchen jumped from Mo Qilin's arms, like an arrow shot from a bow, bypassed Jimo God, and leaped onto Hanyan's bed.

He stared straight into Han Yan's eyes, and after repeatedly making sure that she was really awake, he immediately rubbed her cheek with his furry head.

"Master, you finally woke up. You didn't know it, but when I saw you, you were covered in blood. I thought you were dead. I was almost scared to death."

Han Yan listened to Xingchen's complaining cries, and tried her best to endure the itch of his long hair brushing against her cheeks.

Jimo God saw that she was uncomfortable, so he reached out and picked up the excited Xingchen, keeping him away from Hanyan.

"What are you doing? Let me go! Master, look at him, he's grabbing me by the back of my neck again!"

Hanyan ignored Xingchen's crying, and with Chaoyan's help, she stood up and sat down, taking the tea that Chaoyan handed to her.

"Thank you."

She chuckled, drank the tea in one gulp, held the cup in her hand, and stroked the pattern on the cup with her fingertips bit by bit.

Jimo God watched her movements. They had been together day and night for many years, and he knew very well that this was a little movement she made when she was angry.

It seems casual, but in fact, her calmness now is already the moment of tranquility before the storm.

He pursed his lips lightly, his Adam's apple moving slightly, and immediately placed the struggling Xingchen gently on the bed, carefully observing her expression.

"Yan Yan, you..."

"God Lord!"

Han Yan looked up at Jimo Divine Lord, a storm gradually brewing in her eyes, and anger was suppressed in her clear voice.

"My relationship with the Lord of God is not yet good enough to call each other so affectionately."

Lord Jimo looked at her steadily. From the time he returned to the divine world to the time he met her, in his impression, she had always been tactful and rarely got angry.

But at this moment, her face was completely gloomy, her expression was tense, and her eyes were as cold as ice, as if she really wanted to draw a line between them and no longer wanted to have anything to do with him.

He took in the expression on her face, his eyes dimmed slightly, and there was a hint of self-mockery in them.

Yes, isn't the current result exactly what he wanted to see at the beginning? And now that he has seen it, what is he missing?

As long as they can draw a clear line between each other and there is no longer any connection between them, Heaven will not punish Han Yan for this matter.

But when this day really came, Jimo God felt waves of dull pain rising in his heart, as if endless bitterness was drowning him.

He took two steps back gently, away from Han Yan, and stood in the corner. His mind kept flashing back to their past intimacy. His heart felt like it was cut by a knife, and it was bleeding with pain.

Han Yan calmly glanced at Jimo Divine Lord who lowered his head, then slowly clenched his fists, telling himself over and over again in his heart...

Wake up and realize that the person in front of you is Jimo God, not Zhang Qiling.

She tried to calm herself down, looked away and looked at Xingchen who was lying on the quilt.

"Xingchen, do you have anything to say about you disguising yourself as the system? Also, do you know about the bet between Lord Haoyue and the others?"

Ignoring the fear on Xingchen's face, she grabbed him by the neck to prevent him from escaping.

"I...I said, I said, Master, this matter is...But, the gambling game you mentioned, I really don't know anything."

Xingchen explained the whole cause and effect to Hanyan in detail. No matter how Hanyan pressed him, he refused to admit it about the gambling.

Han Yan looked at his determined expression and thought, it seems like you really don't know, little thing, you don't even know you're being used.

"Forget it, I'll let you go for now. As for what you've been hiding from me for so long, I'll slowly deal with you when I get better."

"Ah? Don't want it anymore. Didn't I tell you everything? Master...how about...just forget it? Okay?"

"It depends on your performance."

Han Yan waved away the stars that kept getting closer and closer, and slightly moved her sore arms. The pain in her joints was so piercing that she frowned in pain.

"Don't move. You're seriously injured. Why are you moving around? This Xuanming Divine Lord is also very cruel. He even used the Interlocking Divine Chain."

Chaoyan held down Hanyan, who was moving around randomly, and carefully checked the wounds on her joints. She was relieved only after making sure that there was no further bleeding.

"Not only that, in order to catch me, he even used the Dragon Vein Locking Heaven Array."

Han Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, completely unaware of the suffocating murderous intent emanating from Jimo Divine Lord.

Chaoyan glanced casually at the seemingly calm Jimo God, recalling how he got along with Han Yan, with a faint smile on her lips.

Humph... You advised me to let go of the past, but now you've failed yourself. Tsk... You look so frustrated, even worse than I was back then.

While listening to Han Yan and Xing Chen talking, she silently complained about Jimo Divine Lord in her heart. The more she thought about it, the deeper the smile on her face.

When she looked at Jimo God again, their eyes met. Jimo God seemed to have seen through her thoughts and glanced at her coldly.

Chao Yan was not afraid of his gaze at all, and even dared to provoke him. She raised the end of her thin eyebrows, and her face was full of smugness that said, "If you have the guts, come and hit me."

"From what I heard from Xuanming Divine Lord, there should be more than just him and the Demon Lord involved in this matter. Jimo Divine Lord, in your impression, what kind of person is Haoyang Tianzun?"

Han Yan turned to look at Jimo Shenjun. No one in the room spoke anymore. Everyone was waiting for his answer.

“Since Haoyang Tianzun led everyone to seal the Demon Abyss tens of millions of years ago, he has been living in seclusion and is rarely seen.

My impression of him is okay. You ask this because you think Haoyang Tianzun was also involved in this matter?"

Jimo God stared at Han Yan, his eyes never leaving her face, as if he wanted to engrave her every frown and smile in his heart, forever.

"Well, how else can we explain those gods who disappeared for no reason? In these six realms, he should be the only one who has the ability to imprison them, right?"

Han Yan turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze, trying hard to ignore his scorching gaze.