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

Han Yan heard the sound and turned around. Zhang Qiling, who was under the eaves, was tense, his face flashing with excitement, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

The scene before her made her speechless instantly. At that moment, her thoughts seemed to be drained away, leaving only a blank mind and a stiff body, unable to react.

"Brother, why are you......"

Before he could finish his words, she was already tightly embraced by him. His body was trembling slightly, and the joy in his heart was like the waves of the ocean, one after another, unable to calm down.

He gently closed his eyes, trying hard to hold back the bitterness in his heart. With a slight tremor in his voice, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Yan Yan...I miss you so much..."

Zhang Qiling's voice was cold and gentle, like the gurgling of water, slowly flowing through the heart that had been dried up by cold smoke for thousands of years.

"Little brother, when did you come back?"

"Last winter, on the first day of the twelfth lunar month, your birthday."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He slowly let go of Han Yan, looked into her bright eyes, and asked solemnly.

"The first day of the twelfth lunar month is her birthday. What about you? When is your birthday?"

"The first day of the twelfth lunar month."

Han Yan said that she had a faint smile, and this smile was like ink depicting snow, like spring breeze blowing on winter snow, and the warm shadow of the sun, and her whole body was glowing.

Zhang Qiling stared at her, and his eyes, which were as deep as the night, suddenly became clear and transparent, as if the haze that shrouded his eyes had been completely dispelled in an instant.

He was slightly startled after hearing what she said, and then a smile appeared in his eyes, exuding a gentleness and tenderness that he himself was not even aware of.

Han Yan lowered her head and smiled, she took the initiative to hug him, his arms were as safe as a harbor, she leaned on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling unprecedented peace of mind.

"Brother, where is the master?"

"Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. He drank and played finger-guessing games with Wu Xie and Fatty. He got drunk and fell asleep."

"Then I'll go see him."

"it is good."

Zhang Qiling and Han Yan held hands and walked side by side into a messy living room. Wu Xie, Fatty and Zhang Yecheng were lying on the table, snoring.

Han Yan looked at the three of them and chuckled. She turned to look at Zhang Qiling beside her and for the first time, she felt that her heart, which had been empty for tens of millions of years, was instantly filled.

"It's good to be home."

"Well, it's good to be home."

The setting sun shone obliquely, and the dim sunlight illuminated their faces. They looked at each other tacitly, smiled slightly, and understood each other tacitly.

It was late at night. Zhang Qiling settled Wu Xie, Fatty and Zhang Yecheng in the room. Han Yan cleaned up the leftovers on the table and put the garbage together.

"Brother, aren't they awake yet?"

"No, I'm all drunk. I guess I won't wake up until tomorrow."

"Well, I'll take out the trash then."

Just as Han Yan was about to bend down to pick up the garbage bag, Zhang Qiling grabbed her hands and pulled her up. She was caught off guard and he held her in his arms once again.

His arms were like hard steel, holding her tightly, not allowing her the slightest chance to resist.

He forcefully grasped her hand and interlocked their fingers, as if to entangle their destinies forever.

"Yan Yan, it's late, it's time to rest. I still have a lot to say to you."

"Well, let's go get some rest."

Han Yan hugged Zhang Qiling, and with a thought, the next moment, they went from the living room on the first floor to the bedroom on the second floor.

Zhang Qiling pulled Han Yan to sit beside the bed and looked at her gently, his gaze lingering, invisibly depicting her eyebrows and eyes.

"Yan Yan, why did you come back suddenly? Did Chao Yan teach you the formation to travel through the small world?"

“Well, the formation was taught by Chao Yan, but my return was not sudden. After that great battle, Haoyang Tianzun’s cultivation was gone and he was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.

He is an immortal golden body. We wanted to kill him to avenge you, but it was impossible. However, I killed him in the end. His soul was shattered and he could no longer do evil in the world. "

As Han Yan spoke, her eyes became bright and cheerful, full of complacent cunning, like the summer sun, dazzling and scorching.

"How did you kill him? Are you injured? Did you come back here because you killed him?"

Zhang Qiling's eyebrows were filled with anxiety. He looked at Han Yan steadily, his eyes slightly red, and his words were a little incoherent.

"I'm fine, really."

Han Yan held Zhang Qiling's arm with a soothing smile on her face.

“After Mo Yuan died, his magic sword was left on the battlefield. Lord Haoyue said that the magic sword could destroy heaven and earth, kill gods and demons.

However, as time goes by, sword practitioners who can unleash the magic sword's maximum power are almost extinct in the world.

I got the magic sword and stayed with it every day, improving my own skills. Finally, I was able to fully control the magic sword and unleash its greatest power.

After I killed Haoyang Tianzun with the magic sword, I traveled through mountains and rivers every day, imitating Chao Yan's search for Xuanxiao Shenjun, trying to find a trace of your soul.

I have spent tens of millions of years, but have not been able to find any trace of you. I am tired and don't want to walk anymore. I just want to go home and take a look.

So, I found Chao Yan and asked her to teach me how to travel through the small world. After countless failures, I finally came back here. "

Han Yan looked up and met Zhang Qiling's gaze. His eyes never left her face, as if he wanted to engrave her every frown and smile in his heart, forever.

"Yan Yan, your face, this is obviously your own body, why do you want to change it into her appearance?"

"I'm afraid that Master won't recognize me."

Han Yan raised her hand and touched her cheek, smiling adorably.

"Ah."

Zhang Qiling looked at her with self-amusement, a playful smile flashed across his eyes, and his gaze slowly became hot, like two dancing sparks.

When he met her gaze, her eyelashes trembled slightly and her cheeks flushed slightly. There was a doting smile on his lips, and the affection in his eyes was not concealed at all, as turbulent as the sea.

Han Yan looked through his eyes and saw a sea, a peaceful world, and a clear reflection of herself.

She smiled gently, her eyes were clear and bright, with a hint of smile in them, and the starlight seemed to blend into her eyes.

"Brother..."

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything. The next second, he leaned over, his thin lips slightly cold, and kissed the corner of Han Yan's lips carefully.

The moment he was about to leave, Han Yan gently covered his lips and tasted them lightly. At that moment, he seemed to have turned into a stone, but his breath was extremely hot.

The roses outside the window are in full bloom, and a breeze blows by, scattering petals all over the ground.