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

Zhang Qishan looked at the adjutant who walked in alone, frowning, "Where are they? Aren't they coming?"

When the adjutant thought of what Zhang Hanyan asked him to convey, a bitter look appeared on his face.

"No, the Saint Lady is not coming. She said...she told Lord Buddha and our people to avoid hanging around her and the clan leader. If they make her angry, they should take the clan leader away and make sure Lord Buddha can't find them.

She also said that we just need to inform them before the action begins, but before that, let us get as far away as possible! "

Zhang Qishan stood up suddenly, his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, making a clattering sound.

"Okay, that's really good. Let them be arrogant for a while. When I get what I want, I will... tear them into pieces!"

The rage burning in his heart seemed to want to burn him to ashes. If he hadn't been concerned about what he wanted, he would have rushed over to kill Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling right now.

The adjutant quietly stepped aside, not daring to say a word. He didn't dare to offend anyone on either side, so in this situation, he could only remain silent.

In the next few months, Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling traveled around the territory under Zhang Qishan's jurisdiction and lived a very relaxing and comfortable life.

In early spring, the weeping willows by the river are arranged neatly, and the newly sprouted branches and leaves are cool as new, sparkling with charming luster.

Walking along the waterfront, the air is fresh, and looking around, you can see lush green everywhere. Willow branches sway gently in the wind, and are reflected in the water, making you feel like you have walked into a beautiful landscape painting.

Zhang Hanyan gently stroked the green branches of the willow tree and smiled, "Before I knew it, it's spring again."

Zhang Qiling looked at the old lady sitting by the water weaving a hat with willow branches. He followed her example, broke off some willow branches, weaved a hat, and put it on Zhang Hanyan's head.

She touched the hat on her head, walked to the water's edge and looked down at her reflection in the water.

"Brother, does it look good?"

She turned around unexpectedly and saw Zhang Qiling was very close to her, as if he wanted to imprison her.

Her gaze moved upwards, and their eyes met in mid-air. At that moment, the air around them seemed to stagnate. His eyes were dark and his voice was a little hoarse.

"nice."

Zhang Qiling's face was so close to her, and during this long, quiet eye contact, she couldn't help but hold her breath, with her fingertips slightly curled up.

"Ahem... Patriarch, Saint, excuse me for interrupting you. The Buddha asked me to inform you two that everything is ready and we can set off."

The adjutant clenched his fists nervously and stayed away from Zhang Hanyan, fearing that he would anger her and be stabbed to death by her sword.

Zhang Hanyan quickly left Zhang Qiling's side and stopped only when she was some distance away from him.

"Okay, got it. We'll go back and pack our things and then go over there. You can go back now."

She looked at the rippling water and felt her heart beating irregularly, as if swaying with the waves. When she spoke, there was a hint of panic in her voice.

She stood with her back to Zhang Qiling. He couldn't see the suspicious blush on her face, but he could hear her panic from her voice.

This slight panic made Zhang Qiling's black eyes sparkle, and the warm sunlight shining through the gaps in the clouds seemed to be eclipsed.

The adjutant observed the expressions on the two men's faces calmly, his thin lips curled up, revealing a faint smile.

"Then I will go back first. Please hurry up, Chief and Saint. Our convoy is ready to go and we are waiting for you."

Zhang Hanyan calmed her disordered breathing and tried her best to look normal.

She turned and looked at Zhang Qiling, "Brother, let's go and pack our things."

Zhang Qiling saw through her pretended calmness at a glance. He suppressed his smile and said calmly, "Okay."

As the two walked back side by side, Zhang Hanyan's eyes wandered around restlessly, but she didn't dare to look at Zhang Qiling. Whenever she thought of the scene just now, she felt a little embarrassed and a little uneasy.

"Brother, I'm going to go back to my room to pack my things, and we'll meet at the door later."

"it is good."

Zhang Hanyan threw most of her things into the space, leaving only a few light clothes in her backpack.

As soon as she walked down the stairs, she saw Zhang Qiling standing at the door waiting for her. He stood there quietly. He was very conspicuous in the crowd, like a meteor shining through the sparse trees or the moon moving against the clouds.

"Brother! Let's go."

As soon as she walked to his side, he naturally took the light backpack from her hand and put it on his back.

"Brother, I can take it myself. It's not heavy."

Zhang Qiling dodged sideways, avoiding her outstretched hand.

"I'll take it. Let's go."

He walked away, leaving Zhang Hanyan no room to refuse.

When the two arrived, the adjutant trotted over to pick them up, "Patriarch, Saint, I'll take you to the car in front."

A long convoy of trains was lined up in an orderly manner. Zhang Qishan was sitting in the front car, and the adjutant led them to the second car.

After Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling got on the car, the convoy set off slowly. After leaving the city, the speed became faster and faster, heading straight for Siguniang Mountain where the code of the ancient building was hidden.

[Host, when you see the Qianli Lock, don't say you can open it, otherwise it will disrupt the plot.]

Oh... do you think I'm a fool? Even if I could open it, I wouldn't open it. I just wouldn't let Zhang Qishan get what he wants.

[Okay, if that's the case, then I'm relieved. As long as it doesn't ruin the plot, you can play however you want. ]

Zhang Hanyan thought of the hole in the void of the main system and the system's attitude of giving up, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

The convoy moved forward slowly. Zhang Qiling looked at Zhang Hanyan who was dozing with her head drooped. He leaned back slightly and slowly moved his shoulder closer to her head.

Time passed quietly, Zhang Hanyan leaned on Zhang Qiling and slept soundly.

"We're here! Everybody get out of the car and set up the tent!"

Zhang Hanyan was awakened by the loud voices of the people from the Nine Gates, and in a daze she found herself leaning on Zhang Qiling's shoulder.

This discovery woke her up instantly, and she sat up straight in a flash.

"Brother, I'm sorry, that... I didn't mean it. Don't worry, I promise I won't sleep on you again next time."

Zhang Qiling looked at her serious assurance and felt a slight displeasure in his heart.

"Oh, I see."

He lowered his head silently, his brows furrowed, his expression became increasingly heavy, and even his shoulders drooped.

After getting off the bus, he walked away from the crowd and to a deserted place alone, looking at the mountains and sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Hanyan...you really don't understand?