I have become a treasure that everyone is looking for [Quick Transmigration]

The system kept spinning in circles anxiously in Cheng Xiezhi's mind, and Cheng Xiezhi's mind was a little dizzy from it, so he stretched himself: "What's wrong with you today?"

"Master, don't you really know what to ask?" The system finally stopped, holding its virtual face, and sighed, "I thought you were just joking, but I didn't expect..."

Unexpectedly, its host would attack Yan Lang so soon.And it didn't even realize when the host made the move.

"It's really just a joke. It's impossible for me to lock him up forever."

Cheng Xiezhi stood up and raised his hand to press the switch. The wall slid away silently. He took a lamp from the table and walked down the steps.

The dark steps are illuminated, and the slender and twisted shadow is reflected on the wall. When he walks, there are tinkling bells flickering, which can be heard clearly in the quiet underground palace.

——It was tied up by Yan Lang when he was a cat, because the rope was too long and wound several times, and later he turned into a human form, the red rope and golden bell were still firmly tied to his ankles, and even more It makes that inch of skin white.

Yan Lang heard the swaying sound of the golden bell in the extreme silence, and he knew that there would be no one else except Cheng Xie.

The locked door of the hall was pushed open, and then the wind suddenly poured in, blowing the nine lamps hanging from the floor in the hall to flicker on and off, and the veil fluttering.Cheng Xiezhi was wearing a white cloak that almost dragged the floor, and was holding a bronze candlestick in his hand. He stood at the gate of the palace, met Yan Lang's gaze, rolled his eyes happily, and said mockingly in his voice, "Your Majesty."

Cheng Xiezhi usually called Yan Lang by his name directly, and rarely used such a respectful address. Of course, it was difficult to hear any respect from his tone.

The young man stepped on the carpet slowly, his footsteps were silent, he sat down opposite Yan Lang, and looked at him carefully with his jaw propped up by the bright candlelight.

He stared at Yan Lang without saying a word, not knowing what he was looking at.

It was Yan Lang who spoke first to break the quiet atmosphere. He frowned and expressed his confusion to Cheng Xiezhi: "Xiezhi, what are you keeping me here for?"

Cheng Xiezhi stared at him for a while, and then bent his lips to answer Yan Lang: "I didn't do anything, didn't you want to lock me here? I want you to experience this feeling in advance."

He thought for a while, and picked out a suitable description: "I just act first."

When he said these words, the corners of his lips were still raised, but the elongated arc at the end of his eyes when he squinted showed a trace of coldness for no reason.

After hearing his words, Yan Lang frowned deeper, but then quickly let go, "Xiezhi, I didn't intend to do this to you."

"But you definitely had this kind of thought." Cheng Xiezhi's slender fingers stretched out from his sleeves, and a cold light flashed at the fingertips. It was a sharp blade that could cut gold and jade, thin and cold.

His smile quickly stopped, his half-down eyes fell on the sharp blade on his fingertips, his whole body was shrouded in the shadow of the lights, reminding Yan Lang of a sharp blade.

He heard Cheng Xiezhi's voice become as cold as the blade in his hand: "I don't like other people thinking about me. So it's a good thing you just think about it, if you really plan to do it—"

Cheng Xiezhi raised his head suddenly, a smile bloomed on his lips in an instant, ridicule and contempt, the blade of his fingertips flashed, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and in an instant, it touched Yan Lang's neck, and blood dripped out along the blade tumble.

"You're probably going to explain your grievances to Lord Yan."

The end of Cheng Xie's voice elongated briskly, with a bright smile, and he couldn't see the coldness just now, so he stopped the blade smoothly.

Facing the sharp blade stuck to his neck, Yan Lang never took his eyes off the smiling young man's face, nor did he show any panic, as if he didn't realize that he had just walked from the edge of life and death. .

At the moment Cheng Xiezhi pulled out the knife and closed his hand, he held Cheng Xiezhi's hand with his backhand, and pressed his palm along the edge of the knife, drawing a deep bloodstain, dripping a stream of blood on the table.Yan Lang frowned and grabbed Cheng Xiezhi's hand that he wanted to withdraw.

Cheng Xiezhi raised his eyebrows and looked at him without struggling.

Yan Lang stared closely at his eyes, and said word by word: "Xiezhi, I know you don't like this approach, so I never intend to put it into practice. I never deny that I have Some thoughts that should not be told to others, because my nature is like this - I wish I could trap you in a world forever, never see anyone else but me, wish I could only be seen in your eyes and heart forever, but I absolutely I don't want to hurt you at all!"

Cheng Xiezhi cut off his words with a smile: "Then who is this palace prepared for?"

Yan Lang was silent for a while, and then continued: "When I first started building this palace, I had some ideas in mind." He had just returned at that time, and hadn't calmed down from the news that Cheng Xiezhi had left without saying goodbye. When he almost lost his mind, he built such a palace. When he calmed down and stepped into the completed underground palace on the first day, Yan Lang immediately realized his problem.

"But then I never thought about doing that to you again."

In fact, this palace almost became Yan Lang's cage later.He once sat here for a whole day in front of Cheng Xiezhi's portrait.

It's not so much for Cheng Xiezhi, but for himself.

When the words of explanation reached his lips, they suddenly became pale and weak, and he could only utter a few dry words.

Yan Lang closed his eyes, and suddenly sighed: "It's my fault, Xie Zhi."

Cheng Xiezhi blinked, noncommittal about his first apology, and asked him, "How does it feel to be locked up here?"

Yan Lang smiled, "I know it's you, but I still..."

"...very happy."

"Then why don't you stay here for a few more days?" Cheng Xiezhi smiled slightly after hearing this, and put away the coldness on his face, his expression was as bright as before.

"You want to lock me up, but I'll lock you up. This matter is considered even." Cheng Xiezhi's tone was light, "I have always been a person who pays attention to rules and fairness, and I don't like to care too much."

Yan Lang: "Actually, I don't mind if you care a little bit more."

"Oh?" Cheng Xiezhi glanced at him, "The way I care about may be different from what you think. If I care more, I will probably break one of your legs."

Yan Lang laughed softly.

"Have you nothing else to ask me?"

Cheng Xiezhi looked at him puzzledly: "Do you think there should be something else?——Do you mean that painting?" Cheng Xiezhi suddenly realized, and said with a smile on his chin, "Actually, I guessed it before, but I I don’t want to ask anything—the future won’t be constant anyway.”

"And I like the feeling that the truth is revealed step by step. The future is actually very boring to me."

So you don't need to talk to me about these things.

——Cheng Xiezhi's expression made it clear.

"I will have someone dismantle this underground palace." Yan Lang thought for a moment, then said to Cheng Xiezhi.

"Actually, you don't have to." Cheng Xiezhi spread his hands, "After all, it was a palace built with a lot of manpower and material resources. Maybe it will be useful in the future."

"I actually like it here."

Cheng Xiezhi said with a smile.

System: I think you like being able to lock up Yanlang here.

It cursed from the bottom of its heart, lamenting its host's ability to change faces faster than flipping through a book, and looked at Yan Lang again, deeply feeling that someone who could fall in love with its host was not out of his mind.

The two people were confronting each other with daggers drawn at one second, and the next moment the atmosphere turned into spring rain.

It just seems like no one else has a way to plug it in yet.

After the unexpected "openness and honesty" ended, Cheng Xiezhi and Yan Lang's relationship unexpectedly became a little closer, and the number of mutual temptations that seemed to exist decreased a lot, and Cheng Xiezhi's life in the palace became more comfortable .

In addition, Yan Lang once again rejected the proposals from the ministers asking him to become a concubine as soon as possible, frowning and thinking about where the rumors that he wanted to become a queen and choose a concubine came from.

Cheng Xiezhi turned over a page of landscape travel notes and reminded him: "Didn't you summon the Minister of Rites a while ago?"

It was only then that Yan Lang remembered that because Nanzhao's envoy was about to enter Beijing, he summoned the Minister of Rites to inquire about related matters. Just thinking about the day Cheng Xiezhi asked him about his wish, he asked about the process after Juli. Hu, the rumors are getting bigger and bigger.

Yan Lang put the matter aside, knowing that if he didn't respond, the rumors would dissipate in a few days, and what he cared about was always the other thing - the upcoming envoy from Nanzhao.

"Xiezhi, are you going to Nanzhao?" Yan Lang rubbed the center of his brows, the word "National Guardian Divine Beast" has always worried him.

"Not interested." Cheng Xiezhi half leaned on the soft couch, and replied lazily, "You also give me the name of a guardian animal, and the people of Nanzhao have no reason to take me away."

"Besides, Nanzhao's guardian beast is a cat, so what does it have to do with me?" Cheng Xie picked up the cat that jumped into his arms, and poked its round face, "Is it? Yanyan? "

Yan Lang's hand holding the pen froze when he heard him call out that title.

The system whispered at this time: "Host, I suggest that you can actually go there."

"I have found out that there is a problem with Nanzhao's national vein, and only the power of the guardian beast can solve this problem. If we can solve Nanzhao's matter, at least half of Nanzhao's national fortune feedback can be obtained."

The system continued wording cautiously: "There is just one problem, because saving Guomai requires a high price, so you will die immediately in this world. In other words, you must leave this world immediately after saving Guomai."

"The feedback of national luck should be given to your next life after death, but you just left the world and did not really die. These luck will still be fed back to you."

"I think you can think about it, if you have no reason to want to stay in this world."

The author has something to say: [Sorry, because I have something to do today, so I'm a little late QAQ.

Ah Jin, it still collapses!

In addition, everyone must pay attention to the safety of using fire and electricity at home!Today, the downstairs of our house almost caught fire QAQ, we must pay attention! ! 】