Completely opposite to his character, Zhang Qiling's lips were fiery when they touched Lin Ruoyan.
Lin Ruoyan did not hide away. She somehow felt a hidden sadness and panic from her little brother's actions.
What happened? How many memories did she lose after entering the bronze door?
Why did the little brother suddenly become like this?
He stopped, breathing rapidly, and hugged her tightly again.
"Don't be afraid of me." He said in her ear.
"You are already...already my wife."
Lin Ruoyan was shaken by these words.
Already his wife? What's the meaning?
Could it be that the Zhang Qiling she knew was penetrated?
Lin Ruoyan, who was sitting on top of him, felt something different underneath him and couldn't sit still for a moment.
"Brother, how did we first meet?" Lin Ruoyan wanted to stand up awkwardly, but he held her firmly on his lap.
How did he become so strong that he couldn't break free?
"The Medog Lama Temple in Tibet in 1991."
Zhang Qiling explained the time and place in great detail.
It's him.
"Let me get up first, okay?" In the darkness, Lin Ruoyan came close to his cheek and kissed him tentatively.
Then he smelled the smell of blood and frowned, "Are you injured?"
Zhang Qiling let go of his hands. This was the first time that Lin Ruoyan took the initiative to get close to him with clear awareness. he.
"I'm fine, you..."
"Brother, let's make a deal. If no one forgets the other after we go back this time, let's talk about what happens next. Okay?"
Both of them have some problems with their brain memory, so the rest will be left to God's will.
This is not the right space to talk about this now.
Zhang Qiling was silent.
He thought that fortunately they still had a long time, and he could only tell himself again, there is no rush.
God...he will definitely not forget this memory.
"Okay."
The two stood up and looked for the ancient sword and bronze bell that fell on the steps.
The flashlight lights up to dispel the darkness, both of which are a little uncomfortable with each other's state.
They straightened their clothes.
Zhang Qiling tried to hold Lin Ruoyan's hand, but she held his hand in return.
"Brother, let's go out first and treat the injury on your forehead."
He probably injured his head when he fell down the steps.
The space on the steps was narrow and dark, so the wound could only be treated in the spacious room below.
The stone leading to the sixth floorThe door opened, the lights outside were still on, and Zhang Haiqi and the other three were still waiting for them on this floor.
"I just said that the patriarch is a fanatic. How fierce is this?" Zhang Haiyan murmured to himself.
The two people behind the stone door were in a miserable state. Zhang Qiling had wounds on his head and lips, and his forehead hair was wet and stuck to his forehead.
Under the scattered collar, tattoos are clearly visible, and the scratches on the neck are already scabbed.
The person next to him was not much better, with sideburns sticking to his cheeks, a peach-like face, gleaming eyes, and red marks on his exposed skin under the black collar.
Tsk, tsk, this clan leader was forced to do this. He was beaten by a little girl and was injured like this?
Even Zhang Haiqi and Zhang Qianjun on the side did not expect that they would appear in such a situation again.
The three people's eyes were fixed on the two of them for a moment.
Zhang Qiling followed their gazes and looked at Lin Ruoyan, and found that the red mark on her neck had not gone away yet, and her face turned red again.
He stretched out his hand to tighten her slightly loose collar, and met Lin Ruoyan's puzzled gaze.
"My clothes are a little worn."
Lin Ruoyan nodded, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with what he said.
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Looking at the three people opposite, it turned out that their eyes were wrong, so she quickly let go of her hand.
......How to explain that this is just a literal meaning.
"Chief, you are finally down. We have been hungry all day."
Zhang Haiyan opened his mouth. The three of them had been sitting here waiting for them for more than a day and did not dare to Move around.
I was still wondering if something happened above, but I didn’t expect that the patriarch was hiding upstairs and was actually immersed in the gentle countryside.
"The injury has healed, no problem."
Part of Lin Ruoyan's blood entered his body, and he found that not only his strength had increased significantly, but also his wounds that had been difficult to heal before , and now the healing speed is also extremely fast.
Seeing that she wanted to take out something to help him deal with the wound, he squeezed her hand as a reminder.
Lin Ruoyan looked at the wound on his forehead and saw that the blood had indeed dried up, so he didn't force it anymore.
"Hello, Madam Patriarch!" Zhang Qianjun stood up and approached, making a Taoist salute gesture.
"I'll go!" Lin Ruoyan was startled by this sudden statement and leaned towards Zhang Qiling.
What the hell?
Seeing this, Zhang Qiling couldn't help but curve the corners of her mouth, and put her hands around her waist.
"I am not the patriarch's wife." It was the first time I heard the patriarch's wife being called, and I felt extremely ashamed.
Is this the old stubbornness of the Zhang family?
"Let's go." Zhang Qiling scannedA glance at Zhang Haiqi revealed that her hair had completely returned to black and her condition had improved. The poison should have been completely resolved.
He now wants to finish what he needs to do quickly and go back.
Zhang Haiyan saw a faint smile on the patriarch's indifferent expression and left with the woman.
I went to see Zhang Qianjun again, secretly scolding this boy who usually pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, but he will do what he likes in front of the clan leader.
"Son, learn from it. You are just a bag of chaff for an embroidered pillow. You are shiny on the outside but not shiny on the inside."
Zhang Haiqi followed, and when passing by Zhang Haiyan, he shook his head.
This child worships the patriarch, and always does things that make the patriarch unhappy. I don’t know if all the cleverness he usually displays is just his mouth.
The fifth floor is filled with various famous antiques collected by the Zhang family. Lin Ruoyan had no such impression when he came up.
Now that I have reached this level, I can’t help but be stunned. The Zhang family really has a deep family heritage.
That’s why I usually look so poor.
Zhang Qiling stopped on this floor and said to the three people following him.
"You go down first."
The three of them had no objection, but Zhang Haiyan muttered that the clan leader was probably planning to do something shameful again.
Zhang Haiqi squeezed his flesh hard and finally closed his mouth.
Seeing that the three people were gone, he spoke to Lin Ruoyan on the side.
"Take whatever you like."
Zhang Qiling held her hand and walked around the treasure shelves in each room, letting Lin Ruoyan choose what she liked and put it in space.
He even found a shark bead inside.
"Wear this and you won't be afraid of water." He took out the bracelet from the box and put it on Lin Ruoyan's wrist.
This is a silver ring set with shark beads. As the beads rotate, a moon-blue light flashes through them.
"It's a pity that I don't have anything to give you."
Lin Ruoyan was also very happy after receiving the gift from her brother, but she didn't have anything to give back at the moment.
"You have given me the best gift." Zhang Qiling looked back and stared at her.
There are so many things on this floor. In addition to the corridors of the rooms that are full of things, each room also contains different collections.
Zhang Qiling took her to find a dark room filled with calligraphy and paintings.
Most of the time she couldn't understand how valuable calligraphy and paintings were, until the little brother handed her a long-colored jade box and motioned for her to put it away.
This jade box looks very precious at first glance, and it should have the function of storing and protecting the contents inside.
She opened it and looked through it carefully. There were scrawled cursive scripts and smeared writing on them.
She happened to be very familiar with this calligraphy and had tried to copy it before.
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