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Chapter 304 Hei Xiazi's Little Princess 64

Yin Nanfeng saw that his mood was no longer gloomy, and there was a hint of smile on his face. The atmosphere seemed to become a little more relaxed, and the depression that had been shrouding the two of them for a long time seemed to be dispelled a little by this rare smile.

"Since the Jie family has guaranteed it, I am naturally not afraid." Yin Nanfeng raised her head slightly, her eyes revealing a bit of determination, as if as long as the Crescent Hotel supported her from behind, she would be fearless of any storm.

Zhang Rishan didn't say anything, but just looked at Yin Nanfeng quietly, with a hint of tenderness hidden in his deep eyes. After a moment of silence, Yin Nanfeng's eyes moved to Zhang Rishan's wrist.

"Two-ring bracelet, who can wear it?" Her voice was soft, as if she was talking to herself, or as if she was testing something. She saw the two-ring bracelet on Zhang Rishan's hand, which was shining softly under the light, as if it had some mysterious power.

Zhang Rishan looked down at the Erxiang Ring in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. He raised his head and looked into the distance, as if he was recalling something. After a long while, he slowly said: "This Erxiang Ring was handed over to me by the Buddha and his wife."

Yin Nanfeng was slightly startled. She naturally knew the deep meaning behind the two rings. Both people present knew that this was a token of love from Master Zhang Qishan and Yin Xinyue.

It was a beautiful expectation. He hoped that one day, if Zhang Rishan fell in love with a girl, he could put this two-ring ring on her wrist and have someone to accompany him.

A complex emotion surged in Yin Nanfeng's heart. She looked at Zhang Rishan silently, as if trying to see something from his face. And Zhang Rishan, looking at Yin Nanfeng's clear eyes, also had a ripple in his heart.

He shifted his gaze somewhat awkwardly.

Yin Nanfeng wanted to lower her head, as if lowering her head could hide her disappointment and escape from this frustrating reality. However, the stubbornness in her bones was like an invisible shackle that bound her tightly.

Finally, she resisted the urge to lower her head, and stubbornly raised her head and chest. Her back was straight, like a mountain standing proudly, unyielding.

"Old thing, sooner or later you will beg me to wear the Erxiang Ring." After saying this, Yin Nanfeng turned and left, her back was resolute and with a hint of unspeakable attachment. Zhang Rishan looked at the direction she left, with mixed feelings in his heart. The long years have left countless marks on him. To him, emotions are like precious but rare treasures that he dare not touch easily, luxurious and dangerous.

In a corner of Wushan, Hangzhou, the brother that Zhang Rishan cares about lives quietly. Life here is simple and comfortable. There is the brother, Wu Xie and Wang Pangzi, they play and fight, as if the mystery and danger surrounding them do not exist. Every day is either eating instant noodles or instant noodles, but even so, it is full of fun.

Occasionally, Brother would take out the black card and take Wu Xie and Wang Pangzi to Louwailou for a meal. Wu Xie and Wang Pangzi always thought about Brother's black card, saying that Brother would hide some private money. In fact, there is a heartwarming story behind this black card. It was secretly given to Brother by Gege. Every time Brother used this card to make a purchase, Xie Yuchen, who was far away, would receive the purchase information.

Wu Xie and Fatty Wang always couldn't help teasing the little brother: "Brother, do you have a huge treasury hidden in your black card? Otherwise, how can you always let us eat so well?" The little brother just smiled and said nothing.

The young man stood quietly in front of the window in the room. He knew in his heart that the agreed time was getting closer and closer.

That night, Brother barely slept, as his mind kept replaying all kinds of past scenes, the adventures he and Wu Xie had experienced together, the moments of life and death, playing in his memory like a movie. And now, the time of separation is approaching.

In the morning, he put some simple clothes and necessary items into his bag one by one, his movements calmly and firmly.

Then, he carefully took out the black card from his pocket. He didn't need this black card anymore, so he walked gently to Wu Xie's desk and placed the black card flat in the middle of the desk.

After a long time, the young man slowly raised his head and turned to look at this familiar room. Every item in the room seemed to have their shared memories, and the photos of their adventures hanging on the wall made him feel reluctant. But he knew that his mission was calling him and he could not stay.

He took a deep breath, turned around resolutely, took firm steps, and his figure passed through the hall of Wushanju.

When he stepped out of the gate of Wushanju, the morning sun shone on him, outlining his tall figure. He did not look back, but walked forward quietly, each step seemed to be in the long river of time. Soon, his figure disappeared at the end of the street, like a fallen leaf blending into the vast sea of ​​people, leaving no trace. Only the empty Wushanju was left, as if silently telling their past story, waiting for the next reunion.

Wu Xie was not sleeping peacefully at this moment, his brows were tightly knitted together, as if being pulled by invisible threads, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His breathing was rapid and disordered, and he uttered a few unclear mutterings from time to time, as if he was struggling with a terrifying existence in his dream.

In his dream, the deep ancient tomb was like a dormant beast, with countless pairs of green eyes flashing in the darkness, and sharp fangs shining coldly under the eerie light. Thick vines, like twisted arms, snaked out from the damp walls and tightly wrapped around his body, tightening it more and more, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The familiar bronze gate now exuded a cold and strange aura, as if it was hiding endless terrifying secrets and was slowly pressing towards him.

Suddenly, Wu Xie sat up from the bed, his eyes wide open, full of fear and panic, gasping for breath, as if he had just struggled back from the brink of death. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, like a war drum being hit by a heavy hammer. A strong sense of uneasiness surged into his heart like a tide, and he intuitively realized that something extremely bad was happening.

Wu Xie didn't have time to tidy up his messy hair or put on his slippers, and jumped off the bed barefoot. His steps were a little staggering, but he was extremely anxious. He hurriedly put on a coat and rushed out the door without even buttoning it. There was only one thought in his mind, which was to get to Xiao Ge's room as soon as possible.

He felt his breathing was particularly loud in the silent night, and his heart seemed to be jumping out of his throat. Finally, he came to the door of the young man's room, and with trembling hands, he pushed the door open with force...

"Bro"

"Come out quickly, stop joking," Wu Xie shouted in a crying voice.

Fatty was awakened by Wu Xie's actions and came to the little brother's room.

"Fatty, the little brother is missing"

Fatty rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked around the room, and found the black card on the table. He walked over, picked up the black card, and handed it to Wu Xie: "This card is still here, it looks like I want to leave it for you." Wu Xie took the black card, tears welling up in his eyes.

"We can't just sit there and wait." Fatty patted Wu Xie on the shoulder, "Maybe we can help Brother then." Wu Xie took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "That's right, let's get ready and go to Changbai Mountain."

The two began to pack up and prepare for the trip to Changbai Mountain. As Wu Xie packed, he recalled every little detail of his time with his brother, the days when they had been through life and death together, and his movements became more and more hurried.