Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

Upon hearing this answer, the master couldn't help but look in surprise at Zhang Xingxing who was drinking tea opposite him. He intervened in so many things but disappeared in the end, ran to him and told him the news, and he drank his tea in silence and could still say such sensible words.

"You have a connection with Buddha," the master said with emotion. Although this child is sometimes out of tune and does things in a weird way, it is undeniable that he is a "good person".

Zhang Xingxing spat out all the words after hearing this, and pointed at himself in disbelief: "Ahem...me?"

Is this the aftereffect of beating him last time? ? ! And he still wants her to believe in Buddhism? ? ! !

Oh my god, tonic, she doesn't want to be depended on by the stupid old man from the other side...

Thinking of this, Zhang Xingxing stood up, bowed to the east, and said devoutly: "God of Wealth, you are definitely the only god I respect the most. The heaven and earth are my witnesses, and the sun and the moon can testify to my heart!!! Don't listen to the instigation and gossip of other treacherous ministers..."

The master, who was suddenly labeled a "treacherous minister" and "sowing discord", listened to Zhang Xingxing's "nonsense" with a dark face. For a moment, he really wanted to tie him up overnight and throw him into the snowy mountains, leaving this unfortunate thing to fend for himself.

He was so angry that his face turned red. Finally, he took a deep breath and warned his master that his practice was not up to par. He silently picked up his sleeve and wiped off the few drops of tea that Zhang Xingxing had just sprayed on his head with.

"Haha, you think too much. You..." The master glanced at Zhang Xingxing who was doing something wrong with a bad look. The disdain in his tone was so obvious that it almost touched Zhang Xingxing's face.

Zhang Xingxing's head turned back quickly, and his two clear and bright eyes fell on the master's face. He just stared at him without saying a word.

The master swallowed his saliva, feeling weak on his back from being stared at by Zhang Xingxing.

"Hey! Provocation, old man. I tell you, this trick doesn't work on me... At best, we can call this a 'strategic partnership', understand? Not a cent more."

Zhang Xingxing sat back down lazily, "What you thought of is simply impossible now." She poured out the few drops of tea in the cup.

The water stains on the ground were like the sweat stains of the pale, hungry, and emaciated slaves she saw falling on the ground, like the blood drops falling on the ground when they were whipped, and like the tears of children who learned to be afraid at an age when they should not understand anything...

"What people here need is not gods or Buddhas. If we want them to live like human beings, we need to destroy it first, then break it down and rebuild it."

Zhang Xingxing's dark and deep eyes seemed to be burning with fire, which made people who looked at him shudder. The master's heart trembled, and he asked uncertainly: "Then, what kind of divine messenger did you deal with before?"

Zhang Xingxing smiled slightly, resting his hands on his chin, tilting his head towards the master: "Oh~ Are you talking about the things my brother and I did when we pretended to be God's messengers, blew up those notorious slave owners, and warned others that it was God's punishment, telling them not to send children anymore, saying that God likes old men?"

The master, who only knew a few facts and the miraculous deeds that had been revealed, opened his eyes wide when he heard Zhang Xingxing clearly talk about her previous actions for the first time. He stared at Zhang Xingxing in disbelief and then said with difficulty: "This, this is different from what you promised me at the time."

"Heh, Master." Zhang Xingxing sneered, as if he was mocking the naivety of the Master who had been in a high position for so long, and also as if he was mocking the absurd divine decrees she had uttered.

She recalled the absurd behavior of the frightened slaves after she thought she had blown up the culprit that day. She hadn't said anything, but all of them were kneeling on the ground in fear like animals, not even daring to raise their heads, shouting "divine punishment, divine punishment" and trying to offer sacrifices to appease the anger of the gods. Zhang Xingxing seemed to suddenly realize something.

She gently took up the girl who was pushed out by everyone, then pointed at the oldest man who came up with this idea, and said solemnly and coldly, "God, don't want her. It said it wants this."

As for what happened afterwards, she didn't care how it was reported in the end. She only remembered that the road back at night was very dark.

The little girl did not follow her, and the old man was pushed to the position of sacrifice.

When all Zhang Xingxing’s efforts were rewarded with only those numb looks, she knew that she could not cross the river or save these people.

"I can tell you that what you want can be accomplished in the place where the red star flashes. I alone cannot save this group of 'puppets' who have been controlled for almost a century."

"You are breaking your promise!"

When the master heard Zhang Xingxing say that she couldn't do it, a dark and obscure look appeared in his narrowed eyes, and the pressure from his angry expression seemed to make it hard for everyone to breathe.

Zhang Xingxing, who was being questioned, poured two cups of tea slowly and spoke leisurely.

"It's unfair. I promised you that I would solve it, and I have done it. I also told you about the solution and the future. When did I lie to you?"

After hearing this, the master said "future" twice and pondered it carefully. Could it be that Zhang Xingxing really came from the future? No wonder he always felt a strange feeling about this person. Sometimes he always felt that they seemed to know each other before, and seemed to have some grudges... And those supernatural events and locations that Zhang Xingxing asked him about, it seemed that everything had an answer.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked Zhang Xingxing excitedly: "When will this future come?"

When Zhang Xingxing saw the master who didn't care about her and seemed to have thought about a lot, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Sure enough, what Xie Jiu said was right. When talking to smart people, you often don’t need to say too much, because they will figure out everything that makes sense in their own minds.

So, Zhang Xingxing raised her eyebrows confidently and said, "The Buddha said: It cannot be said..." Seeing the master puffing his beard, glaring, and scratching his ears, Zhang Xingxing couldn't help but curling up the corners of her mouth. Sometimes it is really fun to be a riddle teller.

“But, Master, you can still see it.”

Zhang Xingxing stopped talking after she finished speaking and stretched out her hand to push the teacup over. The master looked at her with a complicated look, and finally sat down and drank the cup of tea after struggling for a long time. Zhang Xingxing knew that the matter was over, and in a good mood she told the master the main purpose of her visit today.

"Master, I am leaving now."