Tomb Robber: Oops, I think I met a tomb robber.

"what?!"

Qiuyue let out a startled cry, loosened her hand, looked at him, and said in shock, "Little official, you didn't plan to go?"

"Ah."

A Kun hummed, which shocked Qiuyue.

What made Qiuyue even more confused was what A Kun said next.

"He's about to wake up. I'll take you to see him."

"Who? Who? Who's waking up?"

Qiuyue asked subconsciously, but A Kun had stopped talking. He hugged Qiuyue tightly for a while, then let go and stood up. Qiuyue looked at him blankly, then stood up and asked in confusion: "A Kun, who are you taking me to see?"

A Kun didn't say anything. The moment he turned around and looked over, his body, which was almost an adult, began to grow longer again. Qiuyue's eyes also slowly widened as he changed.

"Huh?!!!"

This was far more shocking than when he said he wouldn't go into the wild. Qiuyue was completely stunned. She looked at the familiar face in front of her and murmured, "Little brother? A-Kun? When did you regain your memory?"

A Kun shook his head and did not respond. Just when Qiuyue wanted to ask again, the scenery in front of her suddenly began to change drastically. Qiuyue watched in shock as everything around her began to disappear.

Yes, it really disappeared. Everything began to dissipate like the reflection in the water being broken up, or like bubbles being popped, revealing the true face of this place - a pitch-black space.

Qiuyue watched as the familiar room and everything in it turned into a dark space with nothing in it. Only the person in front of her was still standing in front of her. He looked at Qiuyue, and there seemed to be some emotions surging in his eyes, which Qiuyue could not understand.

"My little official..."

As soon as Qiuyue called him, he shifted his gaze slightly, moved his feet, turned sideways, and revealed something behind him.

Qiuyue couldn't help but look over there, but when she saw it, she froze in place.

Exactly the same face, eyes closed, slightly heaving chest, waist-length hair.

Long hair!!

Qiuyue instantly turned around to look at the person next to her. Seeing his familiar short hair, she was completely stunned.

"You, you are, brother? Not A-kun?"

Qiuyue asked subconsciously, and suddenly remembered something. She said with surprise in her eyes: "You, you are not A Kun, you are the kind of monster that can eat people's memories?!"

The man paused when he heard Qiuyue calling him like that. He lowered his eyes slightly and said "hmm" softly after a long time.

Boom!

Qiuyue felt her heart sink.

"How could that be? Aren't you A-Kun..."

Qiuyue looked at him and felt her mind was in a mess. On the one hand, she thought about the six years she had spent with him, and on the other hand, she thought about the situation with Hei Xia Zi. For a moment, her heart couldn't help but ache, and she felt extremely helpless.

The man looked at the helpless person in front of him, his eyes filled with soreness. He blinked and slowly walked towards Qiuyue.

When Qiuyue saw him coming, her heart trembled violently and she subconsciously wanted to run, but when she saw his pair of eyes that were so familiar, she stopped for some reason and stood there blankly waiting for him to come.

He came to Qiuyue and looked at her quietly, as if he was describing her face and wanted to engrave her in his heart.

Seeing him standing in front of her without saying a word, Qiuyue couldn't help but remember that he was doing the same thing a year ago, just looking at her quietly. She couldn't help but feel a dull pain in her heart.

He was just like the monster from Hei Xia Zi. He had never hurt her from the beginning to the end. However, if he was not destroyed, A Kun would not wake up...

Qiuyue's thoughts have always been easy to guess. He looked at the embarrassment, confusion and sadness on her face, and even without sensing her, he could understand what she was thinking. The taste of blood in his mouth became even stronger.

He slowly leaned over and held Qiuyue's hands. Qiuyue was startled. When she raised her head to look at him, something warm covered her lips. Before Qiuyue could react, she heard his gentle voice, which she had never heard before, saying, "Thank you, Yue'er. I am already very satisfied."

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The harsh sound of something piercing flesh made Qiuyue's brain go blank instantly. The boiling hot liquid instantly flowed all over her hands. Qiuyue trembled and wanted to lower her head to look, but he raised his hand to cover her eyes.

"Don't look..."

"My little official..."

Qiuyue's tears rolled down instantly. She subconsciously called him and wanted to pull her hands away, but his other hand held them tightly. He still nodded gently and responded to her as usual.

"Don't cry, your A-kun will wake up, he's fine."

That's not what I'm asking!

When Qiuyue wanted to speak, she found that she could no longer speak. The overwhelming sadness blocked her throat, and only tears as big as beans rolled down her face uncontrollably.

He seemed to have reached his limit. The hands that were covering Qiuyue's eyes began to slip, and the big hands that were holding Qiuyue's hands slowly loosened. Qiuyue watched him with tear-blurred eyes as he closed his eyes and fell down. What was stuck in his chest and heart was the small knife that she had conjured up that year.

Qiuyue subconsciously wanted to hold him back, but the blood on her hands made it impossible for her to hold his hand. She cried out in tears, "Little Officer!!!"

As a large amount of blood gushed out of his chest, there was movement behind Qiuyue. Qiuyue subconsciously turned around and saw A Kun sitting up. However, she did not feel any joy now. She was only filled with confusion and almost overwhelming sadness.

As soon as Kun opened his eyes, he saw Qiuyue helplessly holding up her blood-stained hands. His eyes froze, and when he saw the man lying on the ground, he was instantly startled. For the first time, he shouted in panic, "Yue'er, save him quickly! He's another Zhang Qiling!"

hum!

Qiuyue's head suddenly buzzed, but her body subconsciously squatted down, grabbed his hand and began to heal. Her eyes were dazed, and there was no other expression on her face. Only the tears as big as beans rolled down one by one and fell on him.

He is Zhang Qiling...

"Little official, little official, why did you ignore me for the past five years? Is it because you think I'm a living Qilin and are afraid of me?"

Qiuyue tugged at the sleeve of the person next to her and asked curiously. The person whose sleeve was pulled paused slightly, turned his head, and looked at her without saying a word. Qiuyue waited for a while but he didn't speak. She immediately became unhappy and muttered with a pout: "You're not replying to me again. Humph, I'll ignore you for five minutes!"

Qiuyue sullenly let go of his hand, stood up and walked away, ignoring him. The angry person was still looking at her quietly. Only after she left did the breeze cover his almost inaudible whisper.

"Because I'm afraid I won't be able to let go."

Qiuyue didn't know when she had healed the person in front of her. She vaguely saw herself pulling the knife out of his chest with her own hands, and saw herself covering his chest with both hands and madly inputting healing energy. When she gradually came to her senses, he had already opened his eyes and looked at her helplessly.

Ah Kun came over and hugged Qiuyue, who was in a trance. He looked at him with complicated eyes and said, "You, why bother?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "If I don't die, you won't live."

A Kun glanced down at Qiuyue, who was still shedding tears, his eyes filled with heartache. He lowered his head and placed his hand against her forehead, then gently stroked her back and whispered, "You have my memories, and you know about Yunyun and Yue'er. You can wait for Yunyun to figure it out. You don't need to die."

Zhang Qiling slowly closed his eyes: "As long as I'm not dead, you can't wake up, and Yue'er can't get out, so how can I tell Yunyun?"

Qiuyue heard the conversation between the two people just when she came back to her senses. She felt A Kun's comfort woodenly, without any emotion on her face. The blood on her hands had begun to coagulate, making it almost impossible for her to feel her hands.

She slowly turned her eyes to look at him, her heart numb and calm.

"Are you... Zhang Qiling?"

Qiuyue spoke slowly, her voice surprisingly hoarse. He opened his eyes at the sound, and seeing Qiuyue like this, he could no longer hide the pain in his eyes. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears on Qiuyue's face, but when he saw his own hands, which were also stained with blood, he retreated. He said with difficulty in his throat, "Yes, I am Zhang Qiling."

Hearing his confession, Qiuyue's last taut string in her head completely broke in an instant, and her originally numb emotions of collapse instantly erupted. She could no longer control herself and burst into tears. Her blood-stained hands beat him weakly and vented her anger. She shouted hysterically with questions filled with sadness and pain: "Why! Why! Why are you doing this! Why can't you tell me! Why can't you just say it! Why ah!!"

Zhang Qiling's eyes were also slightly red. He let Qiuyue hit him, his breathing trembling and almost unable to speak. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry..."

A gentle "I'm sorry" made Qiuyue cry even harder. She retched uncontrollably twice, crying and retching. A Kun patted her back distressedly and said, "Yue'er, don't cry, don't cry, it's okay."

Qiuyue couldn't control herself at all. She couldn't stop crying even though her voice was hoarse. The pain in her heart made her cry uncontrollably, her tears breaking.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were also a little misty. He took a few deep breaths and looked up at A Kun. A Kun pursed his lips. He looked down at Qiuyue who was crying hard, and finally let go of his hand. Zhang Qiling reached out and hugged Qiuyue, holding her and letting her bury in his arms. At this time, he didn't care about the blood on his hands, and held her tightly with both hands.

"Sorry, I was wrong."

Zhang Qiling apologized with a trembling voice. Qiuyue buried herself in his arms and cried, hitting and slapping him with her hands. Zhang Qiling took it all in silence, with tears in his eyes.

It was the only thing he could do.