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

Seeing it start to put away, Qiuyue touched its little head again, and then said: "Then sister will go to bed first. If Jinshan and the others wake up early, remember to call sister, good night."

"Squeak!"

Xiao Fubao naturally agreed without any hesitation.

The faster it agrees, the faster my sister will feel relieved!

As for whether he would really have to wake her up at that time, Little Fubao wasn't worried at all, because he was absolutely certain that Zhang Jinshan and the others would never wake up on their own until the end of the unique world - they didn't want to waste every minute of the space.

【Good night, good night, sister, sleep wellヽ(^0^)ノ～】

Qiuyue hummed lightly, looked up at Zhang Jinshan and others who were still meditating, turned and walked towards the small room where they had slept before, while not forgetting to talk in the chat group.

???: Good night everyone~

Zhang Haiqing: Good night, baby.

Zhang Haike: Good night, A-Ling.

……

The second after Qiuyue said good night in the group, the originally quiet group suddenly started to pop up messages frantically. Qiuyue looked at their responses, nodded with relief, and then she was really ready to pack up and go to bed.

She has developed a habit in the past two days. Every day when she is about to do something, she will tell the group. This way, everyone will know what she is doing, and she can also confirm whether they are all okay. At least she can be sure that there will be no more situations like Zhang Jinshan and others - that really scared her to death.

Of course, she was not the one who called them first in the group every time. Usually, Zhang Hailou and others would also take the initiative to look for her. Although they always said that they missed her and wanted to come to her and complained about other people being incompetent, Qiuyue did not find it boring. On the contrary, she still liked listening to them say these things. She always felt as if she was watching them right next to them.

After lying on the soft bed, Qiuyue flipped through the previous chat records again, and chuckled from time to time at their accusations against each other. After reading them all again, she finally turned off the screen with satisfaction, closed her eyes peacefully, and began her sweet sleep today.

What Qiuyue didn't know was that when she was sending messages in the chat group and flipping through the chat records, the people she cared about were all looking at her. Their eyes were filled with tenderness and smiles, and they never took their eyes off her from beginning to end.

This is the scene they want to see most, and it is also the goal they are working so hard for.

She deserves to be so happy and peaceful.

At the same time, Zhang Qiling, who was rushing to the outside of Yunding Palace, was even more frozen. He looked at the person on the screen who was still smiling as gently and beautifully as in his memory. His Adam's apple rolled rapidly and uncontrollably, and there was a faint flash of bloodshot and mist in his eyes.

It’s great that she is still as happy and peaceful as when we first met, and is not sad or upset about what happened back then.

very nice……

"Chief, have you finished reading all the information?"

Zhang Haike, who was following beside him, suddenly asked. Zhang Qiling paused slightly, and the curve on the corner of his mouth disappeared. He looked up at him and hummed softly.

"Um…"

Hearing his response, Zhang Haike turned his head to look at the two giant octopuses on his shoulders, coughed lightly, and said hesitantly: "Chief, these two on my shoulders are Slaughter and Faceless. They are the culprits who almost killed you back then, but now they are on our side. So, see if you can, uh, try to talk to them and communicate..."

To be honest, Zhang Haike had not actually intended to say this, but because he was afraid that internal discord would arise due to these unresolved issues, he hesitated for a long time before speaking. While he was saying this, his eyes could not help but wander.

He knew what he was thinking in his heart. He wanted the clan leader to stop arguing with them and forgive them, so that everyone would be happy. But he also knew that it was selfish of him to think so, because it was not him who was almost killed, and he could not empathize with him. But he really did not want to allow internal discord to occur, which was an extremely fatal weakness for anyone in any camp or team.

When Zhang Haike said this, the other people who followed him immediately looked over and couldn't help but breathe lighter. Zhang Haixing even widened his eyes slightly and looked at his brother in disbelief.

No, why did you enter the minefield without permission?

The protagonists Tu Lu and Wu Mian looked at each other, made a gurgling sound, and then turned their eyes to Zhang Qiling.

Slaughter: This is indeed our fault, we will not escape. If you hate us, you can torture us to vent your anger, and you can chop us with your knife, but please don’t kill us, we still have things to do for our baby, we want to protect our baby.

Wumian: Although what we did back then was just following orders, it is true that we almost killed you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t forgive us, and it’s okay if you beat us or scold us. We don’t ask for your forgiveness, we just hope you can spare our lives. Even if we die, we have to die on the way to protecting our baby.

Tu Lu and Wu Mian were talking in the group chat, so when they finished speaking, Zhang Haiqing, Wu Xie and others, who had not originally paid attention here, almost immediately turned their small screens to look here, and their hearts were a little nervous.

Don't think that this is just a simple apology. If it is not handled properly, it will be difficult and troublesome to get along with each other in the future.

Zhang Qiling looked at the two sentences on the screen, then looked at the two "giant octopuses" that were trying to stand up on Zhang Haike's shoulders with their tentacles. He rubbed them slightly with his fingers, but did not speak.

Does he hate them?

hatred.

He hated them for forcing her to get into trouble in order to save him, hated them for separating him from her for hundreds of years, hated them for ruining his childhood which could have been very happy, hated everything they did, he hated them so much.

But, does he want to kill them?

To be honest, he had thought about it at first, but after he finished reading all the information, he no longer had that idea.

They are now on our side and no longer work for the enemy. If we really want to kill them, it will only waste their unique ability to control pollution. This is a huge loss and will not bring any benefit except making him feel better.

not to mention……

Zhang Qiling looked at them again and pursed his lips slightly.

They had already died for her once, and now her blood was still flowing in their bodies, so he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Back then, they did so under orders, but now they have been completely transformed and are no longer the subordinates and lackeys of that terrifying enemy. Even if he kills them, he cannot cause any damage to the enemy, so why should he waste his energy?

Killing them is just a way to vent his anger, but if he keeps them, they can do a lot for his side, and he can even have two more people to protect her. This is a good deal, as long as he lets go of the grudge. But can he really let go?

Zhang Qiling's silence didn't last too long, but the people present and those watching through the small screen all tensed up. They looked at him with bated breath, their heartbeats slightly quickening.

Zhang Qiling, what will you do?

Tu Lu and Wu Mian were watching Zhang Qiling from beginning to end. They did not retreat at all. Instead, they raised their tentacles more and more, and moved their bodies closer to Zhang Qiling, waiting for him to make a move at any time - they were ready to be beaten and killed.

When Zhang Qiling raised his hand, everyone became nervous instantly, staring at his hand intently, their breathing slightly rapid.

Is he really going to do it? Is he going to kill them both? If he really wants to kill them both, then they can only stop him. Slaughter and Faceless cannot die!

However, what no one expected was that Zhang Qiling raised his hand not to take out his black gold ancient knife, but stretched out his hand to Tu Lu and Wu Mian, and hit them on the head one by one. Only two popping sounds were heard, and Tu Lu and Wu Mian were bounced off Zhang Haike's shoulders by the explosion on their heads. They bounced directly onto the tomb wall with a pop. Their originally round bodies were flattened in an instant, and they looked like a pancake stuck to the wall, like a slime hit by the wall.

All this happened so fast that no one was prepared for it. After playing two songs, Zhang Qiling slowly put down his hands and did not make any other moves, which made everyone stunned for a moment.

Is this the end?

Tu Lu and Wu Mian, who were bounced onto the tomb wall, were also stunned. Although the pain in their heads was sharp, it was nothing compared to being cut or stabbed by a knife. This made them very shocked and puzzled.

Aren't you going to kill them with a knife? What's the point of just smashing one of their heads? Are you going to let them go so easily?

"Keep it."

Zhang Qiling's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it was clear and loud in this cemetery. Everyone present took a deep breath and understood what Zhang Qiling meant.

He had made his choice! He would keep both of them alive, allowing them to continue working for his side.

Zhang Haike stared at Zhang Qiling and couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart.

Although this was what he expected in his heart, when this scene really appeared, he still inevitably felt shocked and touched.

He was actually willing to suppress his hatred and shake hands with the enemy who once wanted to kill him and make peace with him.

If it were him, he wouldn't be able to do this. At least he would beat up Tu Lu and Wu Mian a few times to vent his anger, instead of simply blowing their heads off.