Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

Yin Xinyue's little thoughts were written all over her face. Her face was contorted with grief, as if the sky had fallen, and the atmosphere in the room reached a freezing point.

Wei Wuxian, like a little sun, skillfully uses his own self-sacrifice to melt away ice and warm others, speaking up...

"Cough cough~ Fengfeng~ You've almost made a hole in Zhang Qishan's heart by staring at you...↘"

Zhang Qishan didn't do it on purpose. He didn't scratch me either. Don't be angry, don't be angry~

Ahem..."

Hearing Wei Wuxian's words, which were punctuated by weak coughs, Feng Che barely suppressed his murderous intent and gave Zhang Qishan a cold snort.

She floated to Wei Wuxian's side, a little voice inside her, turned her back... stomped one foot... she was unhappy, and wanted Wei Wuxian to guess...

Feng Che stared down at the small fragrant flower in Wei Wuxian's hand, looking resentful but having no choice but to obey. His entire being exuded an aura of discontent that even his cloak couldn't conceal.

In fact, Feng Che's telepathic messages were filled with a playful yet smug tone.

"A-Xian, that bastard Zhang Qishan tried to hurt you just now? I only slashed him once, that's too lenient on him~↗"

Besides, that strike I just delivered was really hard; Zhang Qishan won't wake up for at least three days. That way, Miss Xinyue's "Northeast Husband Rescue Journey" will go more smoothly, and she'll have less to worry about her bedridden husband.

?(?`?′?)?”

"Actually, Xianxian isn't that fragile. Fengfeng, don't be so tense. We'll definitely get home safely~" Wei Wuxian replied obediently.

Wei Wuxian could sense that both the Little Leader and the members of the Ghost Spirit Sect were extremely concerned about his safety!

Even with His guarantee, I'm still afraid that I might have another moment of weakness or something unexpected might happen!

Wei Wuxian felt both heartwarmed and slightly troubled by this kind of love.

Although he doesn't feel a sense of belonging to this new world right now, without a major shock, Wei Wuxian wouldn't act like he's contemplating suicide; he's not a masochist.

?(???e???)∫?

Besides, he now has family and friends who care about him, and even goals to strive for; otherwise, he can't even imagine how boring a long life would be.

For their sake, Wei Wuxian must strive to live well and not let himself be like before, yielding to the wishes of treacherous villains.

He hurt the person who cared about him—his senior sister took a sword for him, and he died on the same day as her, filled with despair…

Although... that's the logic, Wei Wuxian still wanted to go back to Hidden Life and give up. He hadn't rested enough, and having lived a second life, he didn't want to "work" for Him now.

Because the chosen one has an obligation to drive the world forward, and their past life was not a good one, this life will be pretty much the same even if they are not their "unlucky eldest son"!

As long as people want to work, there will always be work to be done; as long as people want to work, there will always be work to be done!

(T^T)

I was exhausted in the end... so I'll just set it up as much as I can!

Now that Xianzai has seen through everything, she says: Because of her criminal record, her family is too nervous about her life. What should she do?

Not being able to indulge in carefree revelry anymore is such a sweet burden!

(￣y▽￣)~* Cover your mouth and snicker

Today is also a day for our newborn baby, who is growing up and gradually accepting happiness!

(The cost of growing up is just too high!!!)

More care ↗~ More love ↗(o^^o)?

After some minor hiccups, we finally got to today's main topic—a sharing session on "Zhang Qishan's Method of Recovering Blood".

"The little Qiongqi on Zhang Qishan's body is very uneasy. It's safe to say that his bloodline aura has been turbid ever since he returned from the mine. Can't you all smell it? I told you not to go, but you just wouldn't listen!↗"

Wei Wuxian immediately shifted his gaze away from the troublesome matter, his face flushing slightly from excitement. Feng Che sat quietly to the side, acting as a mere observer, seemingly annoyed and unwilling to participate in resolving the situation.

Otherwise, if the incense isn't refilled and Wei Wuxian talks too much, he might easily be overcome by the stench and burst into tears. Its effects can't be blocked by simply shutting down the five senses; you have to use magic to defeat magic!

"Sir, I worked with the Buddha and know he was forced into this situation. When I returned from the mine, I didn't detect anything unusual about his aura, and my blood didn't react either... um... I didn't smell anything either..."

Lieutenant Zhang successfully fell into the self-proof trap, only then realizing why Wei Wuxian had been carrying a red spider lily incense holder with him ever since he entered.

I initially thought it was to relieve motion sickness, but it turns out it was because the Buddha smelled so bad!!!

(??0?)?~

Wei Wuxian: No prize for guessing correctly. Also, you're not even that appealing; you're the culprit behind my motion sickness! ↗

"What? What? I can't smell it either, but this fragrance smells really good~" Yin Xinyue, the only ordinary Muggle present, asked sincerely.

"Ugh~ You Qilin, all of you are of the same bloodline, are bullying an outsider like me! You're all from the same lineage, of course those without blood ties can't smell it~"

"I'm the only one suffering in this whole room~↘" Wei Wuxian said weakly, slumped over the table, looking utterly pathetic.

A sharp glance from Feng Che startled him from his "I can't smell it either." Feng Che quickly replaced the incense stick and refilled it, helping Wei Wuxian catch his breath, thinking to himself:

"Poor Xianxian, hahaha... I can't tease him anymore, if I make the kid angry, he'll jump up and beat me up!"

For people who aren't very good at managing their facial expressions, having a mask is very important; otherwise, they'll burst out laughing as soon as they open their mouth to sing or make eye contact with someone.