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

"What are you shouting for? You're scaring Xiao Wu!" Feng Che watched the scene unfold calmly, seemingly oblivious to Yan Ling's swift pursuit.

With a calm and composed demeanor, she asked in a leisurely tone, "Is Ayan awake yet?"

She promised to teach me last night, and I've been practicing all night, but she still hasn't come! I was thinking of making her some dessert to thank her.

Seeing the attack from both sides, Qianheng was poised to pounce like a hungry tiger about to devour its prey, ready to strike.

He was also flexible, arms crossed, face full of defiance, like a defeated rooster, "surrendering."

Standing there, looking so innocent and harmless, it sent chills down my spine.

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Qianheng: If we keep hitting her, Yan Ling, with that face of the King of Hell, will expose all my dirty secrets in front of everyone. Wouldn't all this beating be for nothing?

That whip, which looked like a water snake, lashed me several times!

All the guns I modified became new accessories for the stock, which I gave to Yan Ling as necklaces; I lost them all.

It's okay, I still have more! Out with the old, in with the new. They're all from the same batch, so hurry up and put on the brakes, or you'll have taken this beating for nothing!

However, Yan Ling is magnanimous and focuses on the issue, not the person. She is still my heroic and good older sister. As for Feng Che, he is also a troublemaker!

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Feng Che was in the midst of great interest when he regretted not having learned the material the night before and letting his professional teacher go.

However, even though he was anxious, he didn't rashly barge into the young lady's boudoir. After all, even if there was an outer hall, this seemingly lecherous but genuinely innocent Feng Che...

After much deliberation, I still think it's inappropriate to sleep soundly on the first night in my new home; I should at least have some self-respect after a hangover!

I really felt bad disturbing Boss Yan's peaceful sleep, and besides, their pure and deep revolutionary camaraderie was something else entirely.

When they don't like each other, they really will fight. Who doesn't know who?

Feng Che: Who knows if Jin Yan has a bad temper when she wakes up? Why does she go out of her way to make herself unhappy?

Jin Yan: I'm exhausted after a long day, and I've had quite a bit to drink. It's so nice to relax and finally get some rest.

I have a ton of things to do tomorrow. If you dare come, I'll prick you up like a hedgehog so you can keep Aqi company! ↗

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Blind: ? Looks like there are still blind people I don't know about. I went to bed too early, and I feel like I missed a lot.

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Feng Che's shortcomings, revealed in practice, were like a sealed treasure, even though his grasp of the techniques was as clear as a mirror in his mind.

Unfortunately, he had nowhere to use his strength, making it difficult to achieve a smooth and seamless teamwork.

Like a mediocre actor who can only mechanically imitate movements but fails to grasp the essence or the spirit of the action, resulting in something neither fish nor fowl.

Occasionally, arms and legs would get tangled, after all, drawing arrays is far more difficult than dancing.

During a short stay at the Chenghong Mansion in Changsha, I was struck by Er Yuehong's graceful figure on stage. Pipi Xian even dragged Feng Che along to imitate her.

Hmm... how should I put it? Wei Wuxian's form is fairly well-proportioned; while not perfect, it's not bad either. He's a fairly decent copy.

Feng Che was a different story; he was still in the early stages of learning to walk, and his limbs were moving in unison.

Thus, he received a sharp critique from Er Yuehong, comparing his performance to Chen Pi's opera singing—whether it was accurate or not depended on fate! ↗

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Er Yuehong was also puzzled at the time, as Feng Che twisted and jumped around at will.

This never happens when I'm immersed in music and enjoying myself.

But since there wasn't much of a relationship, it naturally fizzled out and was simply taken over as a minor incident.

Anyway, when I envied my son in the Red Mansion, every day was like a new crop of chives, one after another, nothing special. In the end, it all came down to talent.

For example, Jin Yan's movements were graceful and ethereal, flowing like the wind. Every movement seemed to blend seamlessly with heaven and earth, gathering spiritual energy and creating arrays in one breath.

With the blessing of the Soul Form, his movements were light and precise, the drumbeats resounded, yet the sound remained fixed within the training ground, without leaking out in the slightest—a truly mysterious feat.

Feng Che understood the principle, but he lacked the necessary steps and groundwork, so his understanding was useless.

Beneath Jin Yan's feet, the dark drum surface seemed to transform into a chaotic mass, with countless strands of spiritual energy intertwining like silk threads.

It formed mysterious runes, powerful and elegant, clean and beautiful! ↗

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Dance and music should complement each other perfectly, but Feng Che's movements appeared unusually stiff, as if he were performing a shamanistic ritual, completely lacking any sense of harmony.

It falls far short of the standards and layout requirements of perfectionist Fengfengzi, so how could she not be anxious?

He utilizes his talent in music theory, especially his precise grasp of timing and rhythm.

Using the body as the source and sound as the guide to draw the array—this is undoubtedly a groundbreaking innovation even in the cultivation world!

There's a high chance he'll be labeled a heretic, someone who neglects their duties and goes against the Dao, and then he'll continue to keep A-Xian company~

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Moreover, the Ghost Spirit Sect members are currently cultivating diligently and are completely self-sufficient, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

In exploring areas where innovation is desired, besides one's own will and the precise, compass-like data and minor references provided by the little one, one must also consider the current situation.

The rest of the people were almost entirely groping their way forward in the dark.

If we were to express it with Wei Wuxian's excellent and optimistic attitude: Anyway, no one dares to say we're unconventional now!

"Let the bustling, sunny road pass by; I'm determined to go down this dark path!"

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The few remaining cultivators are now the writers; since some have chosen this scripture and this path, they can write however they want.

Although "it" was a bit troublesome, thankfully that "death warrant" was gone. Since there was still time and inspiration struck, why not go for it?

However, as a pioneer, Xianzai'er knows all too well how frustrating it is to run into obstacles everywhere!

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Hearing the sorrow in Feng Che's words, Yan Ling exchanged a glance with A Qi, who was waving hello, her face tense.

Her lips twitched involuntarily a few times, and she muttered to herself: She hadn't slept a wink all night, and now she was being blamed by Ayan.

So, she casually replied, "Ayan got up early and is organizing the data. She still needs to organize the intelligence she received later."

We will use the beauty of spring hibiscus as our eyes and ears, meticulously recording everything we know to create a book called "A Lament for the Fallen." We will need your help later.

"What does 'The Tragic Book of Brocade' describe? Is it a record of achievements or a list of names?"

As expected of the young prince with black glasses, his political acumen instantly reached its peak, and a flood of thoughts rushed into his mind.

This is tricky; a slight misstep could easily give them leverage against us!

A lament... an inscription on a tombstone... those are for the dead... or rather, a compilation. Having experienced social transformation and the collapse of regimes, this blind man understands it perfectly.

Knowing full well that the waters behind this are incredibly deep, the more I write, the more faults people will find; those who play politics are all cunning.

It's not that I don't trust Furong Chunse's abilities, but Xiaxia doesn't want to waste the time she finally has one.

If someone can cure eyesight without hiding their identity and act freely, it's understandable to have doubts when a high-risk, high-reward opportunity is ruined...

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