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

Outside the bamboo hut, the chirping of insects was soft and delicate. The evening breeze carried the unique fresh scent and coolness of the mountain vegetation, gently brushing past the few plain paper lanterns hanging under the eaves, casting dim, swaying shadows onto the three people sitting on the ground.

The campfire crackled in the stone pit in the center of the courtyard, its leaping flames licking at the copper kettle placed above it.

The spout spouted out a cloud of white steam, which swirled in the surrounding air and blurred the outlines of the distant, layered mountains.

The crisp aroma of wine mingled with the delicate fragrance of freshly brewed mountain tea, spreading in the cool night breeze and creating a comforting and warm atmosphere!

Wei Wuxian said, "...That's the situation, but the specifics will depend on the circumstances..."

In his unique way of crafting what could be considered the pinnacle of "nonsense literature," he carefully considered and, somewhat procrastinated, finished explaining the reasons for his recent gloomy mood.

Through a cryptic and circuitous narrative, Xiao Xingchen and Xue Chengmei finally pieced together the cause and effect of the events.

Xiao Xingchen's refined face held a mixture of understanding and a barely perceptible worry. He nodded slightly, his gentle gaze falling on the leaping flames.

Xue Chengmei, meanwhile, rested her chin on one hand, while the other unconsciously stroked the rim of her wine glass. A cryptic smile played on her lips, and her eyes, illuminated by the firelight, appeared exceptionally deep, as if she were lost in thought.

Wei Wuxian sat cross-legged with ease, one leg casually bent while the other was naturally straight. His arms rested comfortably on his knees.

He held a delicate jade wine cup in his hand, taking small sips now and then, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.

At this moment, everything is about to settle down, just like the countdown to the painting of mountains and seas, gradually drawing to a close.

Wei Wuxian had already handled all the aftermath meticulously, entrusting the arrangements to Xiao Xingchen and Xue Chengmei.

Even the 05 assistant in his mind, which had been operating at high intensity for days and was almost "overloaded," finally got a moment's respite and completely fell into a standby state of silence...

Wei Wuxian watched all this with satisfaction, a faint smile playing on his lips.

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After several days of buffering since Wei Wuxian prepared to confess, her emotions have gradually calmed down.

Like a mountain stream, though silent, it subtly carried away his taut nerves and turbulent emotions.

"Come on, bottoms up!" Pipi Xian raised his glass, his clear voice breaking the brief silence.

"Who cares about tomorrow's worries and troubles? Tonight, with wine and friends, how wonderful it is!"

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Xiao Xingchen smiled gently and said, "Indeed, fine wine, fine tea, and a beautiful night." He raised his cup in greeting, his movements fluid and graceful, carrying his usual cool and composed demeanor.

Xue Chengmei chuckled, then tilted her head back and drank the contents of her cup in one gulp. The spicy liquid slid down her throat, bringing a touch of warmth.

He put down his cup, his gaze sweeping over Wei Wuxian's languid yet bright eyes, then over Xiao Xingchen's profile, which appeared exceptionally gentle and serene in the firelight, before finally settling on the boundless, deep night that had swallowed up the starlight.

Cherish.

precious.

value.

These three words had never surfaced so clearly in the minds of the three of them.

A century has passed without words; a tacit understanding flows in the aroma of wine and tea.

They chatted about everything under the sun, recounting trivial tales of the martial world or strange and unusual plants found in the mountains and fields, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter that startled the night birds roosting in the woods.

Every clinking of glasses, every casual joke, every expression vividly illuminated by the firelight, was magnified infinitely in the quiet mountain night, carrying an almost luxurious warmth...

Everyone knew perfectly well that the time spent chatting around the fire, drinking wine and brewing tea, was one they didn't know when they would meet again.

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This unspoken thought weighed heavily on his heart, yet no one dared to voice it.

The wine in that glass seemed to have gained a richer flavor, and was also tinged with an indescribable bittersweetness, a tinge of parting...