Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The sound of "click-clack" kept coming.

After his outburst, Shen Mingchao started eating an apple.

Zhang Qilin glanced at it.

The girl's cheeks bulged slightly, forming a small arc that was particularly noticeable from his angle.

It looks like a greedy hamster.

If he remembers correctly, this should be the third one.

Every time Shen Mingchao finished eating one, he would take one out of his pocket and hand it to him.

The two worked together seamlessly; he would give it to Shen Mingchao, and Shen Mingchao would eat it, showing that he trusted him a lot.

At this moment, Zhang Qilin understood somewhat why Wu Xie had fed him back then.

Watching someone devour the food you feed them gives them a strange sense of satisfaction.

Especially since the person was smiling, the surrounding air seemed to be filled with a sweet fragrance.

"Idol, tell me (chewing) who invented apples (chewing)? Why are they so delicious (chewing)?"

Seeing that the third apple had turned into a core, Zhang Qilin reached out and handed over the fourth one.

However, Shen Mingchao waved his hand and refused him.

"I'm done eating, I've had enough. You can have the rest."

Zhang Qiyu's eyelashes drooped slightly, and a hint of disappointment, which he himself did not notice, flashed across his eyes.

He turned around and put all the remaining apples from his pocket into the small basket he usually used to hold mushrooms.

Watching Zhang Qilan's actions, Shen Mingchao asked, "Aren't you going to eat it? The apple is quite sweet."

Zhang Qiyu shook his head slightly, but did not offer any further explanation.

Again.

Zhang Qiyu's version: Guess the meaning from the actions.

Shen Mingchao placed his index finger on the side of his nose, his thumb on his chin, and curled up the remaining three fingers, as if deep in thought.

On the surface, shaking one's head means: I'm not eating anymore.

But we can't judge things by appearances alone.

She guessed that Zhang Qilin meant he had already eaten some, so he didn't want to eat any more now. Or perhaps he felt there weren't many apples left, so he wanted to save them for later.

Yep.

As expected of a big shot, they understand the sustainability of resources and plan ahead.

Shen Mingchao looked at Zhang Qilin with eyes full of admiration, nodding and clapping his hands in admiration.

Zhang Qilin saw everything. Shen Mingchao's expression changed rapidly, and it was unclear what he was imagining.

He didn't want to investigate further; judging from the other party's final expression, it shouldn't be anything bad.

"By the way, idol, where did you pick these apples from?"

Shen Mingchao was so overwhelmed by the apple when he first woke up that he only realized his mistake after eating it.

Previously, there were only mushrooms available, and even when she asked Zhang Qilin if there were any other foods, the answer was always no.

Undeterred, she went out to search as well, and aside from that forbidden area, she found that the area inside the bronze gate was indeed desolate.

It's strange that fresh apples have suddenly appeared. There are hardly any buds outside, so it's impossible for an apple tree to suddenly grow. There's only one possibility.

Shen Mingchao suddenly rushed in front of Zhang Qilin and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

"You didn't end up in the ultimate realm again, did you?"

"Don't tell me you didn't go; these apples can only be found in that area."

"It's only been a day, and you're so badly injured, why aren't you resting? You still insist on going to work?"

"The working conditions are so bad, and they don't even pay you, why are you working so hard?"

As a normal person, Shen Mingchao couldn't understand it at all. She didn't remember Shen Mingyue saying that Zhang Qiling had a natural working-class physique.

Zhang Qilin was somewhat taken aback by the girl's sudden change in attitude.

For some reason, the girl who was just moments ago full of happiness suddenly became like a cat with its fur standing on end, rattling off a whole bunch of things to herself.

However, his attention was not on what the other person was saying.

The girl had just woken up, and her long hair looked very fluffy, with a strand of bangs sticking up abruptly, swaying up and down because of her movements.

He stared at the ahoge (cowlick) in a daze.

This "little grass" swayed in the wind, with an alluring quality that made one want to flatten it.

Following his heart, he raised his hand and placed it on the girl's soft hair. He used his fingers as a comb, weaving and entwining strands of hair between his fingers, and even the unruly hair became docile.

Zhang Qilin's eyes flickered; the scene in his eyes was far more than that.

In the video, his actions went even further, not only burying all five fingers deep inside but also forcefully pressing the person down. Strands of the other person's sweat-dampened hair fell onto his face due to the momentum, and feeling they were in the way, he used his other hand to brush the hair aside…

While Zhang Qiyu was immersed in his illusions, Shen Mingchao outside didn't dare to breathe.

A sentence inexplicably came to mind.

An immortal touched my head and bestowed upon me longevity.

During this time, all the noise suddenly faded away.

When that unfamiliar, kind palm landed, Shen Mingchao could no longer utter a single word.

She quietly raised her eyes to look at Zhang Qiyu, and their eyes met.

His already deep gaze became even more profound.

Shen Mingchao felt as if that gaze had transformed into a tangible pressure, weighing heavily on her.

"you......"

That single word was like a needle puncturing a balloon.

The illusion before my eyes collapsed instantly.

Zhang Qilin finally came to his senses.

The oppressive feeling disappeared, and Shen Mingchao breathed a small sigh of relief. He touched his heart and sat down on the stone bench in a daze.

After a brief silence, Zhang Qilin looked at Shen Mingchao again and spoke the truth.

"It must have been your bracelet that made the difference; they didn't attack me."

"Those apples were brought by them too."

Shen Mingchao heard this and just kept nodding.

"That's good, that's good, as long as it's useful."

Zhang Qilin's gaze just now was terrifying, and Shen Mingchao is still feeling lingering fear.

She had previously wondered if Zhang Qilin disliked physical contact with her.

In retrospect, perhaps she was overthinking things.

She strongly suspected that Zhang Qiyu was simply shy around strangers.

Even after becoming familiar with each other, they become so aggressive.

Thinking this, Shen Mingchao gripped the edge of the stool with both hands and silently moved himself outward little by little.

Zhang Qilin naturally noticed Shen Mingchao's subtle actions.

He roughly knew that his appearance had frightened the other person, and he wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Comforting people is not his forte.

Just as Shen Mingchao had moved about ten feet away, he finally spoke, uttering the words that Shen Mingchao had been waiting for for a long time.

"The Ming Dynasty... the gates are about to open."

time -

It was the harsh sound of stool legs dragging on the floor.