Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

"Eat it, it's no big deal."

Zhang Qianjun tossed his headband, looking quite dashing.

His master waited in the mountains for decades, remaining a virgin until his death. Needless to say, for a Taoist priest, abstinence is fundamental. Whether he takes medicine or not makes no difference.

Zhang Haiyan's eyes gleamed with cunning as he raised his hand in agreement: "I agree too."

This drug might be a bit of an insult to a man's dignity, but he's not the only one on this pirate ship, so what is he afraid of? Besides, it sounds quite interesting, doesn't it?

He's used to being willful and reckless; things can be dangerous, but they can't be boring.

Zhang Haike frowned, sighed softly, and seemed to have resigned himself to his fate.

Zhang Haiqi was the only one present who was completely bewildered. "Wait, what are you guys talking about?"

"Come here, godmother, let me explain."

After Zhang Haiyan explained things in a few words, the Zhang family woman, who was over a hundred years old, stopped smoking and looked around at the three of them several times before exclaiming in surprise.

"Damn! You guys are serious? They're all serious too? They're actually willing to take this kind of drug?"

"They haven't even started dating yet, and they're already talking about chastity?"

"How could the Zhang family produce such an extreme romantic?"

Zhang Haiqi took a deep breath, feeling her worldview being reshaped. After finally accepting it, she clapped her hands and exclaimed, "I admire you! You guys are truly invincible this time. I never thought you would have a fall."

Zhang Haike, Zhang Haiyan, and Zhang Qianjun: ......

For a moment, it was unclear whether Zhang Haiqi's words were a compliment or an insult.

However, the matter was settled.

Of course, we still have to eat. Didn't you see that the clan leader, who has never spoken in the group before, sent a message saying "I want a bottle" for the first time ever?

Since the clan chief had set an example first, they naturally had to follow his lead.

This is similar to the barrel effect, which means that the amount of water a barrel made of multiple wooden blocks can hold is not determined by the longest plank, but by the shortest plank.

In other words, they can choose to eat more or less, but if they choose not to eat, without Shen Mingchao saying anything, they will become the target of everyone else's attacks, and the result will be elimination.

The confession session among the four members of the Zhang family has now come to an end.

But they never expected that there was another person in the Zhang family who had the same idea as them and even took action first.

Yin Nanfeng's business trip came earlier than expected.

When the message came in, Shen Mingchao was grooming San San, watching a Harry Potter movie on her iPad, and a bunch of delicious food was on its way. She was in a good mood. After looking at the message and remaining silent for a while, she still decided to go to the appointment.

There are two main reasons for this.

First, she had a good impression of Yin Nanfeng, or rather, she admired a female boss who could handle things on her own and was efficient, especially since she was a beautiful female boss.

Regardless of the other party's intentions, she was willing to give Yin Nanfeng face and treat him as a friend.

Even if Yin Nanfeng really came at the request of Zhang Rishan and the others, she didn't care that much.

This was the second reason she nodded in agreement.

She had previously harbored prejudice and had declined Zhang Rishan's invitations three times. Later, after many grievances were settled, she promised Zhang Rishan that she would not refuse his invitation again next time.

She doesn't like breaking her promises.

It's just a meeting, she's not so timid or ashamed to be seen by others.

The message was sent out just moments before Yin Nanfeng sent back an address.

It is a large theater in her city.

Time flew by, and the appointed day arrived.

Since we're keeping an appointment, we can't be too perfunctory.

Shen Mingchao wore light makeup, her smooth hair was half down and half up, with a floral tassel hair accessory at the back of her head, and she wore a beige modern Chinese-style dress.

The skirt has a beautiful drape; it flutters gently in the wind, like a layer of translucent cloud.

Standing there, she exuded an elegant and refined aura.

She had originally planned to take a taxi herself, but Yin Nanfeng offered to pick her up. She hesitated for a moment before sending a "okay" message.

I've already agreed to the appointment, so why be afraid of taking a bus?

The fault wasn't hers, so why should she be so worried?

As Shen Mingchao's thoughts drifted away, the roar of a car approached. She looked up and saw a black luxury car parked quietly by the roadside, its body lines cold and smooth, its paint so bright it was dazzling.

She recognized the car at a glance.

It was one of the four cars that went from Beijing to Yucun last time.

It was also Zhang Rishan's private car.

Did this guy come to pick me up in his own car?

The idea was immediately dismissed by Shen Mingchao. "Impossible," he said, "Zhang Rishan still has a leg injury."

Back in Yucun, she had asked Huo Daofu out of curiosity if Zhang Rishan's injury was serious.

At the time, Hordorff said with a serious face, "It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, but that's under normal circumstances. His injury will take at least six months to recover."

"Oh? It's that serious." Shen Mingchao was a little surprised. At that time, she didn't know she had the ability to treat him. She only thought that Zhang Rishan's leg injury was serious and he would definitely need to rest, so she rarely bothered him.

It has only been two months since she left Yucun, and she remembers that she has hardly touched the other person. Even if Zhang Rishan, as a member of the Zhang family, has terrifying recovery ability, he still cannot drive.

Could it be someone else from the Crescent Hotel?

In a flash, a person appeared in Shen Mingchao's mind.

After the driver got out of the car, she looked at the person who came over and opened the back door for her, and thought to herself that she was right after all.

The driver was indeed an acquaintance.

It's just a little different from what I remembered.

"You really dyed your hair."

Shen Mingchao muttered something under his breath.

Most of the things she said during her last confrontation with Xie Yuchen were just angry words, and she didn't expect them to be taken seriously.

So she didn't rush to get on the bus. Her gaze was unconsciously drawn to the man's unique hair color, and she couldn't help but take a second look.

If it were a normal hair color, it wouldn't matter.

Heaven knows, Luo Que actually dyed his feathers white!

With the sunlight shining on it like that, it's practically a giant walking light bulb; it's impossible not to notice it.

She hadn't known Luo Que for very long, and after spending time with him, she only felt that he was a bit cold and quiet, not good at communicating with people, and even less inclined to initiate conversations.

But this doesn't mean that the person is introverted and boring; on the contrary, in some small ways, they reveal a rebellious and wicked side.

For example, she likes to wear earrings and has dyed her hair silver.

Shen Mingchao's gaze was undisguised.

Luo Que felt that the gaze was more scorching than the sun, and his cheeks were burning. He felt as if he had been burned, so he took a step back and awkwardly scratched his hair, his words stammering.

"Is it... strange?"