Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Um? ? ? ?

Zhang Haixia truly made a stunning statement when he was silent, controlling the entire scene with just two words.

The crowd had a variety of expressions, like an overturned palette, but they all had the same thought: What kind of nonsense is this guy spouting?

"Hey—" Wang Can was the first to speak. He took a step forward, his expression as if he had swallowed a fly, his eyes fixed on Zhang Haixia, gritting his teeth: "Isn't it inappropriate for you to make this kind of joke at a time like this?"

That's what he said, but he knew that Zhang Haixia was an extremely rational and reliable person who would never make such an absurd joke at such a crucial moment.

That's why he was absolutely furious.

After all this time, even they only had a boyfriend in name only. Now they're expected to just watch Shen Mingchao kiss someone else?!

Does this sound like a word?

That damn Wu Xie, why couldn't he have died somewhere far away? What was the meaning of calling his wife for help? Doesn't he have many brothers who would risk their lives for him? Are they all dead?

Also, why Zhang Qiyu?

Could it be that Zhang Haixia hasn't completely severed ties with his past and is deliberately helping his own clan leader?

The more Wang Can thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

Noticing the others present, he frowned and whispered, "Are you hiding something?"

Zhang Haixia lowered his eyelashes, avoiding eye contact with Wang Can; in this respect, he did indeed have some selfish motives.

In fact, apart from him and Wang Can, everyone else could help Shen Mingchao activate his abilities.

However, it cannot be denied that the clan leader has the strongest overall quality among all the members and provides the most energy, which can ensure the stability and security of the teleportation to the greatest extent.

Of course, this is just his consideration.

Thinking of this, Zhang Haixia looked up at Shen Mingchao, who was staring at her incredulously, smiled slightly, and leaned down to whisper in her ear:

"He's the safest choice, but anyone else is fine too; it's up to you."

You can even choose not to select it.

In his eyes, the girl's wishes outweighed a thousand others.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao suppressed his surprise and involuntarily murmured, "Are you really serious?"

The moment she asked the question, she already knew the answer in her heart. She might doubt what others said, but Zhang Haixia would never lie to her.

But the conditions for triggering this teleportation are too...

Should she go to her relatives?

Is there anything more outrageous than this?

It really does.

Because a kiss on the cheek isn't enough; it has to be a real kiss on the lips.

Zhang Haixia whispered the words in her ear, and before she could react, the speaker blushed, like a ripe peach on a branch, looking even more shy and awkward than she did.

Shen Mingchao didn't show it on his face, but he was going crazy inside.

Wu Xie, whom we haven't seen in a long time, is suddenly on the verge of death. To teleport and save someone, he has to kiss someone.

No, is she some kind of demon that sucks people's life force?

Can someone tell her, what exactly is going on here?!

Suddenly, a deep male voice sounded from behind.

"Ming Dynasty".

The chaotic and turbulent thoughts came to an end.

Amidst his flustered thoughts, Shen Mingchao suddenly turned around, his gaze passing through the scattered figures in front of him and landing on the man bathed in soft light under the corridor.

Skillful.

The man noticed her gaze and looked up at her.

The surrounding noise faded away at that moment, and the two looked at each other across the distance. Compared to the other's composure, she was so hesitant.

How could she possibly explain something so absurd? She believed Zhang Haixia wouldn't lie, but how could anyone else believe her?

After several hesitations, the courage to gradually retreat emerged.

Just as she was beginning to consider leaving, the person in the corridor gave her a silent answer first.

Zhang Qiyu nodded slightly.

She received tacit approval before she even asked.

My feelings at that moment were a mix of emotions.

I'm a little angry, and a little helpless.

She was angry at the other party's indulgence without asking why, but how could she bear to truly be angry with them in the face of such indulgence?

With things having come to this point, she followed her heart and took the first step.

It's not just about saving lives.

Deep down, she had a feeling that this was something she should do, something she should take back.

It wouldn't hurt to give this first step a try.

Step by step, each step more resolute than the last.

But halfway there, they were suddenly stopped.

"Ming Dynasty!" A person gripped her forearm tightly. Although the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, she didn't feel any force. Instead, she could feel a clear tremor in his hand.

"The Ming Dynasty, this...this..."

Zhang Haike hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He really wanted to light a cigarette and sigh: "I've lived for over a hundred years, and I've never seen anything like this before."

Are you going to stop me?

The girl asked him this question.

He didn't know how to answer.

Whether or not she saves the person, it's a matter between her and the clan leader. What right does he have to interfere?

But then a figure flashed before her eyes, and a familiar fragrance wafted past her nose, causing her body to react before her reason could.

He held her tightly, unwilling to let go.

Even though he knew he shouldn't openly compete with the clan leader for the person, he just wouldn't let go.

"Let go." A calm and pleasant female voice entered his ears, and the next second his hand was easily freed.

He instinctively took a step forward, but a force gripped his shoulder tightly, forcing him to stand still.

"Sea Traveler".

So many years have passed, and Zhang Haiyan, who used to be the most eccentric, has now become calmer, especially in critical moments.

Although he was extremely surprised by this situation, he was not so averse to it. It was just a kiss; neither of them would lose anything. Moreover, if the clan leader could take the position, it would be beneficial to them. As for who was superior, it would depend on the woman's wishes.

What surprised him even more was the generosity of this "boyfriend." Giving up his girlfriend to play matchmaker for another man—did this guy have some kind of weird fetish?

Do you enjoy being cuckolded?

"You're really ruthless," he exclaimed, then added sarcastically, "To be honest, I think you should dye your hair green."

After he finished speaking, no one responded.

The man's gaze remained fixed on what was behind him, unmoved by his words.

It seems they weren't as generous as they thought.

He snorted inwardly and turned around as well.

I happened to see a man and a woman, one sitting with their head tilted back, the other standing with their head down. Under the wisteria blossoms, they were a handsome couple, the atmosphere just right for a romantic moment.

Then he clearly heard a "creaking" sound.

"Where did this rat come from? Is that you, Qianjun?"

"Are you crazy? That's clearly the sound of you gritting your teeth!" Zhang Qianjun roared angrily, glaring at him.

Oh, it was him.

He ignored her and continued to advise, "Don't get angry all the time, Qianjun, it'll make you wrinkle and look older."

Zhang Qianjun shook off the hand on his shoulder: "Get lost! Don't you want to look in the mirror? Bloodshot eyes, furrowed brows, clenched teeth, your face screams 'I want to kill someone,' and you still have the nerve to talk back to me?"

Oh, so he's angry.

Why did that cuckolded man choose the clan leader instead of him?

Ugh--

It's a real shame that he couldn't actually kill the person and take the position himself.