Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Chapter 1104 Immortality 5

The Zhang family who were living in seclusion in Motuo also received the news of the patriarch's arrival.

After some discussion, they finally decided to send a representative to ask the patriarch if there was anything they needed help with.

Their cloud-piercing arrows are still effective.

Then, Zhang Ruian saw a round-faced patriarch.

Really, super round.

He hadn't seen such a round member of the Zhang family in hundreds of years. What was the patriarch doing in just a few decades of absence?

And the two people beside the patriarch.

Well, it’s okay, the patriarch is not the roundest.

The one in black is the tallest and roundest.

That silly one is rounder than the patriarch.

The Zhang family can tell whether a person is normal from his eyes.

It is obvious that Changsheng is not a normal person.

So the fact that they couldn’t find the patriarch for so many years might have something to do with them.

Zhang Ruian walked up to Zhang Qilin and said, "Chief."

Zhang Qilin nodded, and they went to talk aside.

However, Zhang Ruian's eyes still unconsciously looked at the patriarch's face and hands.

This is a super fat hair mound finger.

What's more, this is Motuo, where it is snowing.

The three people were wrapped in thick clothes and looked more like a ball.

Zhang Ruian was really afraid that the patriarch would roll down the mountain.

The story begins with their lives. They also cleared out a lot of Wang family members in Motuo.

As for what happened back then, it was already too late when they got the news, mainly because they were too far away.

Later, none of the people sent there came back.

It was obvious that he had died.

Zhang Ruian chose to give up for the sake of his people.

They gave up trying to rescue the patriarch.

No excuses, just explanations.

It seems like the Zhang family has always spoken like this.

Zhang Qilin looked in the direction of Cang Haihua and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Ruian: . . . .

It's not hard, it's the patriarch's life that is miserable.

As for life and death, when the Zhang family decides to do something, they don't care much about their own life and death.

have nothing to say.

The patriarch is still too kind.

"Clan leader, the Zhang family of Medog always welcomes you."

This is their promise.

The patriarch has done enough for them.

Although the Zhang family has little conscience.

Zhang Qilin turned his head to look at Zhang Ruian, "I want to go with them."

Zhang Ruian: . . . .

What? The patriarch wants to be with the two dumplings.

"Clan leader, the Zhang family has a long time to wait. You can come back after they leave."

Zhang Qilin hummed.

Okay, the chat is over.

Zhang Ruian left. He looked at the other two abnormal dumplings and sighed. The patriarch likes people like this.

There is really no such style in the tribe.

Zhang Qilin: . . . .

Black Bear: ...

Longevity: ...

People will smile when they are speechless.

"Zhang Qilin, can I hit that guy?"

Changsheng's words made Zhang Qilin look at him strangely and shake his head.

"No."

You can't hit people casually.

Hei Xiazi had already laughed out loud, "Dumb, your people are suspicious of you."

Zhang Qilin didn't look at them. He was going back to eat.

If you don’t go back now, you’ll freeze to death.

"Walk."

Zhang Ruian's figure disappeared into the vast snowy fog, and the three chubby figures also left the snow and returned to the wing room.

"Huh..." Hei Xia Zi exhaled a breath of white air, which instantly condensed into a small cloud in the cold air.

Zhang Qilin didn't say anything, but just silently loosened his scarf and revealed his face.

Changsheng was staring at the white air he exhaled and trying to reach out to grab it.

The hot air blowing in their faces made the three of them sigh comfortably.

Taking off the heavy coat, revealing the equally warm sweater underneath, his figure still looked round, but at least he didn't look so much like a ball about to roll away at any moment.

A small pot of butter tea was simmering on the stove, and the rich aroma of milk mixed with the fragrance of tea filled the small space.

Zhang Qilin walked over and skillfully poured three bowls of steaming hot soup.

"Come, come, replenish your energy!" Hei Xiazi picked up the bowl and sniffed it contentedly. "Medog butter tea."

He took a big sip, sighed with satisfaction, and a little milk skin stained the corner of his mouth.

Changsheng imitated Hei Xiazi and also picked up the wine to drink, but he was so burned that he stuck out his tongue and blew on it.

Changsheng frowned and continued to drink in small sips.

Mom said that we should not waste food unless it is really unpalatable.

Zhang Qilin sat on a small stool by the stove, holding the bowl quietly and drinking in small sips.

The dancing light of the fire reflected on his face, softening the usual coldness, and his long eyelashes cast a small, quiet shadow under his eyes.

He looked at Changsheng who was burned, and the corners of his mouth seemed to bend upwards very slightly, so quickly that it seemed like an illusion.

This one is also a bad guy.

After all, he has been hit on the head many times, so he will hold a grudge.

“Delicious!”

Changsheng was very satisfied with the hot butter tea.

"Delicious, right?" Black Blind Man shook his head proudly. "I added some salt to this to make it taste better."

"Salt?" Changsheng looked at Zhang Qilin's bowl curiously. "Did he add salt too?"

Zhang Qilin shook his head: "No."

Hei Xiazi interrupted, "He likes the original flavor, which has a strong milky flavor. What about you, Xiao Changsheng? Do you want to add some?"

Changsheng immediately handed the bowl over: "Take a little bit! Try it!"

Hei Xiazi smiled and sprinkled a pinch of salt into his bowl: "Try it."

Changsheng took another sip, savored it carefully, and then said happily, "It tastes good too! It tastes like a snowy mountain, like the salty sun!"

His unique metaphor made Hei Xia Zi burst into laughter, and even Zhang Qilin's fingers holding the bowl moved slightly, and he looked at Changsheng's cheeks, which were slightly red due to the hot tea, with soft eyes.

"Little Qilin," Changsheng blew the tea to cool it down, took a big sip comfortably, then looked at Zhang Qilin and asked very seriously.

"Why did that guy just now keep looking at you? Does he also think you're beautiful because you're round?"

He had no idea that he was also one of the round and good-looking ones.

Some people can only see the roundness of others.

Well, Changsheng certainly knows his roundness.

My mother said that boys look good with a round body. As long as they are not fat, it does not affect their health, does not affect their ability to run fast, and they have a lot of strength, they can continue to eat it.

All three of them meet the criteria.

Hei Xia Zi almost spit out the tea he had just drunk, and looked at Zhang Qilin while holding back his smile.

Zhang Qilin paused holding the bowl and looked up at Changsheng's eyes which were clear without a trace of impurities.

He was silent for a few seconds, as if he was organizing his words, and finally just said "hmm" very calmly, admitting that he was "round and pretty" and also acknowledging the reason why Zhang Ruian looked at him.

"I knew it!" Changsheng was very happy to get the affirmation, and looked at Hei Xiazi again, "Blind man, you are also round and beautiful!"

Mom said good kids look like this.

Thin people look creepy and don’t look like good people.

The blind man was a bad guy from the beginning.

The little fool became smarter after he became rounder.

It's all thanks to him.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment, Little Immortal!" Black Blind was so happy that he deliberately puffed out his chest, "This is called being wealthy! I'm blessed!"

Changsheng nodded and said, yes, rich people all look like this.