"Leave it to fate..." Yan Lingji murmured thoughtfully, then raised her eyes and looked at Zheng Ze with her bright eyes.
"I suddenly realized that you seem to be quite interesting!" A slight smile appeared on her face, which seemed to be sincere.
This is what Zheng Ze is aiming for tonight, he needs her to redefine their relationship by herself.
The relationship between men and women always needs ups and downs of emotions to maintain a sense of freshness. Especially for such a beautiful woman who seems to be hot but is actually cold, she has seen too many, so she needs ups and downs of mood even more.
She probably wouldn't be too interested in the dullness with an end in sight.
However, Zheng Ze didn't react much to her compliment. This was just the first step forward.
"After tonight, your friends will not be safe. Let them leave Xinzheng first. I know you have a way to inform them."
Hearing this, Yan Lingji remembered the two people she had called tonight. She had almost forgotten about it if Zheng Ze had not mentioned it.
Nodding slightly, she suddenly remembered, "Can Zi Lanxuan and Han Fei really find Tianze?"
In response, Zheng Ze shook his head, "Tianze will definitely leave that secret prison, no matter whether Zilanxuan can be found or not."
He has never placed his hope on others, just like his slightly shallow inner strength revealed at this moment.
With Eternal Night, he no longer needs to hide. Because he does not need to worry about whether Yan Lingji or Tianze and others will have any bad thoughts when they know about his talent, nor does he need to avoid Yan Lingji to practice martial arts secretly.
Already.
If there was no Eternal Night, perhaps he would not be revealed until he had the strength of Genie Weizhuang in his heyday.
Seeing that he was so sure, Yan Lingji believed it for some reason. She looked at Zheng Ze deeply, and what she saw tonight was enough to satisfy her desire to explore.
She suddenly remembered what Zheng Ze said earlier, is what she sees now all of him?
She wasn't sure, but she didn't continue to ask. She was already ready to go back to her room.
"I'll let them go, but...don't you need more people?" she asked.
Zheng Ze felt her intention to leave. He sat in front of the case, picked up the bamboo slip with one hand and waved it to her with the other hand, "No need."
Nodding, without saying anything more, she turned and left.
"etc."
Yan Lingji stopped and turned her head, a little confused, and then she heard Zheng Ze say: "Go to bed early tonight, the dressing needs to be changed tomorrow."
Nodding gently, a special feeling flashed through his heart, "Yeah."
When she closed the door, she seemed to see him carving something on the bamboo slips.
Carving the bamboo slip, Zheng Ze recalled what had just happened and deliberately provoked her to do something. Naturally, it was not because of a whim.
Only after taking action, she will understand that using strong methods in the future will no longer be effective, and her original strength advantage will be gone. The initiative between the two has changed, and she needs to try to accept it.
On the other hand, I also told her in a subtle way that only you know my talent, my strength, and my secrets. You are different from others.
However, this change seemed too deliberate, so when the relationship between the two became a little stiff, they showed concern in subtle ways, and used Tianze's whereabouts as comfort, gradually eliminating the gap in her heart.
Because she could feel that her attitude towards her and her intention to help her find Tianze had never changed.
There is a fundamental difference between being held hostage to help and taking the initiative to take action. Combined with what she said last time, she will more deeply understand the weight of helping her.
However, this woman can always do surprising things, and he only does what he can do. In the end, what she thinks is beyond his control.
In short, the first half between them is over, and maybe the second half will be more exciting.
It wasn't until she left long ago that Zheng Ze put down the carving knife and bamboo slips in his hands, and took out the puppet that had been hidden in his hand. Looking at it with nearly three-quarters of its body dyed golden, he fell into thinking.
This thing is the same as what he guessed before. Although there is a minimum limit for swallowing money, the final gift is directly proportional to the sacrifice.
And it seems to have a limit on the number of times. Watching its changes, Zheng Ze remembered the previous three times.
The first time was to strengthen his physical fitness. He didn't take advantage of it that time because he only invested the minimum amount, so he just made his physical fitness better than ordinary people, which was a wasted opportunity.
The second time was the improvement of soul power, which directly affected his talent, memory, and perception.
The third time is the Eternal Night that can protect itself at any time, and it seems to be repairable.
Zheng Ze thoughtfully said, "Only the last time left..."
He didn't take the first loss too seriously. It was the difference between the first and second times that made him speculate.
As for what will be released for the last time, he has a few guesses, but they are not as certain as the third time.
If we really follow the minimum, the weapon that appears this time is probably a weapon that can protect the Lord, but it may not be as good as Nilin, and it may not even be able to defeat Yan Lingji. In that case, is it the weapon spirit that protects itself, or the weapon spirit itself?
, two more things to say.
He knew about the Eternal Night, but judging from the brief battle between it and Wei Zhuang, its incomplete strength was probably above that of Wei Zhuang at this moment. He didn't know whether it had reached the peak of Wei Zhuang's strength.
Sure.
After gradually clarifying these ideas, the 100,000 military pay for the three things that I had been preparing for has been obtained. Yan Lingji is not in a hurry, the only thing left is to get that thing out.
He glanced at the bamboo slips at hand, the best mental methods of various schools of thought... I wonder what happened to Qijuetang?
With this thought in mind, he picked up the carving knife again and continued to cut according to the memory in his mind.
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines, there seems to be the sound of the morning market outside.
Yan Lingji got up from the bed. She no longer slept with her clothes on as she did before. Instead, she wore a tulle covering her chest, black silk covering her hips, and a loose, slightly transparent robe.
She gathered her silky black hair, walked to the window and pushed open the window lattice, letting the gentle morning sunlight shine on her body along with her movements.
However, the figure standing in the backyard made her stunned for a moment. There seemed to be still the fog that had not dissipated in the early morning around the courtyard. Zheng Ze in the courtyard was holding a wooden sword and repeating the same action over and over again.
A trace of interest arose in her eyes, but without making a sound, she lay on the window sill, supporting her chin with her hands, watching with interest as he patiently wielded the sword tirelessly.
This should be the swordsmanship used by the descendant of Guigu last night. Could it be said that he knew it just by watching it once?
I just practiced in the courtyard today, and he really hid it from me.
Under her gaze, for who knows how long, Zheng Ze slowly stopped his move, folded the wooden sword behind him, turned around and looked up at himself.
