I have become a treasure that everyone is looking for [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 40 040

It was too late to remove the strength from his hands, and the door was pushed open as soon as the system spoke.

Cheng Xiezhi's wandering thoughts have not been gathered yet, he thought, if Yan Lang has no memory at all, the first world, then it can be counted as the third time.As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Yan Lang, who turned his gaze upwards. He sat quietly behind the table, with an endgame in front of him, holding a polished chess piece with his fingertips, as if he had been meditating for a long time.

I am not afraid of him.

Cheng Xiezhi walked into the hall with such thoughts in mind.

Besides, this is not something that can be hidden.

"Are you playing chess?" Cheng Xiezhi came to him and sat down with a smile, swept his sleeves, and a few chess pieces on the board were swept aside, he glanced at them, reset the chess pieces, and his movements were smooth and smooth.

Yan Lang paid attention to the movements of his hands. When Cheng Xiezhi put the chess pieces back to their original positions, his thoughts did not froze in the slightest. It naturally seemed that he had watched this chess game countless times, but in fact he just glanced at it. .Yan Lang dropped a piece, and a new change appeared on the criss-cross chessboard: "This is an endgame passed down by Nanzhao. Just now Prince Nanzhao came to visit me and brought me a chess record as a gift."

He narrated lightly, and Cheng Xiezhi looked at the chess game based on this action, and thought for a while: "It is indeed an interesting game."

"If it were you, how would you break this situation?" Yan Lang asked softly as his eyes fell on his raised delicate and smooth jawline.

Cheng Xiezhi gave him a strange look: "I don't know how to play chess." The ancient way of entertainment, playing chess, has long been eliminated in the interstellar era, and has become a legacy of ancient culture that is only for admiration. Ji Lang taught him a little about the rules of chess, but in this world, the rules of chess are different.But he saw that Yan Lang had a serious intention to ask him to give an answer, so he tilted his head and continued: "If it were me, I would probably just overturn the chessboard."

This answer was completely reasonable, and Yan Lang was not surprised. He silently curled the corner of his lower lip, and said again, "This approach is very in line with your temperament."

Cheng Xiezhi rested his chin to watch Yanlang rescue the trapped Heizi step by step, and the ending sounded a bit lazy: "Since I don't know how to play chess, why do I have to fight the opponent to death."

Yan Lang smiled slightly, and was noncommittal to Cheng Xiezhi's words. When he was about to land the chess piece on the chessboard, he suddenly moved away from his position and fell to the side. One step away, but a thousand miles away.

"Just now when Crown Prince Nanzhao came to see me, he said that the Lord Nanzhao had ordered an investigation into the assassination on the border, and the truth would soon come to light."

"Oh?" Cheng Xiezhi raised his eyebrows with great interest, "Who is this unlucky scapegoat?"

Prince Nanzhao has more than a dozen brothers, and there are still seven or eight brothers who died prematurely, but after removing a few who have no sense of existence, there are only three who can be compared with Prince Nanzhao. One is the eldest son of the emperor, although his biological mother is not the queen. , but one of the three wives of the Lord of Nanzhao, her family is a first-class gentry in Nanzhao, and also the biggest competitor of Prince Nanzhao. It is the old son of the Nanzhao King, the seventeenth prince, who is still raised by the Nanzhao King's side, and is the most favored son.

Yan Lang is also well aware of Nan Zhao's current situation: "I guess it's King Chen."

Cheng Xiezhi looked at him with a smile: "I guess so." Compared with the powerful eldest son of the emperor, and the little prince with his back to the Lord of Nanzhao, King Chen, who was caught in the middle, looked like a soft persimmon no matter how he looked at it.Although King Chen has a reputation, it only has a reputation. Once it is related to the assassination, the reputation that King Chen has managed for many years will be ruined.

Yan Lang smiled softly, and said: "Nanzhao King wants to see you. Prince Nanzhao wanted to tell you personally, but you happened to be away just now."

When he told Cheng Xiezhi the news, the bright-eyed young man's eyes didn't fluctuate at all, showing no interest at all.

Cheng Xiezhi didn't reveal his identity to Prince Nanzhao clearly, but some things needn't be said too clearly. What's more, after Cheng Xiezhi came to Nanzhao, he heard many stories about protecting the country's gods and beasts and protecting Nanzhao's good weather. Knowing that the country of Nanzhao is different from other countries, they sincerely believe in the gods, and regard the guardian animal as the spokesperson of the gods in Nanzhao.

It's no wonder that Prince Nanzhao quickly accepted Cheng Xiezhi's identity.

Cheng Xiezhi said indifferently: "There's no need to meet." Anyway, as soon as Nanzhao's God Worship Festival arrives and the God Worship Tower is opened, he can end his mission.As for the Lord Nanzhao, he is just an insignificant figure to him.What's more, considering that the Lord of Nanzhao is seriously ill now, and the mythical beasts that protect the country have always been said to be able to save lives, Cheng Xiezhi can guess what the Lord of Nanzhao is thinking without thinking too much.

His attitude is too cold, as a divine beast that grew up in Nanzhao and enjoys Nanzhao's worship, his attitude should not be so cold, but it is this coldness that makes him look like Cheng Xiezhi.

"Speaking of which, I thought you wouldn't care about Nan Zhao's affairs."

Yan Lang extracted the fact that Nanzhao's national line was damaged from Nanzhao's prince and needed to be saved by the sacrifice of a guardian animal. Cheng Xiezhi was not selfless and kind enough to sacrifice himself for others without asking for anything in return, especially since he didn't know himself at all at first. As a guardian beast, he has no affection for Nan Zhao.Then Cheng Xiezhi was willing to return to Nanzhao and agreed to sacrifice, Yan Lang had to doubt the motive behind it.

——Will Cheng Xiezhi really change Nanzhao Jiangshan Yonggu for such a ridiculous reason?Yan Lang knew the answer, he would not, he would only think that the change of dynasties was nothing more than normal, and he would not give up his life for such a reason.

Unless, doing this is good enough for him, and he won't really die at all!

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Lang knew that the "benefit" was the luck that Cheng Xiezhi had mentioned to him.What does Cheng Xiezhi want luck for?Do you become a fairy?

His heart couldn't help but tighten.

Regarding Yan Lang's confusion, Cheng Xiezhi slightly raised his brows: "Oh?"

Yan Lang didn't give him a chance to lightly expose it, and asked straightforwardly: "You are willing to intervene in the matter of Nanzhao Guomai because of luck. Xiezhi, what do you want luck for?"

Hearing this, Cheng Xiezhi's cold and stern gaze like a blade seemed to be looking into his eyes, killing intent flashed through his dark pupils for an instant, it was extremely dangerous, Yan Lang did not back down, and looked straight at Cheng Xiezhi. Xiezhi's eyes, waiting for his answer.That dangerous gaze finally turned into a smile on his lips, light and faint.

He leaned close to Yan Lang's ear, brushed his hair around his ears with his breath, and said word by word: "I won't tell you."

His voice was kept very low, and the end of each word evoked a charming tone, which was indescribably lingering, like a lover's whisper.

But Yan Lang could hear something bad from it.

He turned his head helplessly, Cheng Xiezhi had already sat up straight again, and was three feet away from Yan Lang without looking sideways. Knocking on the table, his crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped slightly, and half of his face was hidden in the shadow cast by the sun, giving him a strange sense of inscrutability.It was only then that Yan Lang discovered that his facial features hadn't fully developed, and he had a youthful feeling, but the overly beautiful eyebrows and eyes covered up this, making him appear beautiful but unhuman and unreasonable. climbing feeling.

Obviously, he should be a high-spirited young man.

Yan Lang suddenly felt an urge to explore Cheng Xiezhi's past - not the past as a cat, but all kinds of things related to Cheng Xiezhi that happened in the time he had never set foot in.

An indescribable emotion filled his heart, as if he had already confirmed this fate, at this moment he suddenly felt a strange sense of fate—willingly, irrevocably.

He stared blankly at Cheng Xiezhi for a moment.

The young man couldn't ignore his fiery eyes, turned around again, and blinked suspiciously.

Yan Lang came back to his senses at this moment, looked away unnaturally for a moment, and whispered to him after a while: "Xiezhi, have you forgotten the deal between us?"

His voice is gentle and different from the more seductive softness that Cheng Xiezhi deliberately lowered, it is truly irresistible gentleness.

There was a sense of absurdity in Cheng Xiezhi's heart - obviously the person in front of him was a tyrant who murdered people without mercy.The subtle thoughts flashed by, and within half a second he raised his eyes and said to Yan Lang: "I remember."

"You want to get married?"

He tilted his head and asked uncertainly.

Yan Lang looked at him deeply, and it took a while to confirm Cheng Xiezhi's question: "Yes, I have long wanted to get married."

"It's a pity..."

As he spoke, he rolled his eyes and did not continue.

Cheng Xiezhi blinked, and decided to pretend that he didn't understand. He reached out and fiddled with the pieces on the chessboard, and after a while, the chess game, which was full of murderous intentions and hidden turmoil, was arranged into a pattern of cats and cats' heads.

Yan Lang lowered his head and glanced at the bad chess game: "Like you."

"No." Cheng Xiezhi retorted him, curling the corners of his lips slyly, "This is Yanyan."

When he said "Yanyan", his smiling eyes kept falling on Yan Lang, with an inexplicable meaning.Besides the banter, there are other obscurities floating around in it.

Yan Lang has long been used to Cheng Xiezhi mentioning "Yanyan" as a reference - although most of the time there is a bit of shame in it.He couldn't help laughing: "It's still more like you."

Cheng Xie's eyes were menacing: "Like me? I don't look so stupid."

Without dodging or evading, Yan Lang took Cheng Xiezhi's pounced hand, shook hands with him, and said softly, "No, it's very cute."

Then he said with a low laugh: "Then please tell me, the cutest Xiezhi, when will my wish come true?"