Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Hei Xia Zi's organs were probably severely compressed and he vomited blood. Seeing this, Zhang Qiling couldn't just stand there. While Hei Xia Zi couldn't speak to dissuade him, he bit open the bandage on his hand.

As the layers of meticulous bandages gradually faded away, Zhang Qiling's exposed arms were probably the ugliest ever. His originally fair arms were now covered with wounds of varying sizes. The area bitten by the blood corpse was not the deepest wound. The most dangerous one was the shoulder blade that was almost torn off by He Luoyu.

The wound was sewed up by Hei Xia Zi stitch by stitch. Now, due to Zhang Qiling's actions, the stitches were constantly breaking. The wound swallowed up the stitches, and the flying flesh and blood were dripping down from the opening desperately.

But Zhang Qiling didn't have time to care about himself. He reached out to pull the silk thread on the black bear's body. This behavior was so familiar that Zhang Qiling felt that he had done it before, but he really couldn't remember it.

The line was different from what he had imagined. It was as tough as steel wire and extremely sharp. Zhang Qiling grabbed the red line and wrapped his knuckles around it a few times. He then tightened his palms, but was severely cut by the red line.

The blood surging in the body, no longer restrained by the skin, is now flowing continuously, falling onto the red line unhindered. The line that came into contact with Zhang Qiling's Qilin blood instantly emitted a strange light.

The bright red light was like a ball of fiercely burning flame, illuminating Hei Xia Zi's sunglasses. It seemed to have life, constantly leaping, flickering, as if this was its original appearance.

Yan Guangxian stood not far away, with the corners of his lips curled, just watching Zhang Qiling's persistence and recklessness, as if he was admiring the last struggle of a jumping clown.

He didn't give up his threats and his usual tricks of persuasion, but now there happened to be a better way than selling his dignity for fame and fortune. He stared closely at the interaction between Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling, and bent his index finger. This seductive gesture made him look like he was provoking someone.

Then the red lines on the black bear's body seemed to obey his orders, and tightly wrapped around its prey like a strangled poisonous snake, even increasing its strength in a vicious way, and flexibly drilling deeper into the black bear's flesh.

This wave of operations caused Hei Xia Zi to mouth a mouthful of blood in his throat again. The feeling of being blocked was as if someone had strangled his neck, making him unable to speak. This extreme pain and visual impact made even Zhang Qiling feel that Hei Xia Zi was going to be cut into pieces.

"Right away, Qi, just bear with it... believe me." A thin layer of sweat appeared on Zhang Qiling's forehead. The cutting pain from his palms was no less than that from Hei Xia Zi. Even so, he was still comforting Hei Xia Zi, fearing that the other party would give up the idea of ​​living first.

Using a ready-made tied-up black bear to force Zhang Qiling to submit was a fun idea for Yan Guangshan. He looked down at the palm of his hand.

The smell of blood on it was so numerous that it was impossible to count how many people had committed such sins. Those sins could not be wiped clean with a handkerchief. Now it seemed that it would not matter if he added a little more blood.

Yan Guangshan put his hand down and took a few steps closer. In the bright environment, he seemed like a bloodthirsty evil ghost.

He greedily turned his eyes to Zhang Qiling's profile, looking at his frowning brows and bloody hands with ill intent, "My Lord God, your blood is still so delicious, without any foreign smell, I like it very much."

He said this as if he was really tasting Zhang Qiling as a delicacy.

Zhang Qiling's wounds and the constant flow of blood did not stop him from rescuing the man, but when he looked at Hei Xia Zi's miserable condition, he knew that if he did not agree to Yan Guangxian, everyone would die.

"Let Qi go, I promise you." Zhang Qiling finally compromised.

This sentence made Hei Xia Zi's urge to vomit blood, which he had suppressed with great difficulty, come up again. He couldn't help but spit out a scream, spraying half of Zhang Qi Ling's face. The blockage in his throat was instantly cleared at this moment.

Hei Xia Zi didn't even think about it, as if the pain in his body wasn't holding him back. He started to curse but his voice was a little weak, "Ahem...Fuck you! Did I endure it for so long just for you to agree to him? You really have a mental problem, there's no one sicker than you...!"

Zhang Qiling's vision was severely blurred by the blood spurted out by Hei Xia Zi, and he was scolded so harshly that he was stunned for a moment. He stood there with his hand still on the red line without moving. He wanted to say something, but finally pursed his lips tightly.

He really didn't know whether he should be glad that Hei Xia Zi still had the energy to scold him, or just reject Yan Guangxian again.

Zhang Qiling's face, which had finally regained vitality due to Hei Xia Zi's awakening, quickly turned pale again. Children who are scolded by their elders are probably always timid.

"What you said is not right. The great God is not sick." Yan Guangshan's face turned cold, his brows were knitted, and his face was frighteningly gloomy. He secretly sighed in his heart that Hei Xiazi was really smart and had good points in some aspects. He wanted to tempt him less and it would be best if he could use him for his own benefit. But Hei Xiazi's bad thing was that he had a mouth that could not be shut up.

So noisy, just like his brother.

Yan Bucun, who was sent to this remote place by Yan Xiaonan, was hiding on a roof not far from the iron triangle. He was wearing a dark suit that blended into the night, covering his eyelids, and carefully observing the reactions of the three people below. He was relieved only after confirming that they would not go in the direction Yan Xiaonan said.

In fact, Yan Xiaonan only told Yan Bucun a small part of his plan. At present, he didn’t even know that Zhang Qiling had arrived here. He could only watch the dense red lines extend towards the bottomless underground.

Yan Bucun's curiosity could only stop here, leading the Iron Triangle out of the village. Such a boring task would be better for him to fight monsters underground.

Zhang Qiling's sixth sense or his sharpness is always stronger than that of ordinary people. He seemed to sense something and looked up at the houses around him. Wu Yu, who noticed his reaction, got up and stared at Zhang Qiling who was in a trance, "Brother, did you see anything?"

Yan Bucun, who was leaning against the wind, did not move. He guessed how powerful Zhang Qiling was, but he did not expect that he could lock onto him as if he had a radar even though they were a hundred meters apart in this inky black environment. It was simply not something a human could do.

At this time, the fat man was lying on the ground, stretching out his hand and reaching forward, "Don't worry about that, Fatty, I can't get up, just like the bubble gum spit on the ground..."

"Hey, little brother, tell me what you saw. I'll pull the fat guy up first." After Wu Yu finished speaking, he grabbed the fat man with his hands. But it was just as the other party said, the fat man's back was pressed against the ground, as if it was covered with glue and he couldn't move.

Zhang Qiling ignored the strangeness in the distance and walked over with a flashlight. Because Fatty and Wu Yu had just stood up, the flashlight was still on the ground next to them, and the light naturally dispersed, and not a single beam of light hit the Fatty.

So the young man's flashlight first swept across the fat man's embarrassed face, as he thought he had gained weight, and then moved to his belly, which had actually become thinner recently.

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything, but just squatted down and put the light source in his hand close to the fat man to observe.

Wu Yu couldn't pull it up, his face flushed with anxiety, his palms slipped from the powerlessness, "Brother? What's wrong with Fatty? I can't pull it up even with all my strength!"

"Tian Zhen, please keep your voice down. If others hear me, they might think I've gained weight again. In fact, I've become as thin as a pole these days..." The fat man felt that he might as well not ask for help.

Zhang Qiling's finger probed into the gap between the fat man's body and the ground, and he felt a sticky touch in the narrow space. He had some guesses in his mind, "What kind of fish is this?"

After saying that, Zhang Qiling turned the power of the flashlight to maximum, almost blinding the fat man. Wu Yi, who was standing nearby, then saw clearly that what was competing with him was not the fat man's weight, but a bunch of tentacles that had drilled out of the ground like earthworms.

They seemed to be holding up the fat man, yet they were holding him tightly, fearing that someone else would snatch him away. However, they did not show any hostility, as if they were just trying to trap their prey.

Zhang Qiling handed the flashlight to Wu Yu, meaning that he wanted Wu Yu to help with lighting, while he drew his sword and tried to cut into the gap to separate the fat man from the ground.

Yan Bucun was lying on a corner of the eaves, watching with great interest, but he was startled by Zhang Qiling's words "He Luoyu". This was indeed the home where he once grew up, but could it be that Guaiguai was still here?

There was a moment of hesitation in his eyes, as if he was struggling whether to find out the truth.

Finally, he tightened the black collar covering his mouth and rushed to the end of the red line without hesitation. You might think Yan Bucun was extremely rational, but he has always been a practical man. He would not give up until he has seen everything with his own eyes, right?

After he left, when the Iron Triangle was not observed, Zhang Qiling's black gold ancient sword was almost snatched away by the tentacles that soared into the sky. When he tried to grab Wu Xiu beside him, the light source in front of him disappeared instantly.

"Brother! Don't worry about me, save the fat guy first!!!" Wu Yu's voice came from above.

Zhang Qiling looked up and found that Wu Yu was still holding the flashlight and the light source had already gone into the air.

Wu Yu's legs and feet were grabbed by tentacles that were ten times larger than his body. He was now hanging upside down with his eyes tightly closed, not daring to look at the scene in front of him.

The little face was obviously terrified, but because of its overall delicate appearance, it looked more like it was content and sleeping. Wu Yu felt that all the blood was rushing down in the physical direction, and his head was swollen, he was going to die!!!

Zhang Qiling looked at He Luoyu, who was like a big pendulum in an amusement park. He pulled up the fat man stuck to the ground and threw him into the sky. It seemed that the activity the fat man was playing was more exciting than Wu Yu's.

The big trampoline in the air is amazing!

The fat man screamed more miserably than a pig being slaughtered, "Brother! Naive! Ahhhhhh!! I'm really fucked!!!!!!"