Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Yan Bucun ran along the path in the village, his figure flashing like a ghost among the dense leaves and tree gaps. The vegetation coverage here seemed to be much higher than before. Although he had not set foot here for many years, the memories it carried were impressive. At least Yan Bucun had never forgotten them.

As he got closer to the end of the red line, he saw the old scenes on this familiar road for the first time. Yan Bucun stopped at the ancestral hall of the Yan family. His whole body had grown taller, and he no longer looked like the skinny firewood stick he used to be.

The wind blowing through the air was mixed with an irresistible smell of blood.

He seemed to be disgusted by the smell and pulled the collar of his coat up again and again until it covered his handsome face.

At this time, Yan Bucun had not put on his glasses yet, trying to suppress his beautiful eyes. Because he was very "young and energetic" during this period of time, he was always quite sharp when observing things. Every time his eyes moved, they were like a ruthless blade, cutting people accurately and quickly, with his edge exposed and without any concealed modesty.

The white hand with distinct joints has now moved away from the zipper head and is now placed in front of him. I don't know what Yan Bucun is doing, but this person is not affected by the dark atmosphere at all at night. I can only say that she is very beautiful.

When Yan Bucun moved forward again, he seemed to have finally touched the thing he was testing. His hand was suddenly bounced away by the defense mechanism. Dense electric current penetrated his meridians. The burns on his palms made his fingers twitch uncontrollably.

This thing is very familiar to me. Yan Bucun has seen it before. It was a kind of barrier set up by my uncle to prevent me from running away when facing monsters.

The solution to this thing...

Yan Bucun didn't know whether it would work or not. After all, he had seen it before, but he had never had the courage to try it.

He had been thinking about it for a long time, from being ostracized by the family to being recognized by the ancestors, and then being assigned by his father to become a servant of his uncle, and then...

Yan Bucun racked his brains to think about the pain, being abandoned by his father countless times like a ball of shirking, the loneliness of having no friends around, his uncle's smiling face and his merciless and cruel sacrifice, which eventually made him a monster that everyone condemned.

Thinking of this, he felt that he should be able to cry. After all, only tears that carry extreme pain can untie it.

But now, what is sweeping over my mind is only a kind of lament that arises from love, fear, hatred, and what is loved is what is hated, which will last for thousands of years.

His tears were no longer just tears of simple pain. If he were a child, it would have been easy for him to overcome this barrier. But now he knew too much, so even his hatred was not so pure.

He always couldn't help but think of the happy times he once had, like when his father gently stroked his head and patiently dissuaded him from competing with his uncle for the last bowl of dumplings.

Or when he did something wrong and was hungry, a few unknown children would work together to steal a lot of pancakes from the kitchen. Now he still remembers clearly that the pancakes were very dry, so dry that they made his throat dry. Even though there was no water at the time, every child was able to secretly fill their stomachs. Those pairs of bright black eyes once reserved the last light for themselves in the darkness.

There is also an extremely vague, cold embrace that I would occasionally think of when I was lonely. That person gradually lost temperature in the memories, and his breathing became extremely shallow, dispersing like mist, as if it would dissipate with a wave of the hand. But even so, that person still stubbornly did not let go of me...

Finally?

In the end, Yan Bucun enjoyed and longed for the embrace that was obviously not warm. Then, he and the person who saved him seemed to be swallowed up by darkness and the abyss again.

I can't remember. Yan Bucun really can't remember anything more specific. Everything he thought of was a mixture of pain and happiness, like a plate of mixed seasonings, making his mouth numb with mixed tastes. It was also as if a pair of hands were soothing his heart that was on the verge of collapse. In his lack of thoughts, he once again built a fortress called love.

On the other side, Zhang Qiling was chopping off the endless tentacles. This Heluo fish looked different from the one he had seen underground before. It looked like a snake, with scales on its skin, which gave it a dazzling luster like white jade. It was bright and beautiful.

"Wu Yu, open your eyes!" Zhang Qiling swung his knife and cut off another tentacle that blocked his vision, reminding Wu Yu of his position from time to time, "Three o'clock! Fatty!"

Wu Yu tried hard to suppress his fear and opened his eyes firmly. He was like a flying fish leaping out of the water, trying to shake his body. However, due to the restraints on his feet, he was able to achieve the perfect movement trajectory of a pendulum.

Then he used the powerful centrifugal force and stretched out a hand to grab the fat man who was still forced to play on the aerial trampoline. His thin hand just broke into a thick palm. The opponent's knuckles were reassuring, with calluses formed from years of using the Luoyang shovel. The cooperation was really good.

Zhang Qiling followed suit and made a perfect connection. The ancient black-gold sword slashed through his palm, spun out a burst of Qilin fire that pierced the darkness. While swinging, he was able to take a moment to remind Wu Yu and Fatty, "Be careful when you come down."

The flames burned every tentacle, and this large-scale burning seemed to trap the three people in a sea of ​​fire.

Wu Yu and Fatty seized the opportunity and used the few tentacles that Zhang Qiling had left behind, which were still intact and had no offensive power, as slides. They went down smoothly all the way, and the angle at which Zhang Qiling swung his sword was also changing, trying to use his Kirin Fire to eliminate the remaining dangerous factors while not hurting the two of them.

"Naive, even though my trampoline is fun, can we go faster next time..." The fat man landed smoothly and held Wu Yi's hand tightly. The corners of his mouth twitched and he had a forced smile on his face. His whole face turned green, and he was obviously about to vomit.

Wu Yi was still staring at the sky, admiring the strong sense of security that the fat man's two-way running gave him. But the next second he turned on the flashlight and when he saw the fat man's reaction, he turned around without mercy.

If the fat man hadn't grabbed Wu Xie's hand and stopped him from moving, perhaps Wu Xie would have really left without hesitation.

Wu Yu was angry and joked: "Fatty, don't spit on me, spit on that He Luo fish!"

Well, Wu Di might as well leave.

"How did you become like this, Tian Zhen? You were not like this to me, the fat guy, before! Give me back my little innocence, wuwu... ou... ou..." The fat guy was still crying at the front, grabbing half of Wu Di's clothes at the back. In the end, he couldn't bear to let Wu Di down, and he tilted his head and vomited.

Zhang Qiling, who had just finished dealing with the He Luo fish, didn't know whether to come up and help or to comfort the fat man first.

The eyes were locked in a tug of war. No matter how much Hei Xia Zi protested, Zhang Qiling had agreed to Yan Guangshan's request. This situation could not be salvaged with his own strength. Fortunately, Yan Guangshan was not a man who would go back on his word. He snapped his fingers, and the red lines moved, concealing the dazzling light. Then all the intertwined and entangled red lines disappeared in an instant.

Hei Xia Zi lost his support and fell rapidly, but Zhang Qiling held one of his elbows and he staggered. Then all his gravity poured towards Zhang Qiling like water drops on the eaves.

Zhang Qiling provided assistance in an instant, and he himself didn't even react. Now he was subconsciously moving his palm to touch the relatively intact parts of Hei Xia Zi, for fear of accidentally touching more injured parts of Hei Xia Zi.

Feeling Zhang Qiling's cautiousness, Hei Xia Zi had already vaguely guessed something.

Now that his vision was blinded, Hei Xia Zi followed the slight force that Zhang Qiling exerted on his arm to determine the other party's situation.

Hei Xia Zi touched Zhang Qiling's still bleeding palm and moved his hand upwards again. He had studied medicine and knew all the structures of the human body. He moved his hand tremblingly around Zhang Qiling's broken wound.

The opponent's boiling blood gushed out, and Zhang Qiling's body was as cold as jade, creating a huge contrast.

"Where's the gauze and the bandage? You took them all off, leaving nothing for yourself?! Do you want to die? Do you know that if we continue to bleed like this, we can forget about getting out and will just die!" Hei Xia Zi cursed mercilessly, but he himself was also covered in blood. In his mind, he was still thinking about the fact that there were no sterile supplies to bandage Zhang Qiling.

The confused thoughts made Hei Xia Zi very annoyed.

However, Zhang Qiling didn't say a word and let Hei Xia Zi grope around, as if his pain was not important. His silence was actually a kind of answer.

And what about Yan Guangshan? He had already squatted down and dug out a white jade pot from the pile of scrap copper and iron he had just picked up. The mouth of the pot was sharp, as if it was a special channel for some kind of liquid to flow into the casting. He approached Zhang Qiling and collected Zhang Qiling's blood without any disgust.

His attitude was casual, as if he really treated Zhang Qiling as a faucet.

Seeing that Zhang Qiling was hesitant to answer, Hei Xia Zi stopped pressing him. He just tore off the gauze and bandages, and they could not be picked up again. Then he suddenly heard another person's rapid and excited breathing coming from below. Realizing that it might be the pervert Yan Guangxian, he raised his shoe and kicked him out without mercy.

But this kick with all his strength did not move the opponent. There was a print of Hei Xia Zi's shoe on Yan Guangxian's chest, but he seemed to feel nothing and did not move at all. All his attention was on the blood flowing from Zhang Qiling. Yu Hu was like a greedy bloodthirsty beast and could not be filled after such a long time.

Zhang Qiling knew that this was the only way to make Hei Xia Zi leave, so he obediently did not disobey Yan Guangshan's instructions, but pressed down on Hei Xia Zi's intact part and pushed him back to the wall.

"Qi, wait for me...right away."

Wait a moment, please wait a moment...

Zhang Qiling's face turned pale due to the rapid blood loss and the excruciating pain. He had to muster up all his consciousness to speak.

The black bear who was pushed back was not stupid, so why should he wait? Wait until both sides' blood was shed, so as to fulfill Yan Guangxian's scheme?

"Qi, don't lie to me. Has the ceremony started? Do you know what you are doing?!" Hei Xia Zi now only had enough strength to curse, and his body seemed to be about to break.

The reason why the jade pot could not be filled was not because of its large capacity, but because a Heluo fish with a mouth full of fierce teeth was using the jade pot as a bedroom for rest.

It was rare for it to see such delicious food as Zhang Qiling, and the desire to eat it prompted it to stretch out a scarlet tentacle and stab it straight into Zhang Qiling's heart. Zhang Qiling, who was still pressing Hei Xia Zi, finally couldn't bear it anymore. His unconcealed panting only stayed in front of Hei Xia Zi for a short moment, and then Zhang Qiling knelt down directly.

"Qi! Don't scare me...! Don't let go! I told you not to let go!!!" Hei Xia Zi felt Zhang Qiling's weakness and he also lost his support. In this brilliant light, he lay on the ground, grabbing the person in front of him randomly.

Knees…thighs…abdomen…chest…heart!

Hei Xiazi's hand was very accurate in probing the ground. He wanted to confirm whether Zhang Qiling's heart was still beating, but was grabbed by Yan Guangshan's red line. His hand was twisted backwards, his bones were broken, and his wrist was black and purple. Hei Xiazi did not recover his eyesight, but his intuition allowed him to accurately lock onto the greatest danger in front of him.

"Ahem... ahem... hahaha... Yan Ran, your brother is right, you are a fucking lunatic, a lunatic!!!"