Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Yan Guangshan's fingertips drew a half circle, and the red string that was tightening around Hei Xiazi's wrist was quickly pulled away. He leaned down a little more, his eyes full of scrutiny, and asked, "What else did he say?"

"Want to know? Then let Qi go... let us leave here alive, and I will tell you." It's rare that this big devil would be curious about such trivial things. It shouldn't be too much for Hei Xia Zi to negotiate a condition.

Fortunately, the other party listened and really just used the mouth of the pot to catch the last drop of Zhang Qiling's blood.

In this quiet environment, the sound of blood drops flowing smoothly into the container sounds like water dripping through stone.

As the biggest villain, Yan Guangxian still looked dissatisfied with the current storage progress of the jade pot, but he used the next action to prove that he agreed to Heixiazi's negotiation conditions.

Yan Guangshan's index finger directly blocked the mouth of the pot. He Luoyu couldn't help licking his skin, wanting to please him and have another taste of Qilin blood, but Yan Guangshan was so determined that he even pinched his tentacles that stretched out again, leaving a deep fingerprint. Seeing that he could not get anything good from his master, He Luoyu finally chose to shrink back with the scar in fear, making only some sticky rippling water sounds to prove that he still existed.

But Yan Guangshan's next words still sounded calm, like a dead pond without any ups and downs, and without any curiosity to find out the truth.

"Okay, I promise he won't die, and I'll let you go, you can say it now."

He made promises whose truth or falsehood were unknown, and Hei Xia Zi couldn't believe it at all.

Yan Guangshan was too lazy to even say humble words like "Lord God". He was focused on getting the answer he wanted to know. His persistence was inconsistent with his shrewdness after living for a thousand years.

Feeling the pain subside, Zhang Qiling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he looked down, he found that the wounds on his body had been covered with the saliva of the Heluo fish. Although they could not heal quickly, they had stopped the bleeding in the most dangerous places. He looked at the black bear with blood on his hands and Yan Guangxian who was earnestly waiting for an answer, and felt that the current environment made the two sides in confrontation present a strange peace.

Zhang Qiling became dazed.

"together…"

He opened his mouth, then closed it, looked away, then looked back again because of worry. He had just disobeyed the order so resolutely that Zhang Qiling really didn't know how to face Hei Xia Zi.

However, Hei Xia Zi did not bear a grudge. He put on a joyful smile and crawled forward like a dog. Every movement he made left a long trail under his body, bright red and eye-catching.

Hei Xiazi seemed to realize that he had cursed too fiercely just now, and now softened his tone, taking a sharp breath, but still speaking incoherently, "Next time...you are not allowed to do this without my permission...do you understand?"

Zhang Qiling held down one of his shoulders and said, "I know. Don't move."

Realizing that Zhang Qiling was really fine now, Hei Xia Zi showed a bitter smile. This was different from his usual strong self. In this fragile look, he seemed more like a normal person.

However, Hei Xia Zi probably realized that he had reached his limit. The moment he finished laughing, his head sank and was about to hit the ground. Fortunately, Zhang Qiling's right hand directly supported Hei Xia Zi's lowered face.

The blood flowing down from Zhang Qiling's palm was so bright red that it directly dyed Heixiazi's entire face. He wanted to move his fingertips to wipe it off for the other party, but ended up smearing Heixiazi's handsome face into that of a little cat, which made up for the incident in which the other party sprayed blood all over his face.

Fortunately, the black bear held by Zhang Qiling was still breathing shallowly, like an indestructible cockroach, with outstanding vitality and desire to survive.

Why did I imagine that someone who was so greedy for worldly wealth would have the thought of dying?

Zhang Qiling propped up Hei Xia Zi's body and pressed his hands on several of Hei Xia Zi's bleeding wounds, but the effect of stopping the bleeding was minimal. He could only stare at Yan Guangshan fiercely, but the pain all over his body had proved that he and Hei Xia Zi had lost all ability to resist. This dying struggle was like a wolf cub desperately protecting its companion.

Even so, he had no way to survive as he was at the forefront.

"Don't worry, he hasn't given me the answer I want, and I won't let him die." Yan Guangxian stood up and walked out of here without looking back. He didn't seem to be worried at all that Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling would leave, or maybe he had a clear understanding of their current ability to act.

Zhang Qiling, who was watching him busy for no apparent reason, was still holding the black bear tightly in his arms.

Hei Xia Zi's blood gradually turned cold, and the laughter and joy they once had all become vague in Zhang Qiling's mind. Zhang Qiling, who had never felt afraid before, was now very afraid of him...

go away.

This unfamiliar word was Zhang Qiling's euphemistic thought. He didn't dare to associate it with the real clear words, for fear that this subconscious thought would become reality.

Hei Xia Zi happened to be close to Zhang Qiling's chest. When he fainted, his five senses were magnified to the limit. Apart from the lingering smell of blood in the air, he probably felt something even stronger, which was the heartbeat of Zhang Qiling, a player with a big heart.

Plop…plop…

This kind of syllable made Hei Xia Zi feel at ease and smiled in his sleep. This smile made the speaker's heart beat faster, and even mixed with a lot of physical tremors.

During this process, Hei Xia Zi suddenly felt his cheek moistened by something. It was different from the sticky feeling brought by blood. It was just a drop of water that fell down, warm and soft, and then slid smoothly along the contour of his eyelids.

He was puzzled. Who knew? It couldn't be that Zhang Qiling was crying, right?

Zhang Qiling was stunned and wiped his face with his left hand. He had no idea what was coming out of his eyes. At the same time, Yan Guangxian had already taken the first aid kit dropped by Hei Xia Zi and threw it over.

Yan Guangshan's attitude was not good. "Bandage him up, just don't let him die here."

Although he said this, seeing that Zhang Qiling was unable to move, he still shared a lot of the bandaging work, as if he was not the one who had seriously injured Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling.

Yan Guangshan was not a germaphobe, but he also had no medical knowledge. He just randomly tied Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling into two big, fluffy dumplings, and thought that was enough after the bleeding stopped.

As a villain, his actions were neither completely bad nor clearly good. It seemed as if he had gone around in circles.

Yan Guangxian can make rational use of the favorable environment and use it to completely suppress Heixiazi and Zhang Qiling. In fact, he relies entirely on extreme force to solve the current situation, such as beating Heixiazi and Zhang Qiling violently, forcing them to sacrifice themselves, or letting Heixiazi be overwhelmed by the pain in his body and take the initiative to reveal Yan Xiaonan's movements.

Isn't it very strange that a person who has committed countless crimes chooses to respect the other party's opinion and even helps out indifferently afterwards when something can be solved with violence?

Isn’t it true that Yan Guangxian’s character is hard to judge?

Zhang Qiling stared at the other person and came to these conclusions. His head was not injured, but it was wrapped so tightly by Yan Guangshan's clumsy gauze that it was terribly round. The face that was exposed now looked like it was forced out, and even when he had no expression on his face, he seemed to be acting like a spoiled child.

Yan Guangxian seems to have a system engraved in his bones, as if this person must get the other party's approval before he can really do what he wants.

It was rare for Zhang Qiling to have so many unanswered questions in such a backward and dangerous situation.

"I won't force him to speak now." Yan Guangxian saw what Zhang Qiling was thinking, and the speed of bandaging Hei Xia Zi increased. His bandage was disorganized and he just bandaged whatever he wanted.

Zhang Qiling just thought that he was really kind, but his vicious words came back to her, "The hard bone has to be saved for last."

Yan Bucun, who had been planning for a while, was tired. He had a serious obsession with cleanliness and rubbed his sore eyes, not wanting to sit on the ground to rest for a while. To put it simply, he really hated the ground being dirty.

After circling around the monster several times, he suddenly saw the red line coil up like a twisted worm, turning into a sharp sword that pierced the monster, still flashing a bright red light. Yan Bucun retreated urgently, as this powerful blow was not something a mortal like him could withstand.

Unexpectedly, the red line only tore it apart for him, opening up a channel for him to integrate into the group.

"Can this thing be conscious?" Yan Bucun walked in cautiously. He had sharp ears and instantly heard the sound of someone approaching death from somewhere.

"Next time...you are not allowed to do this without my permission...got it?"

Yan Bugun squatted down. He was now standing in the middle of the ancestral hall, listening carefully to the sounds coming from underground.

"I know. Don't move." This clear voice was as calm as a dose of tranquilizer, making people's hearts sink.

He stood up, his curiosity aroused, but hesitant because he was afraid that his uncle was down there. Finally, he chose another passage, which was the most inconspicuous square brick in the ancestral hall. He reached down with a handkerchief as a pad of his fingers, still not wanting to dirty his hands. As he applied a little force, he actually pried it open.

Below was a staircase that was briefly illuminated, leading to the place where he had endured endless hunger day and night when he was a child.

cell.