Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Yan Guangxian didn't like to see other people's sentimental scenes. He just casually threw down a piece of leg bone, which made a not-too-light sound, and stood up and walked over. When he was about to turn to the two of them, he used his hand to straighten Hei Xia Zi's head, which was teasing Zhang Qiling.

The action was not gentle, but not rough either.

He stood in front of Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qi Ling, trying his best to change his image from a villain to a kind-hearted listener, but Yan Guangshan was probably used to having a cold face, and he couldn't act like the warm spring at the end of winter, so even when he asked for help, the air around him would be so cold that it would sting people.

"I have fulfilled your request, but you haven't given me what I want." The fair deal gave Yan Guangxian the confidence to say this.

Hei Xiazi watched the other party change the subject, licked his lips full of rust and blood, and rarely spoke glibly, "Where do you want me to start?"

"Whatever." Yan Guang listened to the tone and didn't care much.

So Hei Xia Zi just let Yan Guangshan say "whatever" and started with a critical hit, "Oh~ your brother said you were still wetting your pants at the age of seven, you have no shame."

"Qi, learn the last three words I said." After Hei Xia Zi finished speaking, he lowered his voice and gave the instruction with a malicious look.

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes and stared at the person in his arms, then looked up in confusion. He looked at Yan Guangxian, whose face was already flushed, and then parroted what he had said dryly.

"Shameless."

He was taught badly.

When Yan Guangshan was angry, his eyelids and ears would turn red, just like red beans that had been boiled in hot water and peeled. When he was extremely angry, he would just stare at people with his eyes wide open, and would not even utter a swear word.

"Who told you that I wet my pants when I was seven? I didn't. How could he tell you such a made-up story? This is the only thing you let me hear in our deal. This is not fair!"

The black bear, who was lying on his back in Zhang Qiling's arms, looked at the other party jumping up and down, and finally, with satisfaction, he put on a serious look, propped himself up, and sat down.

Zhang Qiling wanted to help him, but Hei Xiazi looked at his arms that were wrapped like white radishes and shook his head. This time he did not hide anything, "He is not making it up. He did tell a lot of stories about your childhood. But if you want to hear the main points, I will start from the beginning."

"Tell me something I like to hear." Realizing that Hei Xia Zi was finally serious, Yan Guangxian also came over.

But the other party didn't care whether he liked to hear this or not, "You are born weak and sickly, and you won't live to be twenty years old. Your immortality is indeed the work of Yan Xiaonan."

Zhang Qiling looked at Hei Xia Zi's open and closed lips, and suddenly realized something. He picked up the skull on the ground beside him with difficulty and threw it in an inconspicuous direction. His arm had not recovered, but the force was so great that the skull was embedded in the wall.

The one hiding in the dark and eavesdropping was Yan Bucun, who had followed his memory to get here. The skull that wanted to kill him was only less than a centimeter away from his face. This was when Zhang Qiling attacked before he recovered...

After making an attacking gesture, Zhang Qiling successfully interrupted Hei Xia Zi and also attracted the attention of Yan Guangxian. The two of them were looking in the direction where he threw the skull. Now the person who was hiding had no choice but to show up.

When Yan Bucun walked out, people would always mistake him for Yan Guangshan’s teenage years. Their facial features were about 70% similar, but Xiaocun’s eyes were more outstanding than the other one. “Excuse me… Uncle.”

There was sincerity in his voice, as if this was really just a simple greeting to an elder.

But Yan Guangshan did not show joy when he saw him appear. The young Yan Bugun was suppressing his overwhelming hatred and lying dormant for a thousand years, finally getting a glimmer of hope to survive from the death adversity he brought upon himself.

When Yan Buchun led his people to escape, they almost destroyed the bronze door.

"You still remember to come back?" Yan Guangxian stood up and looked at him. He frowned in disgust, as if he felt that the other party's behavior of exposing their relationship was not good.

Yan Bugun glanced at Hei Xia Zi, with a playful and inquiring look in his ruffian manner, but he shifted his gaze because his eyes had been quickly locked by another person. It was a very familiar feeling, as if they had met before a long time ago.

Zhang Qiling did not feel uncomfortable when he was being scrutinized by the other party.

He looked back, without any avoidance or fear.

Zhang Qiling does not have an ordinary appearance like many people in the crowd. This face is enough to leave a deep impression on people.

Yan Bucun began to recall that cold embrace. He didn't know how many years had passed, but when he looked up he could only touch that pale and thin jaw. However, even if it was only the lower half of the face, the faded brilliance had already overlapped with that of this person.

He did not imitate his obedient behavior in the past. From the polite greeting at the beginning, to realizing that Yan Guangshan hated him, he chose to tear up the current dignity and said harshly, "Uncle, shouldn't you be happy to see me? Or do you think it's appropriate for me to die there?"

Hei Xia Zi, who was given a quick glance by him, had already realized who was standing in front of him. Yan Xiaonan also said something about Xiao Cun, but did not explain the rest of the details.

But now, with this third thousand-year-old monster standing in front of him, Hei Xia Zi couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to deal with the uncle and nephew of the Yan family who were in an even more tense confrontation.

The two of them must be bound together by a deep hatred, and their whole bodies were mobilized at once. Yan Guangshan no longer had time to gnaw on Hei Xia Zi's bone. Instead, he turned to his target. Countless red lines that were originally hidden had all twisted like huge snakes, attacking Yan Bucun.

But Yan Bucun did not dodge or avoid. The red line stopped just before it touched him and flew towards Yan Guangshan, knocking him to the ground like an overwhelming force of water.

"Qi, let's leave while there is chaos." Hei Xia Zi struggled to stand up and was supported by Zhang Qiling. He limped out, moving very slowly.

Zhang Qiling didn't look back. A person who was only vaguely familiar to him was not as good as the black bear who was now sharing the same hardships with him, but their snail-like pace was soon disrupted.

The red lines in the air stretched out like willow branches swayed by strong winds, causing the people's feet to sway violently from side to side, but it was not fatal. It just slowed down the movements of Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling. It seemed that it was done by Yan Guangshan.

Zhang Qiling glanced back and found that Yan Bucun also had an inexplicable ability to control. The red line attacks from his hands were like silk, combining hardness and softness. He was good at tactful and wise strategies, just like his temperament, which made people curious about him and want to explore him.

However, Yan Guangxian's attacking method became more and more fierce. He still had a little remaining rationality in the storm, but he could not resist his nephew's gentle treatment. The beast that could only roar and roar was gradually captured by that tenderness and became a well-behaved house cat.

In the end, this scene did not last long. Yan Guangshan was probably old and weak, and was completely at a disadvantage.

It's really like the wave behind pushes the wave in front, and the wave in front is crashed on the beach.

He was strangled like a snake by the nephew whom he had personally raised. Yan Bucun showed no mercy and tore Yan Guangshan into pieces. The pieces did not fly around, but fell to the ground bit by bit as the ropes were tightened.

Before the tip of Yan Bucun's shoe was stained by the blood on the ground, he had already taken a step towards Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling.

He was so calm and composed that not even a drop of blood was on his face, and his expression was calm, as if killing his uncle was no big deal. His tone was deadly sincere, "He will be resurrected within an hour. We need to leave as soon as possible. Trust me."

He also said similar words in the desert in the future.

He stretched out his hand towards Zhang Qiling and gave him a lukewarm attitude. Then, just as his hand landed at the feet of Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi, the red line that trapped them instantly disappeared out of fear.

Zhang Qiling looked at him.

Seeing that Yan Bucun was a very young man, who seemed to be only three or four years old in his early twenties, he usually didn't like to smile and seemed cold to everyone, but at this moment he was extremely gentle, yet inexperienced, and comforted Zhang Qiling with sincere words.

The other person's face gradually overlapped with Xiao Cun, who once held Fu Fu and smiled innocently. Such a brilliant child was born in the corruption underground.

You should be able to believe it, right?

"Qi, they might be in the same group." Hei Xia Zi warned.

Zhang Qiling, however, held Yan Bucun's hand with his left hand without any hesitation. Being supported by the other party, he could only walk faster. He supported Hei Xiazi's right hand, but never let go, as if to prove that Hei Xiazi's uniqueness was more important.

He shook his head and made a firm promise to Hei Xia Zi, "Xiao Cun, you can trust me."

As we went up, the air became increasingly humid and heavy rain followed. Fortunately, the foundation and threshold of the ancestral hall were higher than those of other houses, so although it rained, no water invaded the hall.

Yan Bugun returned to the ground and pulled out a raincoat from somewhere. He thought it was for himself, but he chose to put it on Zhang Qiling.

However, he was considerate enough to hold an umbrella for the patient Heixiazi to protect him from the rain while he was walking. However, he himself, a person with a mysophobia, lacked tools and was soaked like a drowned rat in the mud.

"Your original destination has been found by those three guys. Take my transportation to leave here. Yan Guangshan and I are not in the same group, don't worry." Yan Bucun explained as he pushed the two of them into the back seat, then sat closely in the driver's seat, turned the key and started the car.

The wipers were turned to the maximum frequency, breaking through the harshness of nature, stirring up mud and sand along the way and rushing forward. Yan Bucun was soaked through and still dripping with water.

Zhang Qiling felt safe, so he relaxed. He leaned against Hei Xia Zi, his arm was broken and painful, and his face was pale and bloodless. He didn't know whether it was the poison or the injury that affected him. He felt drowsy and wanted to sleep, but Hei Xia Zi slapped him awake because he was afraid that he would lose consciousness.

Hei Xiazi's whole body was in pain, but he looked at Yan Bucun's desperate driving style, and while supporting Zhang Qiling, he still asked with concern, "If you drive like this, don't take us into a ravine where we can't get up, and where can you take us?"

Yan Bucun turned the steering wheel quickly and drove towards a recently opened path. His entire driving trajectory was like a running fish. "No, I'm a good driver. You need emergency treatment, but the hospital is not convenient. It will be troublesome for the police to investigate. It's safe to go to my house."

"You are very kind. How could you bring two men of unknown origin home? Although Qi told me to trust you, I know what your relationship with Yan Xiaonan is. Your Yan family is the kind of people who bring harm to others. I will never trust you." Hei Xiazi woke up the unconscious Zhang Qiling again. This time, Zhang Qiling rested his head on his arm. He was filled with suspicion and spoke in a bad tone.

Fortunately, Yan Bucun was not angry. He only took a brief second to glance at the two of them through the rearview mirror. He found that they were very close to each other. He felt a little awkward in his heart. He bit his lip fiercely to calm himself down before speaking:

"I don't know what mission Yan Xiaonan gave you, but you failed to protect him, so I don't trust you either. We are the same. You should save your energy on talking, and don't die before you reach your destination."

Yan Bucun probably has a very sharp tongue.