Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling reminded himself that he needed to leave for a while, so he poked his head under the incense stand, then bent down, stretched out his hand through the gap between the table legs, and hooked the portrait that had automatically fallen down when Yan Bucun used the mechanism.

The moment he got the thing, he stood up immediately.

Even when Zhang Qiling stretched out the canvas, the air seemed exceptionally quiet, until he saw the handsome man in the painting, who looked extremely like himself.

There were finally some ripples in Zhang Qiling's eyes. He didn't know if he was reminiscing about his father, whom he had never seen before and who could only be heard of by the Zhang family. He was a complete stranger to him.

But the next moment, he returned to his usual state, uninterested in everything.

Now, Wu Yu's eye sockets are still red and it hurts when he blinks. He squinted and tried to look in the direction of Zhang Qiling. He could only vaguely know that the other party was holding a spread-out canvas in his hand. The side facing Zhang Qiling was brightly colored. Even though he couldn't see it clearly, he could still feel the brilliant brushstrokes.

Wu Yu asked, "Brother, what is that?"

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Qiling replied.

Zhang Qiling rolled up the portrait and held it in his left hand lightly. The bag was soaked, so the painting would be damaged if he put it in. It seemed that this thing was not really unimportant to the young man.

The young man recalled the location where he had seen the red lines flowing to, and tilted his head to glance at the wall next to him. It was a mechanical door. There was a tiny gap that was difficult to see with the naked eye. If he hadn't used the power of the red jade bead, ordinary people probably wouldn't have been able to see the red lines that were still hanging on the edge of the door and hadn't completely gone in.

They fluttered like swimming fish, perhaps because there was a strange wind blowing out from inside.

Realizing the connection between the two, Zhang Qiling reached out and pressed the wall in front of him where the portrait was originally hung. As his fingers applied force to the two depressions, a secret door gradually opened.

The strong smell of blood wafted out, causing the fat man at the door to jump up. He grabbed Wu Xun's arm or hand, supporting himself and hopping forward, "Brother, what did you do? Such a strong smell of blood, and it's still fresh... No, no, Brother Qi Ling is so powerful and has the help of the underworld Hei Ye, how can it be possible..."

"Brother...brother, where are you?! Is something wrong with Qi Ling and Black Glasses, brother! Say something!!!" Wu Yu supported the fat man and could only see Zhang Qiling's rough back as he walked.

Their rational thinking,

The bloody smell instantly filled the air.

The impact collapsed,

No one dared to be sure what was behind the door, and no one dared to really see what was going on inside. They were only afraid that what they would see were two lifeless corpses.

Yan Bucun drove the car quickly and hastily, but was very steady when he stopped. In front of him was a villa that was not luxurious but quite simple and luxurious hidden in the mountains.

The rain was drizzling and the dark clouds were still there. He got out of the car and rushed to open Zhang Qiling's door. Yan Bucun's face was pale and bloodless, and he didn't even smile. He had a cold temper.

In the sky of Kunming, Yunnan, thunder and lightning flashed and there were howlings in the distant sky. Behind him was the purple lightning that was still roaring, constantly shuttling between day and night, and illuminating his face from above his head.

This heaven-defying light... If Yan Bucun wasn't so good-looking, if this look were on someone else, he would look just like a ghost just pulled out of the water, looking for revenge.

Zhang Qiling, who had just woken up, faced a head-on critical hit from Yan Bugun.

The door of the villa also opened at this time, and three figures rushed out and almost immediately ran to the back door of the car where Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling were.

The Yan family has good genes. The two boys are twins. One is taller than the other. They love to laugh and their fangs are very cute. Their weak temperament makes the only woman look very imposing. She has a ponytail that reaches her collarbone, and there is no loose hair on her forehead or temples. She looks very neat and clean, like a criminal police officer who has worked for many years.

Her eyes wandered doubtfully between Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling.

Then she reached out and pointed at the black bear hiding behind him accurately and quickly, "His condition is more serious! Let him get down first!!!"

As her loud voice fell, the twins immediately turned to the other side of the car, opened the door on Hei Xia Zi's side, and almost pulled him out by force.

"No... you didn't bring me here by force! Do you know who I am... Do you know how much I am worth! If you touch me... you have to pay...! Do you understand?!" Hei Xia Zi is still thinking about making some money from selling his body to be taken advantage of.

But he was indeed just hanging on to his last breath, and now his body and strength were more like the last breath before death.

However, Heixiazi, a 1.85-meter-tall man, was lifted up by two thin boys, which was really embarrassing.

This kind of hospitality made Zhang Qiling's move to save people freeze. Although he knew very well that Yan Bucun in front of him would not do such a ridiculous thing, he still felt that this kidnapping-like behavior made him uncomfortable.

Naihe Yan Bushun looked at Hei Xia Zi, who looked like he was kidnapped by human traffickers, and he was actually used to it, as if the "forced love" of his own family was really some kind of regular medical treatment.

Moreover, he never said a word to his so-called family members from beginning to end, and he would not show any tenderness when they met.

His cold expression lacked any humanity, nor the yearning for family affection that a human should have. He was like a cold pond, silently building a high wall for himself to isolate himself from the outside world and treat everyone fairly.

But Yan Bucun could obviously remain calm and not be affected by his surroundings, but he stretched out his left arm and motioned Zhang Qiling in the car to hold on. This behavior made him feel more real as he returned to the human world, and it also seemed to express his special feeling for Zhang Qiling.

"You are not a disposable item. Your blood is very valuable to the Yan family. Yan Guangshan will not kill you after using you for the first time. In order to use your blood again next time, your bleeding points will be bandaged very accurately. In his case, Yan Guangshan may bandage him... casually."

Yan Bucun explained kindly that he had witnessed the scene with his own eyes, and in order to distance himself from the relationship or to restore his image in Zhang Qiling's heart, he no longer called Yan Guangxian "uncle".

But seeing that Zhang Qiling still didn't take his arm, he stretched it forward. This gentlemanly courtesy seemed strange to Zhang Qiling when he heard the wailing of the black bear in the distance again.

Probably it's inappropriate.

However, Zhang Qiling really had no strength, and he didn't know that the toxins in his body were counteracting each other. To put it simply, perhaps Yan Xiaonan had already calculated everything, including that Yan Bucun would deviate from the plan to save Zhang Qiling, so as soon as Zhang Qiling arrived at the Yan family branch, the Qilin blood in his body had already begun the detoxification mode.

This state caused Zhang Qiling's body to heat up quickly, and he even felt a little weak in his legs. He had no better choice of movement, so he simply held on to Yan Bucun's arm.

Perhaps it was the spontaneous heat that made Zhang Qiling's hot hands touch the other person, and it did not turn into the "little inch" hidden in his body.

Zhang Qiling didn't care about so much, he had already discovered that Yan Bucun was even colder than he had imagined. Bingzhezi and Bingtuozi's eyes met. Even though Zhang Qiling was having a high fever, he couldn't melt the high wall in each other's heart. Their personalities were too similar, so the two saw-mouthed gourds seemed speechless when facing each other.

"You are cold." Zhang Qiling spoke based on facts, breaking the deadlock without even knowing it himself. A slight fluctuation appeared in his cold eyes that showed no emotion.

Yan Bucun did not withdraw his hand, but he was inevitably burned by the other's body temperature. "I'm not cold, that's your illusion, you have a fever."

Zhang Qiling touched his forehead with his hand, but because his whole body was hot, he couldn't feel anything.

"It's cold outside, come in and deal with it. Be obedient." Fortunately, Yan Bucun had coaxed him in a semi-soft tone and walked all the way to the villa.

However, Hei Xia Zi was not as leisurely as the other two. He was like a mental patient, with his limbs tied to a stretcher. The three men pushed him into the operating room together. It was such a big scene that people thought he was going to die.

The villa was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which was quite in line with Yan Bucun's cleanliness obsession. Even the sofas were still covered in bags, which was enough to show how extremely clean Yan Bucun was.

Zhang Qiling couldn't help but think that holding the other person's hand now might be the dirtiest thing in the world for Yu Yanbusun.

However, even though the clothes were still dripping with water, Yan Bucun did not let go of Zhang Qiling's hand. Instead, he used one hand to clean the sofa that was not covered with dust at all, and persuaded Zhang Qiling to rest, "You stay here first. You have a special blood type. I will go get the blood transfusion equipment."

There was an unknown scent of horn soap in the air, fresh and elegant. Zhang Qiling moved his nose and found that the scent was coming from Yan Bucun.

"Where...is Qi?" Zhang Qiling fell on the soft white sofa and pulled Yan Bucun's left sleeve. After entering the villa, Hei Xia Zi's voice was like a pause button was pressed, making him feel uneasy and eager to know the other party's situation.

Yan Bucun tapped his ear with his right hand, as if he was smiling, or as if he had just taken off some kind of disguise at that moment. "I have good hearing. He is safe. I heard my sister's needle stitching his skin and flesh. The man in sunglasses, his blood pressure and heartbeat are all very stable. Don't worry. What matters is you. You are the most important, understand? I will treat you first."

"See you, Qi." Zhang Qiling looked at the other person's earlobe that had turned white from blisters and had a hole that had been pierced not long ago. In his memory, Xiao Cun had never demonstrated any extraordinary hearing skills. The discrepancy here made him prop himself up and face Yan Bucun's already grown face.

Yan Bucun restrained his smile and stared at Zhang Qiling's persistent look in a daze. His tone was very gentle, as if he had returned to the childish and coquettish manner of his childhood.

"Brother Qi Ling, will you be obedient?"