Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The feet of the terracotta warriors in front of Zhang Qiling were cut off by him and fell in a row. So when he raised his eyes, he happened to see a hint of white squeezed out from the gap in the corridor, like some kind of human clothing.

He was about to reach out to grab it, but he saw that the scattered white was frightened, and it was pulled away quickly as if it had life.

At the same time, the fat man fired his gun as expected, and a bullet flew past Zhang Qiling at a high speed.

The bullet narrowly grazed Zhang Qiling's cheek, leaving a finger-long blood mark on his pale face. The angle of the bullet deviated due to the gunman's unstable hand. It was because Zhang Qiling trusted the person behind him so much that he had no worries and did not care much about the other party's staggered shooting techniques.

However, Zhang Qiling did not wipe the blood off his face in a hurry. He just looked back with concern to confirm the fat man's condition.

Although the fat man's left hand could not achieve the same precision as his right hand, Zhang Qiling did not condemn him in his heart, but only felt nervous towards the fat man.

Perhaps it was because he and Wu Yu both knew how important these hands, which could earn them a living, were to Fatty. In the homestay before meeting Zhang Qiling, Fatty even applied a facial mask on his hands.

At that time, Wu Yu was still with his hands on his hips, looking at the fat man in confusion as he treated his thick hands so harshly.

The fat man also liked to bring up some knowledge that was poisoned by so-called experts in front of Wu Yu and Zhang Qiling, saying things like applying a facial mask can make your hands as tender as ninety-nine... squeezing cucumber juice can make you as fresh as young meat, etc., which made people feel overwhelmed when they heard it.

"Fatty, you're not going to braise yourself, are you? This is a society ruled by law! My brother and I don't eat human flesh!!!" Wu Mi's angry voice scolding the fat man still lingered in his ears.

Zhang Qiling just blinked when he thought of this. He knew very well that his concern was foolish. It would be more practical to kill more terracotta warriors to clear the way for Wu Yu and the fat man.

So Zhang Qiling stopped thinking about it, turned around, and raised his knife to face the terracotta warrior again.

The bullet had already rushed into the center of its tentacle, and then its back of the skull was completely pierced through, but the terracotta warrior just waved the tentacles on its head blankly, without any intention of falling down. But then, in the next second, it reacted to the current situation, and it used its tentacles to pry open the heads of other terracotta warriors, and even pushed these annoying fellows aside like grass in the burrow.

Its tentacles once again accurately locked onto Zhang Qiling's position. The terracotta warrior jumped with his severed feet, and the wound touched the ground, and a bunch of brown secretions dripped out. He wanted to get closer to Zhang Qiling a little bit more.

No one knows where this creature's eyes are, so how can it tell where people are?

Zhang Qiling had no time to care, let alone think about the moon-white shadow. He could only increase the force of his chopping, violently and wantonly.

The stench of corpses and strange fragrance in the air became stronger and stronger and lingered for a long time as the black gold ancient sword was swung. Zhang Qiling knew that he was almost exhausted and fell to the ground.

When his knife penetrated into the interior of the terracotta warriors, he realized that these guys were not made of fresh human flesh and blood. They were a kind of rotten body that had been dormant for a long time and had not yet weathered like honey after a thousand years.

Their blood, which also contained the dirty mucus produced by soft-bodied creatures, made Zhang Qiling's attacks seem even weaker. Once his blade was embedded in the opponent's body, he would need to expend more energy to pull out the black gold ancient sword.

Zhang Qiling kept increasing his speed and strength, slicing off every tentacle growing on the terracotta warriors, trying to completely deprive them of their ability to attack and move. This desperate attack made the blade's landing points appear regular and messy. He was like a machine that worked endlessly. In his own program, he was only responsible for recording the killing of these monsters and protecting Wu Di and Fatty...

Besides that, there was no room for his own safety in his world.

There were continuous gunshots behind, gradually approaching Zhang Qiling. Wu Yu and Fatty were holding guns, and the flashlights were sweeping from near to far. In the dark corridor, a steady stream of maggot-like terracotta warriors were crawling or jumping out, like predators that had smelled fresh food. They seemed to regard Zhang Qiling, Wu Yu and Fatty as a delicious meal to fill their stomachs.

When the three of them's backs were pressed together, they realized they had nowhere to retreat; they were surrounded!

Hei Xia Zi looked slightly stunned, and his eyes moved down to stare at Yan Bucun's hand behind his back.

"What's going on?" There was obvious surprise in Hei Xia Zi's low voice.

Unexpectedly, Yan Bucun just shook his head at him, then raised his chin, indicating that Zhang Qiling was still waiting for them to speak.

So Hei Xia Zi could only stand up straight and move away from Yan Bucun. He didn't smile for a long time and no one knew what he was thinking about. He cast his eyes at Yan Bucun's hands several times, but was glared back at by the other person.

Zhang Qiling didn't understand the interaction between the two. He was still trying to roll his tongue to finish the chocolate in his mouth quickly. His eyes stayed on Hei Xia Zi who was talking with Yan Bu Cun in his ear. The other party was wearing a white outfit that didn't match his personality.

It seems to have been provided by Yan Bucun... Zhang Qiling thought.

Anyway, Hei Xia Zi was now immersed in the cold morning sunlight, which made the sunglasses on his nose look a little awkward, giving him a reasonable ruffian air and another kind of inappropriate silence.

Hei Xia Zi probably wasn't laughing.

Anyway, the corners of Hei Xia Zi's mouth, which were originally teasing Yan Bucun, had quickly drooped down. He looked so serious that people could not ignore him. He frowned slightly and rubbed the back of his head irritably, expressing his disbelief towards Yan Bucun with body movements.

Hei Xia Zi's actions showed a helpless compromise with Yan Bu Cun.

So, as Zhang Qiling was thinking about this, the person he was staring at changed from Hei Xia Zi to Yan Bu Cun who had calmed down.

Yan Bucun, as if afraid of being misunderstood, immediately pushed Hei Xiazi away with his intact left hand on the side of his leg. He gave Zhang Qiling a bitter smile, which contained no condemnation but only a kind of tolerance that accommodated Hei Xiazi's depression.

Hei Xia Zi, who had regained his sight, could only nod to Yan Bucun, then took a long step and returned to Zhang Qiling's side. His steps were so impatient that if there were not only a few steps between him and Zhang Qiling, he might have run to Zhang Qiling's side.

In less than two seconds, Hei Xia Zi was already standing on the same side as Zhang Qiling.

This made Yan Bucun drop his eyes in depression. He stood there with his hands behind his back stubbornly, not taking a single step forward.

The atmosphere between Heixiazi and Yan Bucun was particularly abnormal, when they met before, it was not like the fear of an employee meeting a rat, but they were basically on the verge of a fight over some trivial matters, such as small things like the sunglasses provided by Yan Bucun today not matching Heixiazi's temperament, and the wealthy boss Yan Bucun was miserably treated by Heixiazi's crying and throwing a tantrum, and big things like Zhang Qiling was grabbed by the sleeves by the two of them and had to choose a menu like the Khan recruiting soldiers.

However, in the end, because Zhang Qiling ordered double the chocolate, she was completely deprived of the right to order food, and even received a one-stop light meal personally designated by Hei Xia Zi and Yan Bu Cun.

The abnormal atmosphere between them made Zhang Qiling's eyes wander hesitantly between the two people.

Unexpectedly, when meeting Zhang Qiling's gaze, Hei Xiazi did not avoid or dodge, and even childishly bumped Zhang Qiling's arm with his shoulder, but the force was not painful. He really looked like a spoiled child, and even his tone was a little slippery, "Qi, didn't you have something to say just now? Let's go out and talk it over, so as not to disturb Boss Yan from his work later."

Hei Xiazi's actions were like a dog trying to please its owner, a loyal dog with a pure black heart but a new white coat, but the words he said clearly had the intention of driving people away.

The scary thing is that Zhang Qiling, who had an incredible comprehension ability, didn't understand. He even shook his head stubbornly, completely melted the chocolate in his mouth, and had no intention of leaving at all.

"Let's fight." Zhang Qiling's voice was clear, which made clear what he had just said.

After saying that, Zhang Qiling sat down on the ground. Hei Xiazi tried to pull him up and take him away, but he couldn't. Zhang Qiling even moved forward a few times and clenched Yan Bucun's trouser legs pitifully with his hands in resistance. He was so childish that he was scared. He must have learned this from Hei Xiazi who had caused trouble for Yan Bucun in the past.

Zhang Qiling immediately said, "He followed."

What he meant was that Yan Bucun must be brought along on this trip.

This time, Zhang Qiling, who didn't understand what Hei Xiazi said, was very persistent. It might be because he always had a keen sense of danger in advance, and that feeling was telling him.

Yan Bucun is in danger and cannot leave, or Yan Bucun is very important and he must be taken away. Combining these two ideas may not be a bad new idea. Of course, Zhang Qiling must have considered it carefully.

Yan Bucun is a man of few words, but once you offend him, this quiet rabbit will become ruthless. He is aloof but kind to people, and often forgets that he is a man taller than Hei Xiazi. So the fact that Hei Xiazi was able to get so close to him so easily just now can be regarded as a kind of indulgence by Yan Bucun who bowed his head slightly.

Even Zhang Qiling knew that there wouldn't be any affectionate scenes between them, but the fact that they were working together was out in the open at this moment made it impossible for a fool like him to ignore it.

Hei Xiazi grabbed Zhang Qiling by the back of his collar and repeated all the reasons he could think of. "After we get out, I'll give you a piece of new chocolate. It's bubbly and tastes much better than the pure chocolate you just had... The sun is very good today, not too hot or too cold, and there's not even a bit of wind. You can bask in the sun for a while... Or we can go watch TV... Aren't you curious about the production process of the small cakes that are served every afternoon at four?"

His entire mouth was smoking.

After all, Yan Bucun was too weird. Hei Xiazi sighed and held his forehead with his hand.

Being injured is not something worth hiding... Although the wound is quite horrific, why doesn't Yan Bucun want Zhang Qiling to know?

Hei Xia Zi was resentful in his heart. If he were a wild boar that loved his own Qi Ling, he would have definitely taken advantage of his serious injuries to cry bitterly to show his weakness and gain sympathy from Zhang Qi Ling.

Maybe it was because of Yan Guangshan's teaching, Hei Xia Zi thought, Yan Bugun's arrogant temper was completely inherited from Yan Guangshan's unyielding backbone. His education may have never taught him how to open his heart and cry out in pain in such an environment.

There was a hole in Yan Bushun's palm burned by the red jade bead just now, and a large number of red threads were drilling into his wound uncontrollably. The wound could not form an effective scab under their intensive attack.

Of course, Yan Bucun himself was unable to stop these guys from rampaging inside his body.

The red lines stretched from the palm to the wrist, along the elbow and onto the shoulder. Countless of them hidden in the muscle layer were moving deeper and deeper. Perhaps they had tasted the taste, and all of them had squeezed into Yan Bu Cun's blood vessels.

The smallest ones began to burst first, causing ugly bruises on his arms hidden under his clothes. Fortunately, the jacket he was wearing had long sleeves... Yan Bucun was extremely grateful for his outfit today.

Finally, after all kinds of probing, the red line had penetrated Yan Bucun's entire blood circulation system.

Yan Bucun's complexion is not very good now, and his lips have lost color, but his ability to endure pain may be much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Even though Yan Bushun's palm was in excruciating pain and even had a bloody hole, he could still pull up his trouser leg with his left hand without changing his expression and break away from Zhang Qiling's hand that was rushing towards him again.

What a pity…Yan Bucun thought.

If he was not in this state now, he would definitely use a hug to warm up this cold person who took the initiative to open up to him for the first time.

Yan Bucun maintained a decent appearance, but the blood vessels in his neck were bulging with red lines, and it felt like countless poisonous insects were crawling under his skin.

Those things moved violently, and given that Yan Bucun's reaction was relatively slow this time, Zhang Qiling raised his head with something strange in mind. This look probably directly exposed the embarrassment that Yan Bucun was trying hard to hide.

Zhang Qiling's expression changed slightly, and his black and white eyes showed obvious fluctuations. He loosened Yan Bucun's trouser leg, then stood up and faced Yan Bucun's vague and guilty eyes.

Now seeing that he could no longer hide the secret from Zhang Qiling, Hei Xia Zi simply gave up his urge to take the person out.

Yan Bucun turned his gaze back. He really couldn't bear to see this person staring at him for too long with such eyes. Perhaps it was because he had never seen Zhang Qiling so serious... which led to a kind of compromise in which he was deeply immersed in those eyes.

Zhang Qiling's expression was different from the focus on mobilizing his brain's cognition when facing the monster. There was a different kind of beauty in the way he showed concern.

The next second, Zhang Qiling's cold fingertips lightly pressed on a protruding blood vessel on Yan Bucun's neck.

"Crazy." Zhang Qiling's voice was still soft, but it clearly contained a hint of anger that Yan Bucun was hiding.

Yan Bucun took out his right hand and used his two failed hair-hill fingers to clamp the fingertips of Zhang Qiling who wanted to move along the red line and then move under the collarbone.

He said, "Well, it's crazy. I should have thought that I couldn't hide anything from you."