Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"How can you be sure that you are the one who holds the power of life and death?" asked Zhang Qiling while lying in the water.

Yan Yi looked over and found that the other person was hiding in a dark shadow, and he could only vaguely see a white outline, which was probably the coat that Yan Buchun had buttoned on Zhang Qiling earlier.

And that down jacket was really large, almost covering Zhang Qiling completely, but the light came out from two places on his body.

The first one was the single eye that was exposed because Zhang Qiling was lying on his side. The iris was as red as it could be, and his expression was like a young but naturally swift beast, with a never-give-up spirit ingrained in his bones.

The second reason was that Zhang Qiling did not pull up his coat, causing a bead to be exposed from the collar, and it was still emitting a curious light.

Yan Yi raised his eyebrows. He had realized what these two things together meant, so he did not act rashly. He just stayed where he was and used his tentacles to defend himself, layer upon layer, like a wall, blocking the waterway in front of both sides.

Even though Yan Bucun couldn't see Zhang Qiling, he still stared at that place. The comparison between the two expressions was enough to show that the former was afraid of the weak beast's growth, while the latter was only worried and nervous about that person's condition and was anxious to prevent him from losing control.

He could even see that the souls of Zhang Qiling and Xiaocun seemed to have reached a balance. Perhaps the two consciousnesses had reached some kind of coexistence condition in order to meet the enemy, or perhaps it was because the bead had played a role, causing Zhang Qiling to have to be controlled by Xiaocun. After all, what was stored in the bead was his own soul.

There are seven souls in total, but Yan Bucun has never really found them... But now even if they are right in front of him, he dare not take them back from Zhang Qiling in a high-sounding manner. These souls that have been separated for many years have already possessed independent thoughts, and will those souls really be willing to come back?

However, the combined power of Xiaocun's soul and one spirit is enough to prevent Yanyi, a man with only one soul, from making any new moves.

Zhang Qiling stood up despite the fatigue and pain. The red blending in his eyes was very beautiful, but no one had time to appreciate it, because there were probably two consciousnesses controlling his body, which caused his limbs to be uncoordinated.

It even appeared awkward. The left hand on this side had already struggled to pull out the soft blade at the waist to prepare for battle, while the right hand on the other side was still grabbing the corner of the clothes with an extremely nervous look.

I really don't know if when they take action later, staying in the same body, will their left hand fight while the soul on the right side is still controlling the mouth, shouting "no, no" all the time.

But if the fat man stood here and understood this kind of soul symbiosis, he would probably praise it a lot and comfort Zhang Qiling by saying: "Damn, brother Qiling, your skills are really amazing. Do you know that you can play rock-paper-scissors with yourself for the rest of your life!"

However, they have very different personalities. One is calm and sharp, still observing the breakthrough point of this tentacle wall, while the other, after all, is still young and is still licking his lips nervously.

After all, Xiao Cun is still a child. When he pretends to be Yan Guangxian, he tries hard to pretend to be an adult, but when he becomes himself, his shyness and inferiority will unconsciously show up. This kind of behavior is a curse that is deeply imprinted in his soul during that period and can never be erased.

Because he was born to a prostitute, he deserved to be abandoned. And because his father was a general with great military achievements, he deserved to be taken away. He had never experienced a day of wealth and glory, and his past, which was too painful to recall, was full of beatings and kicks.

He is brainwashed every day, and is morally blackmailed by the question of why others can do it but he can't. So in order to please others, the young Xiaocun keeps trying to be someone else every day.

But Xiao Cun was trapped in that square little courtyard and thatched hut, leading a life worse than pigs and dogs. How could he know what true excellence was?

Therefore, he didn't know that there was a child prodigy in the city who touched gold bricks at the age of five, engaged in business at the age of ten, or the top scorer in the high school at the age of twelve...

He was just trapped in the poorest place in a prosperous place, and thought that his uncle Yan Ran, who had once criticized him the most and whom others dared not disobey, was excellent.

He didn't know that the unquestionable status brought by it was just a bubble of vanity built up by money, fame and fortune. He wanted to imitate Yan Ran's excellence, greatness and perfection... but he ignored the other party's disregard for human life, twisted and stubborn character, and the bullying he received over and over again.

No, maybe Xiao Cun also knows it, but if he wants to survive, he also needs to learn the principle of cannibalism.

So, in the end,

He really ate Fu Fu just to survive.

"Brother, can we... change sides?" Even though Xiao Cun had Zhang Qiling's voice, he still couldn't get rid of that childish trembling voice. After all, it wasn't him who said those harsh words just now!

He didn't dare to really challenge the monster on the other side. After all, in terms of time, the monster was the one who lived the longest. Xiao Cun wanted to shrink his head, fearing that he would be killed in an instant, but Zhang Qiling was not afraid! He asked a question and directly blew it up, separating the two sides.

Zhang Qiling also pulled out the knife on his right side, and then held all of them in his hand. He had faced countless enemies, and when he spoke, he was much more concise than the other party, "Okay."

The two of them quickly switched the positions of the bodies they controlled.

After all, Zhang Qiling's left shoulder was still injured, and who knows when he would draw his knife and his arm would fly out. However, the right hand that was bitten by the blood corpse could still ensure that the rotation of the wrist was not affected. No matter who was asked to choose between the two, it is estimated that they would choose to hold the knife with the right hand.

Yan Yi didn't believe that Xiao Cun, with the blessing of a soul, could compete with him to any extent, but if, with the blessing of this power and cooperation with Zhang Qiling, it would be hard to say. He glanced at Yan Bucun and the net with a person on it with some regret, reluctant to give up this great opportunity.

There is an ancient book called "Abhidharmakosha". Among greed, anger and ignorance, he is the one who is angry. He is hostile, narrow-minded, absolutely selfish to the point of using any means necessary and will not tolerate others' questioning or refutation. He has the control desire and arrogance of those in power in the old era. If he is asked to let go of the fat sheep Yan Bucun, he will be really unwilling.

But before he could leave, the flames that rose up from the opposite side instantly created a big hole in the wall formed by the tentacles.

There was no blood or mucus on the tip of Zhang Qiling's knife. He turned around and rushed forward. His snow-white blade was wrapped with a layer of fire-proof red line transformed from Xiaocun's soul. It was brighter than orange flames and more dazzling than open flames. The wrapping of this line greatly increased the thickness of the soft blade.

Yan Yi, who retreated urgently, immediately used his new tentacles to block Zhang Qiling's knife. He easily used the enormous power of the tentacles to directly deflect Zhang Qiling's knife. The soft blade flew really fast, and due to inertia, it was deeply embedded in the tentacle beside Yan Bucun's ear.

Yan Yi turned his head in shock, then quickly came back to his senses. Almost gritting his teeth, he reached out and pulled out Zhang Qiling's knife, and threw it back with brute force. He hated things that went against his plan, and he hated even more that the trajectory of the knife was what Zhang Qiling had predicted.

As the blade spun, Yan Bucun could sense that all the red lines on the knife had disappeared!

And Yan Yi had no time to look back, no time to stop it, and no time to notice it.

Yan Bucun lowered his head, smiling silently in his heart. Then, he felt the red line created by the same soul, which shuttled through the tentacles on both sides of him little by little. The destruction of neurons destroyed the instinctive consciousness and pain nerves that controlled the tentacle muscles.

Yan Yi obviously knew nothing about it, because to him, the movement was so fast that he didn't feel any pain at all.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Bucun fell directly down like a prey that had luckily survived because the spider web was destroyed, but he had to make sure to move extremely quietly so as not to be discovered.

Yan Yi lost the medium to feel the soul, and he didn't know that the transmission was interrupted because of the uncontrollable tentacles, and all the souls that were sucked out were returned to Yan Bucun without a single soul left. He just stood there arrogantly, concentrating on using new tentacles to interrupt the flight of the knife. Only when he heard the sound of the knife entering the water and hitting the stone did he feel relieved.

He was a person who got angry too easily. When he got angry, he lost all rationality and only had constant killing and a perverted desire to be satisfied. He was the bad side, and it was also a part that once existed in Yan Bucun's body.

He is his own evil.

Zhang Qiling knew that once the tentacles moved, their huge size would create a certain visual blind spot for Yan Yi. After all, a small knife was nothing compared to a giant like that. He also used this little time to reverse the situation.

In less than half a second, he successfully slid out the other knife tucked in his sleeve. The knife was covered with Qilin's blood from the fresh cut on his palm. With another spin, he swung it away, and flames instantly rose up. In the instant the tentacles fell, Yan Yi had no time to dodge.

Because the tentacles that Yan Yi had just used to block the wall and fix Yan Bucun were all broken, he had no choice but to think about why his tentacles would not come out again. He was now like a beast with all its teeth pulled out, unable to even chew grass. He could only threaten Zhang Qiling with his mouth:

"Do you want him to die?! He is still in my hand, if I die, he will die too!!!"

And the "he" mentioned by Yan Yi was obviously Yan Bucun.

At the same time, Yan Bucun behind Yan Yi had already straightened up, pulled out the gun from his waist, and loaded it neatly, but suddenly his index finger began to tremble. This was probably one of the rare times he had this disease over the years. However, he briefly attributed this to a physical reaction caused by his soul being extracted.

But when Zhang Qiling saw Yan Bucun holding a gun and heard Yan Yi's unintimidating shouting, he calmly tapped his temple with his index finger. This was probably the only time that such a cold and aloof person like him had ever shown an unmerciful mockery.

Then, there was Xiaocun's merciless sound, "Bang!"

As the last word fell, Yan Bucun's gun was already aimed at Yan Yi.

He is his own inherent goodness.

Yan Yi felt a chill on his temples. He looked at the man beside him in disbelief. The man had broken free from all restraints. He was dressed in black and had a cold face. On the other side, Zhang Qiling was wearing two layers of down jackets, both white inside and out. The two of them, like the Black and White Impermanence in the underground, were here to claim his life...

The fear of death was growing stronger and stronger, which made Yan Yi stand there in shock and suddenly laughed.