Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling's quick withdrawal made Yan Bucun realize from the bottom of his heart how important he was in the other person's heart.

But the current situation does not allow his jealousy to rise.

Yan Bucun dodged and pressed down Zhang Qiling's knife. Then, his red thread caught Zhang Qiling's feet and fixed him in place. Then, in less than a few seconds, he quickly rushed to Wu Yu's side and grabbed his shoulder. He asked without thinking, "Do you know about the candied haws string?"

"Know?" Wu Yu answered subconsciously, but he was obviously doubtful. He obviously did not understand the deeper meaning of Yan Buyun.

It was the Fatty who was a master of using allegorical sayings. After hearing what was said, he suddenly grabbed Li Yuchen at the same time, and then gathered around them, and explained Yan Bucun's incoherent words, "Tian Zhen, hold me and retreat!"

Wu Xie understood now, so the next moment, he reached out and grabbed the fat man's coat, and then let Yan Bucun use his inhuman strength to pull himself, the fat man, and Xiaohua back mercilessly like a string of candied haws.

However, he really didn't understand why Yan Guifu would speak in such an obscure way in an emergency.

But before Wu Yu could find a reasonable way to ask the question, he felt his back falling on someone's cold chest.

"Qi Ling...you!" Wu Yu tilted his head and said half a sentence excitedly, but then he got stuck in his mouth. He looked away in panic, not daring to look at the other person.

Zhang Qiling merely moved his gaze slightly around Wu Yu's mouth. The other's delicate lower face was stained with dried brown blood. Although it was his own blood, it still looked eye-catching.

Taking advantage of the fact that Zhang Qiling was alone and not being hugged by Yan Bucun, the fat man broke away from Wu Yu's hands and moved closer to carefully examine Zhang Qiling's injuries.

The thick down jacket concealed all the pain under Zhang Qiling's thin body, as if he was deceiving himself, deceiving himself that this was not Wu Mi's slander, and he was also deceiving himself that there would be no pain, and he would just pretend that he could not see it and it had never existed.

But the fat man could see Zhang Qiling's strength from his pale face. Compared to Wu Yu who was controlled by an unknown force and knew nothing about it, the fat man understood better what Zhang Qiling needed to hear most.

"Brother Qi Ling, let me help you take care of your wound." The fat man was too cautious, fearing that the other party would refuse.

Zhang Qiling did not reply for a short time. He just looked away from Wu Yu's face, then raised his head and turned his gaze to Yan Bucun, who was fighting in the pile of red lines but was about to lower the protective shield for everyone.

Although Wu Yu was displeased by Zhang Qiling's behavior, he could not treat Yan Bucun, a living person, as air. He could not, in this situation, change from a person who was saved to a sinner who caused the death of his benefactor.

Then, an unexpected situation occurred. Wu Yu gritted his teeth, made a decision in his heart, and suddenly pushed Zhang Qiling. Although the force was neither light nor heavy, Zhang Qiling saw that the red line binding his feet suddenly lost its force. If he had not stood firm in time, he would probably fall headfirst into the ground.

"Qiling, go ahead, remember..." Wu Yu's eyes were dodging, but the water from Zhang Qiling's down jacket was still hanging in his palm. He twisted it uncontrollably for a moment before mustering up the courage to shout, "I'll wait for you here!"

Wu Yu's kindness instantly took over, and he blurted out words to push Zhang Qiling to other people, but he didn't regret it at all. All the negative emotions of jealousy, resentment and hatred suddenly disappeared completely. Even his slightly soaked and drooping clothes seemed to have lost a lot of weight as he felt the joy in his heart of supporting Zhang Qiling.

But what Zhang Qiling saw was that the red thread seemed to have drawn away some kind of black mist from Wu Yu's body. This form seemed to be the appearance of a soul. Could it be that he was controlled by this power? Zhang Qiling wondered if the Ghost Seal also had the ability to store souls like the Red Jade Bead... What about the bronze bell? Besides bewitching people and creating illusions, what else could it do?

"Okay." Zhang Qiling responded. He didn't have time to hesitate. After he finished speaking, he quickly dodged, instantly distanced himself from Wu Yu and the others, and plunged headfirst into the attack of the red line.

Every blade was sharp and powerful. Zhang Qiling's swordsmanship seemed to cut the space alive, causing the red lines to break and fall aimlessly. He managed to carve out a path for himself.

At the same time, the red jade bead hanging on Zhang Qiling's neck swayed because of his movements, and acted as a bright lamp to illuminate his vision. The tiny light was uncontrollably and strangely smudged, like the scorching sun close to the earth, emitting a terrifying power.

The soul hidden in the red jade bead slowly gathered from a black mist that was invisible to the naked eye, and finally changed into a camouflage, transforming into a young Heluo fish, which rushed back and forth in the bead.

At the same time, Zhang Qiling had already rushed out of the most densely populated area, and clearly saw Yan Bucun from the gaps in the gradually sparse red lines.

Although it was only a moment, he could see that the other party was curled up into a ball and shivering uncontrollably. Its down jacket seemed to be torn open, and the lining inside was flying around. At first glance, it looked like a kitten with black fur and a fluffy white belly. It also looked like it had experienced a life-and-death battle with other stray cats and was now licking its wounds alone.

"Wake up..." Zhang Qiling came to him and found that this man really didn't care about his own life. He actually used all the red lines to strengthen the shield protecting Wu Yu and the others, but he himself did not resist at all...

Yan Bucun allowed himself to be tortured, cut, and injured to the extreme, then he passed out with his consciousness scattered, just as simply and calmly, as if he wanted to accept his own death.

But Zhang Qiling could not tolerate such a fool who sacrificed himself for the livelihood of others to die like this. He shook the soft blade, changed hands neatly, and used his right hand to barely hold the hood of Yan Bucun's down jacket, and then started to walk towards Wu Yu and others.

As everyone knows, the weight of a person after fainting is extremely heavy, and Zhang Qiling's right hand was not much better than his left hand. But he didn't care which hand was used to rescue him. He only knew that he had to take a step forward and return to the shelter that Yan Bucun had created for them, so as not to let the other party down.

But as Zhang Qiling carried the person away, it was inevitable that Yan Bucun's originally hidden wound began to bleed, dripping and leaving marks on the ground, but because the environment was too dark, it could not be seen clearly at all.

However, Zhang Qiling was able to sense it entirely because of one thing, that is, the red line suddenly lit up. This situation seemed to only appear when Yan Bucun smeared blood on it.

The entire space turned red in Zhang Qiling's eyes, as if blood was poured here, and Yan Bugun's blood, like a burning flame, quickly swept across all the red lines that belonged to him and gathered at one point, which was right above everyone's heads.

"What's going on?" Xie Yuchen tightly grasped the dragon-patterned stick in his hand. Everything here was beyond his impression of the tomb. The appearance of monsters, Wu Yu's sudden attack, and the attack of the mechanism were invisible...

All of these things, how could they exist in this world!

But Zhang Qiling supported Yan Bucun, handed the knife in his hand to the fat man, and then took off the mask of the person in his arms who was already unrecognizable. Somehow, he always had a feeling that perhaps Wu Yu, the fat man and Jie Yuchen would forget everything here sooner or later.

Including himself.

Zhang Qiling felt a click under his feet, and the ground was actually rising. A big hole appeared in the dome above, and at the end was brightly lit. It was the round platform where the blood coffin was found. However, this time, the blood coffin was replaced by them.

"We can leave the same way we came now." Zhang Qiling felt that his originally thin breathing had become smoother due to the infusion of oxygen from the upper layer.

Everyone on this trip was in a state of disarray. Zhang Qiling's body was mixed with his and Yan Bucun's blood. At that time, they still had only a vague understanding of the matter and were not aware of the more outrageous truth.

But a decade of misunderstanding is about to begin.

So this time, the one who was controlled was Zhang Qiling.

After walking out of the snow mountain, everyone managed to bandage each other, but Zhang Qiling knew that Yan Bucun did not suffer from hypothermia due to blood loss, and his fever was even getting hotter and hotter.

Zhang Qiling also knew that he could not have any contact with Wu Yu, and he could not let Yan Bucun absorb Xiao Cun so unrestrainedly. But he felt that it would not be an easy task to leave him to anyone, so he walked slowly with the other person on his back through his clothes.

But who knew that with every step he took, the ghost seal on Yan Bucun's chest began to flicker unclearly, and a trace of soul that had not been verified by Zhang Qiling drilled into his shoulder through the wound, enriching and strengthening Xiaocun's power.

His heart suddenly ached and Zhang Qiling stopped in his tracks.

"Qi Ling, what's wrong?" Wu Yu had been observing Zhang Qi Ling, fearing that the other party was too reluctant.

Zhang Qiling just felt that the snow in front of him was uncontrollably enlarged, and then covered with a bright blood-like color.

Click...

When Zhang Qiling saw Wu Mi holding the gun tightly against his shoulder, he warned himself that this was not real and shook his head in an attempt to regain consciousness, but everything was heading towards an uncontrollable outcome.

He felt the same rage that Wu Yu had felt when he was captured by the Ghost Seal and the Bronze Bell. Zhang Qiling subconsciously kicked him down!

Wu Yu was lying in the snow, not knowing whether to ask Zhang Qiling what happened or to get up first. He stood there in a daze, and was finally pulled up by Fatty and Jie Yuchen.

What a wonderful reincarnation...

"He's not in a good condition, Wu Yu, don't get close to him!" Xie Yuchen protected Wu Yu and took the lead to block in front, but Zhang Qiling raised his scarlet eyes, and then restored his normal color in a short moment. The game and erosion of the two consciousnesses made Zhang Qiling kneel directly in the snow with Yan Bucun on his back.

A moment later, Zhang Qiling said to leave me.

After a while, Xiao Cun came again and said with a smile, "Let's play a game."

This insane state made the fat man confused. He wanted to move forward but was forced to stop. However, the concern in his eyes leaked out uncontrollably, "Brother Qi Ling..."

He thought Zhang Qiling was deceiving himself and didn't care about the harm they caused, so he kept suppressing his emotions, which eventually led to such a crazy result.

"Xiaohua, we have to take him away, he needs treatment!!!" Wu Yu disagreed with Xie Yuchen for the first time, "Didn't you see he was still bleeding? The thing on his back is not right either. We can't just stand here and do nothing. Can't the three of us hold them down?!"

"Wu Yu, I know what you mean." Xie Yuchen slightly restrained the dragon-patterned stick, but his expression did not relax at all. However, he still explained the situation, "But their skills are not something we can handle..."

"No matter what, we have to capture Brother Qi Ling first, right? He's dead if he doesn't get down the mountain due to his current injuries!!" The fat man was extremely anxious. If his hand was intact, he would have wanted to pick the man up and run away.

"Looking for Hei Xia Zi, isn't he always with Zhang Qiling? I don't believe he would just abandon her here and walk away!" Wu Yu subconsciously took out his phone, but he completely forgot that this place was deserted and there wasn't even a communication signal. He pressed the old-fashioned phone eight hundred times but it still didn't work. This made Wu Yu swear for the first time, "Fuck!"

Zhang Qiling struggled to break free from the control, but his memory was also constantly eroded. All the images in his mind began to move backwards from the last part, from Yan Bucun sacrificing himself in blood, to quickly jumping to Wu Yu's smiling face and the fat man's concerned expression, as well as Xie Yuchen's indifferent scrutiny and observation.

Then, there was Zhang Qiling's powerful figure, his repeated protection, his repeated fighting side by side, and his hope that they would protect each other. Then there was Hei Xiazi's companionship, his risking his life, and the thousand-year entanglement between Yan Xiaonan and Yan Guangshan in front of the osmanthus tree...

The final scene, however, was frozen on Wu Yu falling off the cliff, with the face of the man hugging himself in panic. The fear in the other's eyes became blurred, all the colors were fading, and all the things he had touched and cared about were scattered.

Everything is scattered,

His memory was devoured by Xiao Cun.

Thousands of years ago, Yan Guangshan created a monster, and his nephew's soul also wanted to turn himself into a similar dementia machine.

"Wu Yu..." Zhang Qiling suddenly lost his strength, causing Yan Bushun on his back to fall into the snow.

When Wu Yu heard him calling, he immediately responded, as if coaxing a child, "I'm here, I'm here! Qi Ling, are you okay? Can we go home?"

But Zhang Qiling only raised his head. The eyes on half of his face were scarlet and playful, but the other eye was shedding tears uncontrollably, "Wu Yu... I don't want to..."

When he said "don't want to", he meant he didn't want to forget.

But to Wu Yu's ears, it sounded like he didn't want to go home.

However, Wu Yu really used all his soft and gentle tone, and even when Jie Yuchen shook his head to remind him not to get closer, he still rushed to Zhang Qiling, knelt down together, and held Zhang Qiling's face tenderly and lovingly, as if he could even kiss away the other person's tears.

But Wu Yu did nothing. He just stared at Zhang Qiling's eyes with his clear eyes. His sincere look left no chance for anyone to interrupt. "Qiling, tell me why you became like this, okay?"

Zhang Qiling blinked slowly, and his bloody hand was slowly climbing up Wu Yu's face. When everyone thought that he would comfort the other party like Wu Yu did, he moved his fingertips down and suddenly grabbed the other party's neck.

"Caught!"

"Come on!"

The two repetitive sounds overlapped each other. At the same time, Zhang Qiling's right hand pinched Wu Yu, but his left hand was trying to crush his wrist bones. This contradictory action made the force applied to Wu Yu much weaker.

He was reluctant to kill himself, and Wu Yu knew that his bet was right, so he secretly glanced at Xie Yuchen, asking him to go around to the back, and then he hit Zhang Qiling on the back of the neck with a club.

Unfortunately, he did not faint. Instead, the unknown attack came again suddenly, holding Xie Yuchen in place.

"Damn, what the hell is controlling him?!" Even the fat guy who wanted to continue speaking was blocked in his mouth.

I don’t want to forget.

After Zhang Qiling finally crushed his wrist bones, he lost his strength and fell headfirst into the snow, landing on Wu Yu's shoulder. His breathing became disordered, he couldn't say anything, and fainted completely.

"Mr. Zhang is very cruel to himself, but we are in the same body now, and I will feel pain too..." Xiao Cun's voice stabilized, with a hint of pity.

But Zhang Qiling gave a concise order, "Shut up."

"I insist on saying that I will kill them. I will kill everyone who hurts you and me. Don't forget that we are a community!" Xiao Cun was relentless and was a paranoid and vengeful person.

In the dark space of consciousness, Zhang Qiling grabbed the boy and threatened him word by word, as if it was just a notice:

"perish together."

Xiao Cun chuckled, and his eyes, which were between a child and a teenager, burst into a different red color:

"Then let's see, who dies first, me or you?"