Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

After hearing about the seemingly "all-powerful" Huo Daof from Yan Buchun, Xie Yuchen immediately bought a well-equipped residence to ensure that no other external factors would disturb Wu Yu's treatment.

And Huo Daof was really resourceful. After injecting a few bottles of medicine and feeding a few bowls of Chinese medicine, everyone saw that Wu Mi's pale face was recovering day by day.

"I heard that it was you who suggested looking for me?" Huo Daofu had now pulled Wu Yu back from his extreme illness. After he had some free time, he finally had the opportunity to ask Yan Bucun this question, but seeing that the other party's attention was not on him at all, he frowned and looked in the direction of Yan Bucun's gaze.

Zhang Qiling was holding Wu Yu's hand, while Zhang Qiling wiped the medicine-stained corners of Wu Yu's mouth. To be honest, Huo Daofu still couldn't get used to the sight of these two identical people serving Wu Yu together.

He looked for a long time, and after confirming that Yan Bucun's eyes were fixed on Zhang Qiling, he spoke, "Why, do you like her?"

Forgive Huo Daof for being away from the Chen family for too long. Even if he recognized the portrait, he would not associate the beautiful woman with long hair with the man with a huge reward. Although the other party has a slight masculine appearance and is 1.8 meters tall, Huo Daof feels that with Yan Bucun's personality and figure, he should be able to handle it.

Yan Bucun suddenly came back to his senses because of his words. He found that Huo Daof's emotional intelligence was still online at the important moment. However, he still cared more about how Zhang Qiling would react after hearing this sentence?

But unfortunately, Zhang Qiling did not know how to accept love, nor did he know how to give love. He just sat by the bed, unable to keep up with the speed at which Zhang Qiling fed him the medicine, and he didn't know how to liven up the atmosphere like the fat man who had already gone out to find food.

No one taught him how to love Wu Di, so he only remembered that when Yan Bucun endured the soul being sucked away, he clenched his hands.

Warm, spacious, and reassuring, Zhang Qiling wanted to replicate that feeling, so he just kept holding onto Wu Yu and didn't let go. This made him look like a kitten trying to turn up its soft belly to comfort its unemployed poop-scooper.

Yan Bucun collected his thoughts and realized that Zhang Qiling's heart was completely tied to Wu Yu, so it was impossible for him to pay attention to what Huo Daofu said. So, he sighed, but he didn't want to get angry, so he tried to reply indifferently, "It's none of your business."

"It's none of his business, but mine. Can you explain to me why this wire can't burn out?" Hei Xia Zi squatted on the ground, pulling a red wire that was obviously very fragile, but the flame of the lighter in his hand had been burning for a long time, but it didn't burn it out.

Wang Meng was forced to stand shoulder to shoulder next to Hei Xia Zi, looking at this guy in leather jacket who was groping in the air, who had forced him to squat for three hours in the morning and now had to squat again, with a look as if he was looking at a fool. He felt that the other party was like a mental patient.

However, his look of disdain was clear, but he didn't dare to say aloud how stupid Hei Xiazi was. He just pretended to be innocent and pointed randomly, "Hei Ye, where is the wire?"

"You are not me, how do you know there is no string?" After rebuking Wang Meng, Hei Xiazi raised his chin again, but only moved his lips, for fear that the people sitting around Wu Yu's bed would hear him. "Yan Bucun, don't think you are dumb! I pulled this string from Wu Yu and Qi. Don't tell me that this is also one of their evil tastes, right?"

"No." Yan Bucun replied, and patted Huo Daofu on the shoulder, indicating that the conversation between the two could wait for a while, and then he pulled Hei Xiazi up, "Let's go out and talk."

After the two came outside, they found a quiet park to communicate. Hei Xia Zi sat on the swing like a three-year-old child, and talked with Yan Bucun who was standing.

"Wu Yu's illness is not caused by his body itself, right? I'm embarrassed to say this in front of a bunch of people in that room. Besides, I can guess the reasons." This time, Hei Xia Zi did not hold on to the red line right away. Instead, he avoided the important issue and first picked out the one that Yan Bu Cun could answer best.

Yan Bucun raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Hei Xiazi to bring up such a thing. "Yes, so, what do you think is the reason?"

"I have met Yan Xiaonan before, you know this. He told me the price of creating things with that door, 'Whatever you gain, you must lose something of equal value, or the loss of your body, the sacrifice of your soul, or the deprivation of your consciousness'. So, Wu Yu exchanged for something that was far beyond his ability to bear, which led to this result. Am I right?" Hei Xia Zi had an excellent memory and repeated it almost word for word.

Yan Bucun seemed to have really not expected that Yan Xiaonan would actually provide Hei Xiazi with such a practical answer. He chuckled, and the corners of his lips curled up, showing a carefree and unrestrained attitude that he had never seen before. "You're right. Do you want to guess again, what kind of deal would make Wu Yu reach the point of death?"

"From what I know, he is very poor. It is impossible that it is money. If it is possible..." Hei Xiazi thought for a long time and finally said a result that he was most unwilling to accept. "Qi, he appeared suddenly. I never believe that probability can make one person 100% similar to another. This is definitely not accidental. Moreover, materializing a living person is indeed enough for the creator to sacrifice his life for it."

His answer hit the mark exactly in Yan Bucun's heart.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Bucun reached out his hand to Hei Xiazi, who was swinging on the swing and thinking. When the other party raised his eyes in confusion, red lines shot out from his five fingers and he lifted the man up by his leather jacket.

"As a reward for your successful reasoning, I will answer some more questions for you. For example, what exactly is the red string between Aqi and Wu Xie..."

Yan Bucun's words really whetted Hei Xiazi's appetite. He didn't even care that he was being pulled up like a carrot. "What is it?"

He prayed that the answer would not be some disgusting answer about the marriage line.

"It is the connection of fate, the rise and fall of life, a dead end that is about to be opened by the resurrection of love."

But this answer was beyond Hei Xiazi's imagination. His expression became complicated. He tried to figure out Yan Buyun's meaning carefully, and suddenly laughed like crazy. He stretched out his hand and pinched the man's neck. "The notes at the back were given to me anonymously, right? Just to let Wu Yu pick up the lost memory and get out of the state controlled by the bell,

And just when Wu Yu thinks of his friendship with Qi, he will unknowingly accelerate his death. Is this the result you expected? You want to kill him reasonably, so why do you need to find a doctor for him? What exactly do you want to do? ! "

"I admit that I gave you the notes recording Aqi's follow-up, but that doesn't mean I did it to kill Wu Yu. Rather than letting him die of illness, I would rather he reach the tomb under the Yan family's ancestral home alive, because he is the only way to get in there. Aqi is right about one thing, we don't have time." Yan Bucun let Hei Xia Zi pinch him. The originally peaceful conversation and the common interests that had just been established collapsed.

Hei Xia Zi listened to his words and thought of the Demon City with the most bronze bells from his complicated memories. He suppressed some of his anger and tried to keep himself calm so as to get more information from this man. "Wu Yu has no time because once he remembers everything, the bronze bells can't suppress his love and will kill him. What about us? Who do we mean? You and Wu Yu, or you and me, or you and Qi?"

Yan Bucun used his love for Ah Qi to persist year after year, while Wu Yu used his hatred for Qi Ling to live year after year.

While Hei Xia Zi was frantically thinking of the answer and asking these questions, Yan Bu Cun nimbly broke away from his control.

In less than a few seconds, Yan Bucun lifted up the hem of his clothes swiftly. The smooth muscle lines were obviously not his answer. When the last part of the clothes reached his chest, Hei Xiazi's pupils began to tremble.

He didn't dare to imagine how crazy it would be to reach this level...

"You are really a complete lunatic." Hei Xia Zi retracted his smile and stared at the exposed part of Yan Bucun.

Yan Bucun put down his clothes, seeming to think that this was no big deal, and his tone was very calm, just like he used to remind Hei Xiazi not to let the smell of green pepper and shredded pork fried rice drift into the ward, "It's time to go back. Fatty is probably back from buying pork tenderloin."

"Okay." Hei Xiazi responded woodenly. He even forgot which leg to take when he walked back. He couldn't imagine how this man could endure that kind of pain. It was too painful, so painful that he couldn't understand how Yan Bucun had slept well all these years.

"What a madman..." Hei Xia Zi looked at Yan Bushun in front of him. Under the street light, his slender back was still there. His white coat was fluttering in the night wind, like a moth flapping its wings and rushing towards the fire without hesitation. He just followed behind him, step by step, sighing in confusion over and over again.

At this time, the fat man just happened to walk in. He looked around and found that two people were missing, so he asked without surprise, "What's wrong? Did they go out to find food again? I said I bought some tenderloins to cook, why are they out to eat all day? Can the food outside be as delicious as the food at home?"

"Who knows? Hei Ye is sick again today. He grabbed me for three hours in the morning and asked me for a long time, asking why this red thread couldn't keep burning. Fatty, look! There are a bunch of grown men in this room, and none of them can do needlework. Where did the red thread come from?!" Wang Meng complained, as if he wanted to force Hei Xia Zi to vent all his grievances.

But who would have thought that the door would open with a creak, but it was Yan Bucun who walked in. Wang Meng was not familiar with him, so he was naturally relieved. But who would have thought that Hei Xiazi behind him would speak before he arrived, with a long tail tone and a disgusting tone, "Brother Mengmeng, how could you say that to me? I was pulling you to see, this is the red thread that intertwines our destiny~"

Wang Meng got goosebumps all over his body because of his sickeningly sweet voice. He really didn't want to be gay with Hei Xia Zi.

"Hey Master, I have to go make medicine for the boss! Oops, I didn't check the time just now, how come it's time already..." Wang Meng looked at his watch, and as he spoke, he flew away.

But Hei Xiazi's legs were really long and his steps were fast. After only a few steps, he stretched out his hand and put his arm around Wang Meng's shoulders. Moreover, he continued to "care" for Wang Qinli in his Taiwanese accent, as if he was addicted to it.

"I have to accompany you. You are so clumsy. If you get hurt, I will be sad..."

Wang Meng: Please! Someone please take this psychopath away! I don’t want to be gay!!!