Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

After a period of bumps, Zhang Qiling was suddenly knocked to the ground by the last gust of wind. Fortunately, he used the knife to support the entire weight of his body, so he was not seriously injured.

However, when the wind died down and he opened his eyes and got up, he found that it was too dark around him, he couldn't see his hand in front of him, and it was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat.

Zhang Qiling took a few cautious steps forward and swung his knife a few more times, but did not find any obstacles. He squatted down, trying to keep his body as small as possible so as to facilitate his escape, then he unfastened the chain of his backpack and reached in, ready to take out a spare miniature flashlight.

But who would have thought that at this moment, a sudden coldness fell on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, stopping his movements. Without any hesitation, he directly clasped his hand on the wrist of the person who grabbed him. The wrist was slender and the skin was delicate...

Woman's hand!

But Zhang Qiling was not a man who was gentle with women. After all, there was no gender distinction among all the monsters and demons underground. So, he suddenly swung the person in his hand forward and threw the elusive guy to the ground.

Zhang Qiling squatted down instinctively and used his forearm to strangle her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back and unable to open her mouth to bite.

But she probably really wanted to prove her innocence. She introduced herself intermittently during a coughing fit, "I... I am Yan Qingru..."

Perhaps because she had just been fed with wind, her voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been forced out, but you could tell it was a real female voice.

Familiar, heard, known.

After these words popped up in Zhang Qiling's mind, he did not let her go immediately, because according to Wu Yu's words just now, 'lower to lower, higher to higher', he did not know what similarities this woman had with himself, and she belonged to Yan Bucun, so it would never be his turn to go with her.

What's more, Yan Xiaonan should also protect her.

He frowned and finally concluded that the woman's words could not be trusted.

Qingru didn't expect that her surrender did not bring her physical liberation. She kicked her legs, trying to break free from Zhang Qiling's control, but the strength of men and women is determined by their own hormones. Her movements only made Zhang Qiling more alert.

Until, Zhang Qiling's ears moved autonomously, as if he heard the whistling wind in the distance. He quickly grabbed Qingru's neck and stepped back several steps. Then, he suddenly fell down with Qingru, hitting her kneecap so hard that it was almost broken.

Qingru saw Zhang Qiling's indifference and would rather bite her lower lip until it bleeds than utter a word.

Now Zhang Qiling was lying in ambush on the ground, and the rustling sound seemed to be hovering above his head. When something really cold fell down, he pushed Qingru and his backpack farther away.

Qingru, who was holding onto an object heavy enough to break her sternum, was actually in great pain, because her whole body was pushed sideways by Zhang Qiling's huge force and slid out. She felt that half of her body was numb and painful from the rugged ground.

In the darkness, there was not even any reflective light. Zhang Qiling could only rely on his instinct to stab the knife as fast as he could until the sound of flesh entering was heard. The coolness stagnated above him, but the next moment, it broke away from Zhang Qiling's knife, and a large amount of blood flowed down from the wound. Fortunately, Zhang Qiling ran back quickly and only got a little bloody. Otherwise, if he was a little later, he would probably have been completely drenched in blood.

That creature should be very intelligent, Zhang Qiling thought, and wiped the cold blood off his face.

It knows its own strengths and weaknesses too well. Due to its huge size, this creature chooses to approach quietly before attacking. Even when being stabbed by itself, it can resist making any sound, in order to prepare for the next attack.

This guy was different from the ones he had faced before, who fought out of instinct and killing. Its intelligence was like that of a person who was thinking seriously. It had become a spirit, and at least it was capable of thinking.

Zhang Qiling gritted his teeth and prepared to rush out again, but Qingru had already opened her medicine box, took out a small flashlight and threw it in his general direction.

Fortunately, Zhang Qiling's reaction was really quick. He stopped immediately. Although he couldn't see, he was still able to catch the flashlight coming from behind.

The tube was only half a palm long. He turned on the power and held it in his mouth. The light allowed him to see clearly what he was facing.

——Walking dragon.

It has already grown a dragon's head and claws, and its body is covered with luminous scales, but it has not yet reached the stage of growing dragon horns. However, it looks like it is still in the molting stage, because its exterior is still covered with a layer of white film, making its moving eyes look a little misty.

The wound I had caused on its lower jaw was nothing more than a small scratch that was not even as big as its teeth.

On the other side, Yan Xiaonan was already complacent with his plan. Letting Yan Bucun die was not the solution to solve the source of the power that created everything behind the Bronze Gate.

Yan Bucun's dragon-slaying plan will only lead to the destruction of everything and return everything to the beginning. His life that he had saved for Yan Ran for thousands of years, Zhang Qiling materialized by Wu Yu, Xiangyang who has become a corpse, and all things will no longer exist.

He couldn't allow Yan Bucun to treat Wu Yu and then extinguish the flame of his own hope. Although Yan Xiaonan could choose to discuss with him and criticize the side effects of his actions, Yan Bucun was not someone who would be affected.

Although so much time has passed since Yan Bucun came here, he is still young. He doesn't understand that his own stubbornness and arbitrariness will actually harm everyone.

From the very beginning, Yan Xiaonan knew that Zhang Qiling was the bargaining chip that was enough to threaten Yan Bucun. He wanted to use Yan Bucun to find that force and then surrender. He wanted to exchange it for a way that would allow his brother to survive better.

No pain,

A true new life.

"If you want him to live, stop him." Yan Xiaonan kept repeating this sentence when he was standing with Hei Xia Zi, like a madman.

Hei Xia Zi's ears were callused from his grinding, and he was also a smart man, so he naturally knew that Yan Bucun's plan was still questionable, but this man had probably already exhausted his body for this moment, trapping the Ghost Seal with his flesh and blood, and using the method of soul nourishment to make this already questionable thing possess even more uncontrollable power.

He knew that Yan Buyun was a time bomb at this moment, running around with a radiation-infected stone in his arms, just to find that door and die with it.

Hei Xia Zi would not want to see such a scene, and he also did not know what impact Yan Bucun's behavior would bring, whether it would bring welfare or just disaster...

If the destruction of everything could be caused by Yan Bucun's suicide, then Zhang Qiling would also lose all traces of his existence in this world.

"Okay, I promise you." After Hei Xia Zi finished speaking, he stared at the people who were killing the snakes and recorded his prayers in his notes, which filled the entire book.

Zhang Qiling's back looked extremely thin no matter how you looked at him, but when he drew his sword and sheathed it, he did not show as much mercy as he looked.

He could let the blood splatter on his coat, cheeks, and hands, but he did not think that it could be considered mud. He allowed this extraordinary face to drown in the cluttered environment and was willing to be a miniature behind a young man.

He shouldn't be like this.

"Attack its head!!!" Qingru shouted, and the dragon immediately turned its gaze to her. Its scarlet eyes seemed to exude greed as it discovered a more delicate and delicious prey.

Zhang Qiling seized the opportunity and when the monster rushed towards Qing Rulai, he grabbed the scales on the side of its body with his hands. He was lifted into the air. Qing Rulai, looking at the giant monster rushing towards him, dropped everything and started running back.

This time, Zhang Qiling finally discovered what the wind was causing. It was not blowing towards any gap leading out of the tunnel. It was just the dragon's breath, cold and heavy. He didn't have time to think more. He stepped on its scales and reached up to the snake's seven-inch position with one hand. He understood what Qingru meant by attacking the head.

Because after this dragon sheds its skin, it will grow new dragon horns, even if it is just a small base, it is still fragile now.

Zhang Qiling used a soft blade to cut open its old skin that was as thin as a cicada's wing, and then lifted up its scales. In the process of chasing a weak creature like Qingru, the dragon felt a kind of enthusiasm it had never felt before. It rushed across the entire corridor, leaving a pile of rubble.

The woman who was running along the long straight road didn't dare to stop at all. She dodged the stones and ran until her muscles cramped. When she could no longer lift her knees, she collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, feeling the bloody smell in her nose and throat.

At this moment, when the dragon was immersed in the joy of its victory over its prey, Zhang Qiling was quick-witted and stabbed the dragon with his knife. The dragon felt the pain and finally realized something. It let out a loud roar that was so powerful that Qingru's hair stood up.

The dragon was shaking its head wildly, and Zhang Qiling's body was thrown sideways without stopping. He held the hilt of the knife tightly, pressing down with all his strength, even when his back repeatedly hit the stone dome.

Blood continued to flow from the top of the dragon's head, and Qingru's eyes were also emitting a faint red light. The power of the blood given by Yan Bucun made the blood clots in her knees begin to ooze out on their own, and turned into red lines, rushing directly towards the dragon's eyes like a leaping snake.

The instantaneous explosion of three streams of blood made its wailing louder. Zhang Qiling was too close to it, and his eardrums were almost engorged with blood. He kept pressing down on his blade, and the dragon horn, which had not yet sprouted, began to crack in its body. After the horn sprout was completely shattered, he pulled out the soft blade and stabbed it again in the second horn.

The dragon's head shook even more violently, pushing Zhang Qiling upwards. Qingru, who was below, felt the loss of strength and her face turned pale in an instant.

She seemed to understand the defense mechanism in her body, because the blood that Yan Bucun gave her was mixed with the instinct of loving Zhang Qiling.

The uncontrolled blood draw made her think she was going to die.

Zhang Qiling vomited blood as his internal organs shifted simultaneously. He blunted the knife even further, almost piercing through the dragon's fangs. The collision sounds became more and more intense, and its faded skin began to fall down continuously, mixed with Zhang Qiling's blood or something else, anyway, all substances were equally uncontrollable.

At this time, Zhang Qiling finally crushed its hope of transforming into a Chi. The second dragon horn broke off in its head, but he didn't stop yet. He pried open its scales seven inches away, and the blood mixed with Qilin and the sharp, cold blade pierced into its neck.

Like a trapped beast with its throat strangled, it seemed to know its fate. It blinked its eyes, which could no longer see clearly, and its heavy body suddenly fell over, with its lower jaw hitting the ground, shocking Qingru.

it's all over……

Zhang Qiling gasped, pulled out the knife with difficulty, walked towards Qingru, and picked up the bag and her medical kit that were dropped in front of him. He didn't know what the woman's purpose was, but when he met her obviously frightened and tearful eyes, he was still slightly distracted.

It was during this moment of stunnedness that the flashlight in his mouth suddenly loosened, as if the thing he had been holding on to was finally liberated at this moment. As the light source fell to the ground, his body also fell. When he was lying on the ground, he could not even feel his own body and heartbeat.

Zhang Qiling was in a daze and could only barely remember that he seemed to see the shadow of Yan Bucun in Qingru's phoenix eyes.

Such a resolute person shouldn't, shouldn't...

"You shouldn't cry."

He thought this before everything went dark.

Afterwards, he numbly allowed himself to be stripped of his integrity by an unknown force.