Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"Do you two often take turns going out?" Qingru saw that the atmosphere was awkward, but fortunately Xiaocun seemed to have a good temper, so she dared to ask this question.

The man in front had red eyes flashing. He didn't turn around, but stopped at the tail of the dragon and plucked off a scale to play with it. "Not often. I usually come out when he senses danger or can't hold on any longer."

"Oh." Qingru didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a long time, she simply raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her who had a strange body but was so familiar inside. She was stubborn, as if she wanted to glimpse the part that belonged to Yan Bucun from him.

And Xiao Cun seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. In those few seconds, he threw away his scales and instantly turned his head to look at her, but when he exactly met her cold eyebrows, his expression paused.

After a while, he tentatively stretched out his hand in confusion, "You and it too..."

Qingru took a step back, her eyelids almost drooping to the ground, her eyebrows lowered too much.

"You figured it out." She used a tone that couldn't be calmer, as if she was relieved of something, or just lamenting her own mediocrity.

She had always wanted Yan Bucun to see that she was similar to him. She had tried desperately to have something in common with him, and even asked for a pretty face, a face that looked like his. But all this seemed like a fool trying to show the blind.

For thousands of years, she had been hanging around in front of Yan Buyun, but until now, he had never said anything about it. Didn't he see it? No, he definitely noticed it, but he just didn't want to face her feelings. He wanted to offer his loyalty to the invisible god. He pushed himself away and rejected all similarities, just to seek a kind of unknown comfort and sincerity in his heart.

But it just so happened that the Xiao Cun, the split Yan Bucun of the past, actually saw his own changes. This guy, who also had Zhang Qiling in his heart, was able to see his own existence again when all the attention was focused on one person.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

And such casually thrown mercy is really too cheap.

"Yeah." Xiao Cun replied miserly, then took off his backpack, took out a pen and paper, squatted on the ground, and began to draw quickly with his thighs as a cushion. Then, he changed the subject, "He recovered faster than I thought. Now all the routes need to be overturned. I can only use part of my perception to see some space. Be careful on the road ahead."

Zhang Qiling's beautiful appearance seemed to be very good-looking whether she was calm or engaged in something serious. Qingru had to admit this, but when she stared at the other person's scarlet eyes, it was as if she had dug up the flesh and blood and saw the true things inside.

The monster who had been ruthless in the past in order to train himself was showing his fangs and claws, but the next moment, this guy overlapped with the child who was eating pancakes happily. But in the blink of an eye, he turned into the handsome and elegant Yan Bushun today, frowning at himself and giving orders that could not be disobeyed.

"Yeah, you too." She didn't dare to ask if there would be a chance to see each other again after this, nor did she dare to expect love from others.

She retreated to the coastline, watching the waves rising and falling clearly, and then she rushed to the beach called Zhang Qiling without hesitation. She huddled together, wrapping her coat tightly, not daring to get contaminated by the slightest bit of moisture, and even subconsciously held her breath, while refusing the salty sea breeze.

In an immeasurable amount of time, Qingru only felt that in the blink of an eye, the person in the space had changed. The imagined blue ocean faded away and returned to the current dark corridor mixed with the smell of blood.

Zhang Qiling looked at himself with his inky black eyes, his taut lips stained with dried blood, but it was not scary. Then, the next moment, he shifted his gaze away, clenched the papers in his hand, neatly put on his backpack, and walked forward without hesitation.

The long legs moved very fast, as if it was not him who had just stayed in the cramped space to rest. Such eagerness and obvious nervousness towards others prompted Qingru, who was standing aside, to quickly follow.

In an instant, the corridor came to the fork in the road drawn by Xiaocun. Both sides were pitch black. Even if Zhang Qiling held up a flashlight and squinted his eyes, he could not see what was hidden in there.

After all, Xiaocun's soul is weak and his abilities are limited. The painting does not specify the future path, but the words life and death are written at the fork in the road.

Life on the left and death on the right.

Zhang Qiling looked at the words that were written with such force that they penetrated through the back of the paper, and without hesitation, he entered the gate of life.

Qingru followed closely behind and seemed to smell a very fragrant smell of pancakes, just like in her memory, even the burning feeling when stealing was reproduced one by one. In an instant, everything around her changed. There was no Zhang Qiling in front of her, but the young Xiaocun, who was curled up in the haystack and sleeping uneasily.

When she moved, he opened his eyes and called himself "Sister Xiaoliu" in a daze.

He never used this name again after that, but hearing it again now still made her feel so excited. The joy of her childhood burst out in her heart again, and she ran into the arms of that young boy without hesitation.

Who can guarantee that she can really let it go? The moment she saw his smile, she was able to throw away all her reserve and disguise.

Just sink like this,

Be it a dream or an illusion,

Qingru hugged Xiaocun so tightly that she wanted to rub her flesh into his.

She only wanted him, the Xiao Cun who would sweetly call her Sister Xiaoliu and treat her as the most important person in her life.

Zhang Qiling, who had stood still, fell down instantly. When he looked up, he found himself behind a bronze door.

"Wu Di..." He suddenly recalled this name, of which he had no impression at all.

This man named Wu Yu said that if only by discarding his memories and giving up all his weaknesses could Zhang Qiling return to being mediocre and strong, then he longed for such a guy.

Zhang Qiling heard it and wanted to go out, but his legs had not yet transformed completely, so he could only kneel on the ground and try to pry open the door with both hands. The flesh between his fingertips caused the skin to fall down, but he had no intention of stopping.

It was not until an old voice came from far away that he froze in his tracks.

“Your creation takes time, don’t rush it.”

He didn't understand what the other person was saying, but he could see that he had really grown legs. Zhang Qiling immediately staggered to his feet, and while adapting to this body, the clothes that appeared out of thin air also attached to his shell.

When the extremely heavy black gold ancient sword appeared behind him, he finally felt the reality of everything he had.

When Zhang Qiling realized that he had the ability to push open the door, he walked out without any hesitation and used his absolute strength to attract Wu Di's attention.

And now, the sincere and bewitching voice of the guy inside the gate that was forgotten in the past has once again traveled through time and sounded new words in his ears.

"I created life, but I cannot make myself eternal. I need to continue. My child, please help me! Don't stop everything now. You have to prevent them from causing new sins. How could I deceive you? I love you more than anyone and anything else..."

I love you.

Zhang Qiling rubbed his head and looked up at the fat man who was casually hugging Wu Yu in the courtyard of Shanju Qiuming after the space changed, and Zhang Qiling who was alone with his arms folded but honestly pressed his body close to them to prepare for a photo.

Hei Xia Zi also came over at this time, pushing his unchanging sunglasses with his middle finger, while Xie Yuchen, who was standing next to him, had a look of disgust on his face. Huo Daof, who was still busy organizing the medicine box, was also pulled over. His glasses, which were not held firmly on his nose, were crooked in an unbelievable way, which was really ridiculous.

Wang Meng still had a simple smile on his face, looking into the camera. Lian Yan Bucun was standing in the corner, with a nice smile on his lips, staring fixedly in his direction.

It turned out that these were all the details that Zhang Qiling had not noticed at first.

Until Wu Yu was the first to speak up, "Qi Ling, come take a picture! We are not going to take a picture of the "Autumn Dusk in the Mountain" sign, so don't stand behind the camera."

Zhang Qiling, who was fiddling with the camera, suddenly pulled his hand back, looking as helpless as a child caught making trouble. Wang Meng smiled awkwardly and quickly rushed out of the crowd.

"Sorry, sorry, did I forget to adjust the countdown?" Wang Meng's smile was filled with obvious embarrassment.

Zhang Qiling stood still and watched Wang Meng tapping on the camera blankly, but he didn't understand the principle of this thing for a moment. But in a flash, his cold hand was held in a dry and warm palm.

Yan Bucun was holding Zhang Qiling, while the fat man was pushing the man's back, Wu Yu was holding his shoulders, and Hei Xiazi chose not to crowd around him after seeing Zhang Qiling coming over. Instead, he handed sunglasses to the people next to him one by one and said, "You look so handsome wearing sunglasses. Don't you want to leave the coolest photo of your life?!"

Huo Daof rolled his eyes rudely in his heart, but Xie Yuchen next to him spoke the truth directly.

"What we want to take a picture of is the face. If the eyes are blocked, then we won't be able to tell who is who." His words were too straightforward, causing Hei Xia Zi's face to freeze.

But in a flash, the man comforted himself again, smiling as if nothing had happened, flattering the new boss and selling him something, "Mr. Hua is absolutely right, why don't we buy some other accessories? How about this belt, made of German imported cowhide, very pure! Boss, take a look?"

"Will you die if you don't sell it?" Huo Dafu said coldly, but his eyes wandered over Hei Xiazi's belt for a moment, and he calmly concluded, "Cheap stuff."

"Damn it, you slandered me!" Hei Xiazi was so anxious that he almost took off his belt. Fortunately, Xie Yuchen intervened and prevented the two elementary school students from fighting.

At this moment, Zhang Qiling was finally hugged to the middle. His eyes flickered and his ears were frighteningly red. Perhaps he was a little embarrassed by such love. But in the end, Wang Meng adjusted the ten-second countdown and rushed back to his original position.

When everyone shouted three, two, one, eggplant at the end,

Zhang Qiling smiled unconsciously.

In the exported photos, everyone’s face is filled with happy smiles. People with different personalities come together to form an inseparable big family.

If Zhang Qiling had really never been loved, then he would naturally trust the words of the creature inside the gate, but he was released, given love, and bore love, and he had already felt such clear love in his life.

How could he believe it?

Suddenly, he pulled out the knife wrapped around his waist, as if he had cut through the space and shattered the illusion. The buzzing sound of bronze bells came from all directions, and his flashlight was finally able to illuminate them. The walls of the corridor were hung full of bells, like ancient percussion instruments, and at the end, something was shaking the rope that tied the bronze bells.

Zhang Qiling tilted his head to take a look. Qingru was lying on the ground, curled up and hugging the medicine box, her eyes full of happiness but blood already flowing from her ears. Then, he took off his coat, wrapped her head, leaving her a vent, and pulled her up with his right hand. He held the blade in one hand and the light source in his mouth, and wantonly chopped and destroyed the bronze bell, walking forward step by step.

He will walk towards his love firmly.

He doesn't believe in other people's slander.

He only trusts his family members whom he truly loves.