Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Wu Yu also smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood what Zhang Qiling meant.

At this time, Yan Bucun had already lit the third candle. The flickering candlelight was blocked by the strange body. At the same time, the extending black shadow made Wu Yu think that it was a tentacle lying on the ground, constantly stretching towards him.

But the next second, as if to make the fear in Wu Xie's heart grow even more terrifying, everyone's last flashlight began to flicker, and then made a continuous crackling sound, as if the battery was leaking electricity for some reason.

The first one to drop the flashlight was Huo Daof. When he felt the flashlight was hot, he threw it down. However, the moment it touched the ground, it exploded. The fragments flew diagonally from Huo Daof's temple. The young man hurriedly scooped up a handful of it, but it only scraped his left cheekbone, leaving a short blood mark.

Hei Xiazi naturally knew what was going on, so he reached out and pulled the spare flashlights of the others onto the ground, then he clenched his fists and made ready movements, with a full posture, "This is all due to the magnetic field. It's okay if you don't want the light. Anyway, the darker it is here, the better I can see. This is to prevent someone's little soul from running out later. If I don't see it, it will be terrible, don't you think?"

He lowered his eyes, but with a smile that was so bright that there was no need to worry, he looked at the fat man who was squatting on the ground, staring at the candle flame intently. The contrast between Hei Xia Zi's loose appearance and the fat man was simply two extremes.

The fat man, who noticed Hei Xia Zi's gaze, did not look up. Instead, he squatted one step away from Zhang Qiling and Yan Bucun, and his usually small and kind eyes were now wide open, as if he was afraid that he would not remind everyone of the abnormality in time.

In the corner next to him, Yan Xiaonan, who was not assigned any task, chose to tidy up Qingru's hair.

Back then, he had never paid attention to this little maid in his general's mansion who followed Yan Bucun around. His attention to her now is only because of his eyes and his ability, which can easily know all her secrets.

For the sake of unrequited love, she gave up all her self-touching and even changed her face, just to seek some similarities with the person she liked. Qingru is such a person, and so is Yan Xiaonan.

The difference between him and her is that he chooses to become a monster willingly in the end for the person he loves.

It was precisely this attraction between similar people that allowed Yan Xiaonan to make Qingru, who was loyal to Yan Bucun, defect in a short period of time, because she did not want Yan Bucun to die, and he also did not want Yan Ran to die. Although their two goals were different, they had to join forces because of the power behind the Bronze Gate, which was in the nature of rising and falling together. They needed to work together to prevent all these tragedies from happening.

But now, he has changed his mind.

Yan Xiaonan's hand lifted Qingru's hair and wiped the blood that flowed from her ear to the corner of her jaw. Because according to the original prediction, the reason why Guaiguai's scales fell off and disappeared was entirely because he and Yan Bucun did not reach a consensus through reasonable communication, but instead intensified the conflict.

The millennium-long symbiotic enemies were on the verge of a rage because of the predetermined life-and-death outcome, and then as both sides were hurt, Guaiguai wisely fled, leaving behind debris all over the ground and filling half of the corridor with white scales. The fight between them also gave the forces behind the bronze door an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, and they even captured Yan Bucun and Zhang Qiling, who also had the aura of Xiaocun's soul, as well.

From then on, they were punished by the god within the gate, and all began to perish.

Originally, Yan Xiaonan just wanted to believe in such an ending.

But Chaoxu, who was beside him, was hugging Xiangyang, and he felt a little shaken about what Yan Bucun had said.

Then, he murmured again: "If you have never tried it once, how do you know that you can't kill God?"

After Chao Xu finished speaking, he clearly felt that Yan Xiaonan on his left glanced at him briefly, as if asking, how could you change your mind so quickly, or, good boy, you are also convinced by Yan Bucun's sophistry, me too!

However, Chao Xu did not meet Yan Xiaonan's complicated and gratified eyes, because from this angle, he could see Yan Bucun's dimly lit profile, and he tried stubbornly to see the true nature of that usually indifferent guy.

After a while, Yan Xiaonan saw that Chao Xu had nothing to say, so he broke the silence and asked directly.

"In fact, you also think that Yan Buyun can change fate, right? Because, if he can really create an opportunity to coexist with all wishes and satisfy your wishes at the same time, you should support him, right?"

Hearing this, Chao Xu seemed to have his thoughts exposed and tightened his arms around Xiang Yang. Then he looked away and raised his eyes to Yan Xiaonan, the old-fashioned guy, but at this moment his eyes did not show the fear and distrust he had towards this person in the past.

Because he knew that if things were just as Yan Buyun said, what if he could really achieve a successful balance of everything?

Although Chao Xu did not believe in such a thing with only a 50% probability, and he even didn't know where Yan Buyun's confidence and arrogance came from, but when the two of them were talking, he clearly saw the other's determined eyes at that moment, and after hearing the other's words, he was like a bewitched, and began to be led by the nose imperceptibly.

Until now, Chaoxu has brought Xiangyang to the nearby Demon City. His dream is about to come true. He should rush in without hesitation, worship the heavens, the earth, and the gods. Even if he gets his head broken and bloody, he should bow down to that disgusting guy.

But when he thought of Yan Buyun, he calmed down instead. He began to think and asked himself:

Yan Bucun, what kind of monster are you?

You can actually make people want to believe what you say in just a few words. Even if they know what you are about to do, they themselves are not completely sure. They know that everything is unknown now, but they still want to plunge into this bloody road, walk through the pile of corpses, see the horror of the world, and be by your side, walking side by side with you...

Chao Xu sighed in his heart, Yan Buyun is really a terrifying, cunning, eloquent, yet sincere and profit-oriented person, he can turn everyone into his believers without them knowing, and he is also a god who can convert himself to such a level.

Yan Bucun, who was described by so many adjectives, simply opened his eyelids and placed his hand in the middle of the three candles. Blood-red threads began to flow out of his fingertips, like some kind of insect twisting violently, but after being burned by the flames, they quickly shot out like disinfected needles.

Now Zhang Qiling understood what was going on when Yan Bucun asked him if it would hurt.

Because he lowered his head, he suddenly felt something piercing his heart and began to move along the blood vessels. The situation was the same on Guaiguai's side. Even at the moment his skin was pierced, he began to reveal his original appearance. The disguised gentle human face continued to degenerate, and what was finally revealed was a Heluo fish covered with white phosphorus, which looked like a dragon and a snake, a weird creature that didn't fit in anywhere.

Zhang Qiling wanted to see what Guaiguai would become, but he felt his consciousness beginning to become dispersed because of Yan Bucun's red line. He gradually closed his eyes and no longer looked at the people opposite or beside him. While his senses were unlimited, he could feel something in his heart being torn apart.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a space of shared consciousness, and Xiao Cun was also in the corner with a red thread wrapped around his neck, being dragged outside and into the darkness by the irresistible force.

He thought Xiao Cun would ask for help because of the pain.

But the moment the other party saw him, his instinctive struggle suddenly stopped. Xiao Cun's eyes were full of hot tears, and his pretty face was red from being strangled. But between his lips and teeth, he was saying:

"I love you."

After hearing this, Zhang Qiling actually didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but seeing Xiao Cun's eyes that seemed to indicate that he would not give up and leave unless he responded, he nodded as if possessed.

If Yan Bucun's love comes from the believer's absolute loyalty and fanaticism for God, then Guaiguai's love comes from the possession that grows out of interest, and Xiaocun's love comes from admiration. Even though they are in the same body, he would come out to make trouble from time to time at the beginning, but after each switch, the rest time and lingering gaze that Zhang Qiling gives him is a kind of tenderness.

He knew very well that he did not have the power to touch Zhang Qiling, but he could hide deep in this person's heart. Because of their parasitic coexistence, Xiao Cun knew Zhang Qiling's physical condition better than anyone else. He could also feel every pain Zhang Qiling felt when he was hurt, and countless steaming emotions were surging in his heart.

Xiao Cun thought that he would never forget this feeling of coexistence, of you in me and me in you.

Those were the countless moments when Zhang Qiling spoiled him, the chance for him to see the world again through her, the new life, the joy, the love, the indulgence thousands of times, and the end of his life that he had already decided on, even if he died in her hands he would be willing to do so.

Xiao Cun stretched his hands forward desperately.

Zhang Qiling also walked forward in confusion.

The weak Xiaocun still looked like a teenager. The hand that gave up resistance and chose to hold his own was also hot and small. The scorching temperature from his soul was like a candle flame ironing the skin. Even the force he exerted seemed to leave a final mark of his own on Zhang Qiling's body.

Unfortunately, they are all soul bodies now, and no matter how much force is used to touch them, no real mark can be left.

When Xiao Cun realized that it was futile, he suddenly smiled. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Qiling stubbornly, as if he wanted to remember the past times and this person's face.

"My name is Xiao Cun, not Yan Bu Cun.

Brother Qi Ling...remember, remember me, okay?"

He had been away from Yan Bucun for too long. Even though he now believed that they were the same person, he still wanted to gain an impression from Zhang Qiling and seek a place in the other's heart.

Zhang Qiling looked at his scarlet eyes and nodded. He would remember Xiaocun, because those were a pair of eyes that even Yan Bucun did not have now. They were as bright as rubies, dazzling and eye-catching, as if the scorching sun was rolling up the flames that burned itself, and the brilliance it cast was something he would never forget in his life.

"Xiao Cun." Zhang Qiling said his name. Although he didn't know what goodbye meant and didn't have any complicated emotions, he was a little moved when he saw the other person was sad. However, he still didn't know what to say to adjust the atmosphere. In the end, he could only force out a timeless closing remark, "Goodbye."

After he finished speaking, Xiao Cun's fingertips began to gradually dissipate, as if he had truly given up all physical and mental struggles because of Zhang Qiling's farewell. He obediently let all traces of himself slip away with the red line.

For a long while, Zhang Qiling looked at his palm in confusion. There was only a little warmth left there, as if this last bit of warmth would be taken away by the wind if he just waved his hand casually. He rubbed his fingertips there in confusion, as if he was savoring the moment, and his mind was full of Xiaocun's eyes filled with tears.

Red, it really looks good.

Zhang Qiling thought gloomily.

But in front of his eyes, the image of Xiao Cun, who used to live in a corner, and who could still smile even when he was suppressed and ignored, began to emerge. At that time, he was blinking his innocent scarlet eyes, and affectionately calling himself Brother Qi Ling, with a crisp and immature look.

Love blossomed, but ended without any result.

This is the end of Xiaocun.