Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

After Yan Bucun had explained everything, Hei Xia Zi also understood the danger inside the gate, so he naturally couldn't run back and forth while carrying Yan Bucun on his back and holding Zhang Qiling. So, A Qi had to be left to his brothers to look after.

After a brief thought, Hei Xiazi turned around, hung the bronze bell on the zipper ring of his leather, and then shouted, "Fatty, come and give me a hand!"

The fat man at the back just came over and saw Wu Xie taking the lead and rushing in front of Hei Xia Zi. He had already opened his arms, ready to rescue the person from Hei Xia Zi's hands.

But Hei Xiazi looked at Wu Yu, then acted quickly without any hesitation, handing Zhang Qiling to the fat man who was a little slower and had just squeezed out from the encirclement of the corpse-bugs, and explained to Wu Yu, "Disciple, you have just recovered, so let the fat man carry you. Brother and Huaer Ye will protect you, don't worry."

The young man understood the meaning of Hei Xia Zi's words, so he pressed Wu Di's hand, which was hanging halfway, back to his side. There was no way to talk about brotherhood now, and no matter which brother he was helping, he had to first consider his own situation and whether it was within his tolerance. Xie Yuchen, who knew Wu Di's character best, also pinched Wu Di's shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Perhaps the pains of the past would require Wu Yu to make up for the rest of his life, but not now, because after the bronze mother bell left his body, his cough had just recovered a little and he could not withstand any major ordeal, let alone running back and forth carrying someone on his back.

The fat man next to him took off his bag and hung it on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, then he carried him on his back.

It was not until the fat man stood up completely that he realized that Zhang Qiling was even lighter than he thought. When he weighed him on his back, it was hard to believe that it was the weight of an adult male.

And Wu Yu was still looking at Zhang Qiling with concern.

The fat man saw that Wu Yu's gaze didn't move at all, so he quickly forced a smile, signaling the other party not to worry, and put the plan of weight gain for brother Qi Ling on the agenda in his mind.

"Don't worry, I will definitely carry this man well. No matter what small treasures I lose, I will never lose this big treasure." The fat man grinned, half jokingly, and held Zhang Qiling's thigh tightly. It felt like there was not much meat on it. In fact, he could still feel some muscle lines, but it was still too thin.

It took Wu Yu half a minute to finally accept the fact that he was seriously ill and needed to rest for some time.

So he stopped talking and just shivered his fingertips. His knuckles accidentally scraped the young man's palm. The warmth suddenly reminded him of the hand stained with Qilin's blood that Zhang Qiling had extended to him many years ago.

This half of my life seems like a dream.

Hei Xia Zi tilted his head to glance at the group of people behind him. The bronze mother bell on his chest emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the dirty and tired faces of his brothers, while also causing the corpse-bugs and blood corpses to flee in all directions.

"Are you ready?" Hei Xia Zi asked, tilting his head. Although his action was playful, the lower half of his face, which was always smiling, did not have his standard smile. Instead, the moment he finished speaking, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and he looked unexpectedly serious.

The fat man asked Huo Daofu to move forward, and then responded to Hei Xiazi's words, "Get ready!"

"We can go now." Wu Yu clenched the gun handle, raised his arm, and prepared to go.

And as Hei Xia Zi took a step forward, the wind he brought caused Qing Ru's sweatshirt hood to be blown up a little bit.

From this angle, Yan Busun could just see her current appearance. Her originally fair skin was like a broken mirror, cracked into pieces. In some places, the epidermis had separated from the flesh and hung there at an angle. Her eyes were frighteningly bright, like a disfigured ghost trying to take her life.

Yan Bucun took a quick look at her, and Qingru immediately felt like she wanted to tear off her fig leaf, wishing she could pull the hood of her sweatshirt down to her chin.

What Huo Dafu said might be right. The poor people who were seduced by that force were only happy for half of their lives after making the deal.

Qingru had only changed her face to be pretty, but Yan Bushun could see the fragility of her soul. The pale blue light was stored in her precarious and collapsing body, as if it would be blown away by the wind in the next moment.

If the price Chaoxu paid for resurrecting Xiangyang was so serious that he had to sacrifice his own health, then what did Qingru change to cause such a result?

There is no time to think about it now.

Because once everyone entered the door, they realized that everything Yan Bucun had said before was happening again.

There seems to be no end to the world here, with only orange and yellow light.

At first, Hei Xia Zi only felt a lightness on his back, but when he turned his head to look, he found that the man had jumped off his body.

When he turned his gaze back, he found that the petite boy was standing quietly in front of everyone, and his little hand was still holding Yan Bucun's. The similarity in the facial features of the two people was so great that it could be said to be a one-to-one replica.

But before they could ask about Yan Buchun's condition, they felt the ground shaking, because something strange, which looked like a Heluo fish, was moving its bulky body, using its tentacles to scratch the ground bit by bit, moving forward, making everyone feel like there was a DJ playing under their feet.

"This can really be made into a movie. It's a huge budget!" The fat man exclaimed and looked up at the huge monster.

Guaiguai seemed to be curious about the group of people who broke into his territory, so he stretched out his tentacles and began to test them carelessly, shuttling back and forth beside everyone and whipping them, leaving a sticky mess on the ground. But when he realized that these people had no intention of attacking, he bent down to look at the two people under him.

Xiao Cun held Yan Bu Cun's hand, and the two of them raised their heads and blinked, even distributing their eyes reasonably, those scarlet eyes that could see through everything, and they also gave one to each other.

"They are not bad people, just be calm." Xiao Cun and Yan Bu Cun said together, their voices mixed together like a distorted record, in the high and low of the immature and mature voices, people can taste a different feeling.

But no one took the initiative to try to talk to them, and what was amazing was not just Yan Bucun's three-dimensional body.

The fat man had already felt the heat of the person on his back. It was not until the liquid soaked his entire neck and back that he realized that this was not his sweat, but Zhang Qiling's blood.

"Huo! Huo Daof, bandage him quickly!!!" The fat man's face was pale, as if he was the one who had lost too much blood at this moment.

Huo Daof immediately shifted his gaze away from Yan Bucun, suppressed his curiosity about the supernatural phenomena, and immediately turned to the fat man.

When he looked up and saw Zhang Qiling's ragged clothes and blood, he was so frightened that his breath was choked. He was a little flustered when he opened the medicine box. Xie Yuchen helped him, and Huo Daofu had time to speak, "Put him down first. If these injuries are not treated properly, they will be fatal."

The fat man immediately took off Zhang Qiling's backpack and laid him flat on the ground. However, his breathing was very shallow and the rise and fall of his chest was barely discernible. Moreover, his own blood had dyed his entire body like a broken red porcelain doll.

No one had expected that Zhang Qiling, who had once been in the sect, would actually be able to hold on in this way.

Huo Daof just pulled off his torn clothes, only to see the man suddenly open his eyes and grab his hand with such great strength that he didn't seem like a dying man at all.

"Qi Ling, be obedient and let Huo Daof take care of it for you, okay?" Wu Yu squatted beside Zhang Qi Ling and held his hand that was holding Huo Daof's as if he was coaxing a child.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were a little blurry at first because of the pain, but he soon came back to his senses because of Wu Yu's voice. Then, he immediately loosened his hand. However, the blood gushing out of the wound on his palm left a big bloody handprint on Huo Daof's coat.

His eyes rarely showed emotions like guilt, he could only stare at Wu Mi at this moment, the distinct black and white of his pupils actually made Wu Mi see a sense of grievance as to why you came so late.

"Wu Yi..." Zhang Qiling's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

The fat man listened to his hoarse voice and turned on the water for him, but knowing that Zhang Qiling could not get up, he poured him a small bottle cap and slowly fed it into his mouth.

Zhang Qiling took small sips of the water in the bottle cap from the fat man's hand. When he felt the fishy taste in his throat was finally relieved, he looked at the young man and planned to take something out of his torn pocket.

"I'll help you, don't move." Hei Xia Zi was not annoyed by Zhang Qiling's procrastination, he was just afraid that this man's injuries would get worse.

When Zhang Qiling felt the things in his pocket being taken away, he immediately stood up and rushed over to grab it, but he fell into Wu Yu's arms. He looked at the person holding him pleadingly, and was so anxious that he stuttered, "Wu Yu... He snatched it, snatched it."

Holding the biscuit with blood all over the packaging, Hei Xiazi frowned, but seeing Zhang Qiling's anxious look, he immediately put the thing back into Zhang Qiling's arms.

That's right. Zhang Qiling doesn't know me now. If he can accept Jie Yuchen's touch because of Wu Yu's order, then my behavior is really the robber who robs things by force as Zhang Qiling said.

Wu Yi hugged Zhang Qiling soothingly. After he returned the biscuits to the fat man, the next moment he saw the young man squatting down. The young man looked at Zhang Qiling's face, seemed a little confused, and even couldn't help but move a little closer.

It was not until Zhang Qiling, with trembling hands, pulled out the severed corner of his clothes from his trouser pocket and handed it carefully to the young man that the young man next to him stopped all actions.

Isn't this the memory returning to its original point? Wu Yu thought.

The young man picked up the corner of the clothes and held it in his hand, with a heavy look in his eyes. Then, his hand gently stroked Zhang Qiling's chest. Wu Yu could clearly feel Zhang Qiling's body trembling, but he did not reject the young man's approach.

Wu Yu couldn't see clearly under the large amount of blood, but he touched the wound on Zhang Qiling's chest, which was pierced by the tentacles of the Heluo fish. The marks of suction cups all over his body made the brother's fingertips tremble. Then, he said the first words he really said to Zhang Qiling, which were hidden in the past and buried. He asked, "Who are you?"

Zhang Qiling finally managed to smile a little too lightly at the corner of his lips, but it was all forced. Although his voice was still intermittent, he still insisted on answering:

"I'm Zhang Qiling... I can guard the door, you can go out early... You don't want to wait... right?"

That year, the young man borrowed the ghost army's passage and, together with Zhang Qiling, stabbed the thing hidden in the eyeball and the controlled monster. Perhaps this indirectly led to the monster's escape, but in the process, the two of them also gained shared abilities through transactions.

And now, the young man used Zhang Qiling's eyes to see himself, whose dark eyes were full of pity. Zhang Qiling also saw his own miserable body covered in blood in the young man's eyes.

For a moment, my heart kept beating lightly. All the causes and effects of the past and the forgotten things, in this desolate land full of dangers, sprouted a bud that should have sprouted long ago and produced a fruit that is only now ripening.