Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The fat man looked at Qingru, who knew the details of the situation, and wanted to know how to make Yan Bucun and the others feel better, but for a moment he didn't know how to address her.

However, before the fat man mustered up the courage to ask, Yan Bucun had already pulled Xiaocun up. The young man took out two bottles of water from his bag and gave them to them to rinse their mouths. The gulping water removed the sour taste in their mouths, and then Yan Bucun continued to walk.

But a shadow is a shadow, and it will not change just because you stop vomiting. Yan Bucun's situation is special. If he only remembers that he lived with Bai Ma and that he was an innocent child, then he could live better at this time. But he had merged with Xiaocun before, and they separated after entering the door, so his memory could not be restored.

All the dark memories he had now filled his mind. Even though he had only recovered his sight among his five senses and his nose could no longer smell anything, he would still think of the disgusting past when he had to eat the corpses of his own kind in order to survive.

Yan Bucun didn't feel disgusted with his tribesmen, but with himself. He felt sorry for them, if he hadn't disobeyed Yan Guangxin's arrangements, if he hadn't been so stubborn at the beginning.

If... no, there is no if. Yan Guangshan just wants to create a monster. No matter what he does, it will be wrong. There is no answer at all. But he began to doubt the purpose of Yan Guangshan treating him like that. It was not because of revenge for Yan Xiaonan taking him back, or because of body exchange. Maybe it was just to cultivate a monster, but not to fill his damaged body.

But... he wanted to kill the god himself from the very beginning.

He pulled Xiao Cun, his body shaking, and the memory of himself crying and swallowing the rotten corpses kept flashing in his mind.

Yan Bucun bit his lip, using the pain to wake himself up, and then he managed to remain calm under the scorching gazes of the crowd. He picked up a few candles that were still burning on the wall and handed them to everyone. His movements were smooth, but his face was pale and there were still undried water stains on his lips, which did not make him look alive at all.

Zhang Qiling took over his wax hanging candle and looked at the man who was holding on, as well as the child-like Xiao Cun who was still tightly held in his hand.

The condition was really bad. Zhang Qiling tilted his head, meaning to ask Yan Bucun if there was any danger ahead. Yan Bucun turned his head, gathered his almost scattered spirit, and looked into the deep darkness over there. After confirming that there was no trace of living or dead objects, he nodded to Zhang Qiling.

But when Zhang Qiling was about to take the lead, he was suddenly pulled back by Wu Yu. The atmosphere here was too strong. Wu Yu could not speak and could only look at him with his weather-beaten eyes, and the expression in those eyes did not allow him to move.

Zhang Qiling's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he nodded slowly. After entering here, his memory was almost restored, and he knew that he was created by Wu Yu... and he would show a high degree of natural obedience and dependence towards this person, just like a baby bird that would stumble into its mother's arms after breaking out of its shell.

He was created by Wu Yu and he belongs to Wu Yu.

The obedient Zhang Qiling followed Wu Yu and started to move forward in the middle of the large group. The fat man was still supporting him. Zhang Qiling could clearly see the sweat on the fat man's face, but the fat man grinned at him, indicating that it was okay to help his brother.

The fat man's sweat dripped down his forehead to his chin. Zhang Qiling wanted to reach out his hand to wipe it for him, but as soon as he raised his hand, he realized that his vision was blurred because his palms were covered in blood. He shrank back and made no other moves.

But Wu Yu saw it.

Xie Yuchen, who was in the second echelon, had been following Yan Bucun with Hei Xia Zi and Huo Daof. He looked back from time to time to check on the young man's defense situation, and when Wu Yu signaled to throw a handkerchief over here, he threw it over without hesitation.

Wu Yu immediately took it and handed it to Zhang Qiling who had been struggling. Zhang Qiling then successfully wiped the sweat off the fat man's face. Their happy look made Zhang Qiling a little unbelievable.

As they wiped the clothes while walking, the fat man tried to keep his chin in so that Zhang Qiling could wipe the clothes more carefully. This was rare for Zhang Qiling. Apart from peeling beans and cutting rabbit meat, the fat man enjoyed the personal service of humans. He wished he could put Zhang Qiling's hand on his face, because Zhang Qiling's hands were very cold due to excessive blood loss, and he could at least warm them with his body temperature.

The guy behind was like the last wolf king in the pack. Looking at Zhang Qiling being surrounded in the middle, he felt a little happy. It's not like he hadn't seen Zhang Qiling's cautious way of getting along with others in the past, but because he didn't understand her, he didn't know how he should react.

And now, the young man's fingertips were carefully rubbing his neck. He imagined how painful it must have been for Zhang Qiling, who was scratched by him, when he was desperately crawling on the bronze tree? How heartbroken must he have been when he was full of expectations and wanted to integrate into this group, but was hurt?

Even though he and Zhang Qiling had the same body, the young man just couldn't empathize with them.

But his empathy ability is not really that bad, so the young man knows clearly that even if he returns the pain he felt back then, he cannot restore Zhang Qiling's psychological activities under that condition.

It's not too late, but Zhang Qiling has never learned the meaning of grievance until today. He even regards the pain inflicted on his body as grace, and he regards the look of disgust as unreserved love. And this world has not even taught him to cry.

The young man walked at a slower pace step by step. The past could not be changed, but the present was still continuing. At present, he was no longer the lonely king, he was just an ordinary tail wolf in this team, and Zhang Qiling was still a cub.

Zhang Qiling is his brother, a brother who needs a lot of love and can live and die together. He will teach him to understand the world again, and then live forever with Wu Di, Fatty and others.

What the wolf pack needs is close mutual respect.

No one can abandon anyone.

Because they are an inseparable family.

Yan Bugun, who was in the front, quickly found the cellar where Yan Guangshan used to store weapons. In order to maintain the quality of cold weapons, the area here was very different from the place where people were imprisoned before.

The space was large and very clean, but because it was too empty, the temperature began to drop rapidly. Even though they brought in some carbon dioxide, it did not ease the temperature.

Yan Bucun looked around and stopped holding Xiaocun's hand. After all, Xiaocun had recovered and it would not be appropriate for him to carry him around as a pendant. Now that he had some free time, he leaned on the hanging candle and rubbed his hands before picking through the weapons.

I came here once when I was a kid, to pick out weapons for Fu Fu. It was so long ago...

Yan Bucun was breathing out white air because he was too cold. Zhang Qiling saw smoke coming out of Yan Bucun's head and immediately realized that he was still wearing someone else's clothes. But he didn't go away because they were covered in blood, and when it solidified, it looked like a scab rubbing against his body.

Zhang Qiling didn't know how to show his concern for others verbally. Helping the fat man wipe his sweat was a simple task. As long as he could get timely feedback with actions, he would not delay. But at the moment, Yan Bucun didn't seem to have anything to help with.

"Our hot weapons must have been almost used up along the way, so it would be a good idea to use something else." Yan Bucun picked and chose, and picked out a few high-quality items that were easy to carry.

The fat man, who had safely put Zhang Qiling down on the ground to rest, finally had the chance to kiss his real treasure when he took the machete handed over by Yan Buchun. This time, he had done nothing but run, and there was nothing he could take at all.

But Hei Xia Zi, who also received the weapon, raised his eyebrows when he heard the kissing sounds beside him, "Fatty, I'm telling you, you can't take the things in this door out."

The fat man, who was still immersed in joy, had obviously forgotten about this. His originally rosy face instantly turned pale and stinky, and he wanted to bite the black blind man who pointed out the truth.

"I can't take it out, but can't I give it a kiss? This is a large saber from the Western Han Dynasty, a true historical artifact!" The fat man held the handle tightly and continued to mutter, "Let me have a taste of it, I'll be satisfied in this life."

Wu Yu chuckled, slapped the fat man on the back, and advised him to be more positive. He knew that the fat man would never be satisfied and was just brainwashing himself.

"Okay, stop arguing. The most important thing is to conserve your energy. By the way, Hei Xiazi, where are your fried rice?" Xie Yuchen placed several hanging candles in the middle, and everyone sat around them holding their weapons.

Hei Xiazi frowned and refused to answer, "Where's your food? Did you feed it all to those guys when you ran away? I didn't expect you were willing to do so."

"How is that possible!" The fat man immediately put down his big sword, "It's just that we found that your fried rice is more valuable for restoring physical strength!"

"After all, you still want to get something for free..." After Hei Xia Zi found out the truth, he blinked and found that he could see clearly. So after confirming that Xie Yuchen's card was still on him, he hooked his finger at Wu Yu and asked him for money, "Your brothers are hungry, give me money!"

"Do you think I look like a rich man? Why are you still worrying about it? We are almost starving!" Wu Yu stood up and wanted to grab Hei Xia Zi's backpack, but the young man and Zhang Qiling had already sat together quietly and stole Hei Xia Zi's backpack.

So the green pepper fried rice fell all over the floor. Wu Yi quickly distributed it to everyone, and then evenly distributed a few canned food and dry food because Xiaohua didn't eat green peppers.

The fat man also had tools for heating up rice in his backpack. He set up a small pot and put the rice in it. When it started to heat up, the aroma filled the air, making the people waiting drool.

"By the way, Comrade Bu Cun, will your ability to transform into three affect the ability of the red line? I have never been able to see it, so I have been wanting to ask." The meal was ready, and the fat man put the food in lunch boxes for everyone, distributed it to everyone one by one, and then asked.

Yan Bucun shook his head and took the green pepper and shredded pork fried rice handed to him by the fat man. "It doesn't matter, but if I can't fight against three of them, then I'll merge them again. This time, with the basic fusion, it won't take so much time, don't worry."

Guaiguai, who was blocking the door, looked at Yan Bushun with some dissatisfaction after hearing it. It was bad enough that he couldn't get food, but the other person could also take his life anytime and anywhere. How domineering!

Guaiguai hummed, not wanting to look at Yan Bucun anymore, so he turned his gaze to Zhang Qiling.

Unfortunately, Zhang Qiling didn't say anything to support them. He just ate his own food like a well-behaved puppet.

Guaiguai didn't even need to think about it. There was really no need for others to help him persuade Yan Bu Cun to not merge. However, he just had an inexplicable expectation in his heart, wanting to gain Zhang Qiling's attention, even if it was just a little bit.

This big creature with two hearts didn't seem to realize his affection, but Wu Yu tilted his head and met its big bowling ball eyes, which seemed to have noticed something.

At the moment when Wu Yi was stunned, Xiao Cun had already used the advantage of his thin body to squeeze himself away and ran to sit next to Zhang Qiling.

The young man held up his rice, his eyes shining, as if he wanted to give all the food he had to Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling shook his head and declined. He was already full and there was no need to eat the child's food.

After seeing Zhang Qiling's rejection, Xiao Cun even licked his face and was reluctant to leave. Then, Wu Yi had a gloomy face, picked him up with one hand and threw him back to Yan Bucun. After landing, Xiao Cun bared his teeth at Wu Yi like a kitten who was suddenly stressed.

Wu Yu rolled his eyes and responded rudely.

Each of Yan Bucun's clones was so difficult to deal with. Didn't the medical field have multiple personalities with different personalities and preferences? Yan Bucun's situation should be similar, but why did they keep staring at Zhang Qiling?

Wu Yu moved closer to Zhang Qiling. What evil intentions did they have? His own Zhang Qiling hasn't even woken up yet, but they are already thinking about eating meat. It's really hard to guard against evil intentions!