Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling held Yan Xiaonan's mouth, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, with a dangerous look that he himself was not aware of. He spoke each word slowly, and mentioned to Yan Xiaonan the thing that the other party cared about the most, "There is no time. Time has no effect on this matter. Go home."

Yan Xiaonan, who was unable to struggle free, widened his eyes in shock after hearing these words. He naturally knew what the young man meant by "no time". The other party did not mean that he was going to die. He knew his physical condition. Here, among the people he knew, the only one who had no time was Yan Ran, his younger brother!

After a moment, when Zhang Qiling saw the realization in Yan Xiaonan's eyes, he let go of his hand.

The moment Yan Xiaonan regained his freedom, he immediately crawled away from Zhang Qiling. He didn't even have time to grab the spear he had thrown out. Although Yan Xiaonan didn't know what was going on with this group of people who appeared inexplicably, once Yan Ran was involved, he would be extremely alert to deal with it.

Therefore, Yan Xiaonan chose to turn over and quickly mount the horse. The yellow sand was scattered again due to the horse's hooves, but this time, it was because Yan Xiaonan was eager to return home, not because of a life-and-death battle.

"No time, is that what you mean..." Wu Yu murmured. At this moment, he finally understood why Zhang Qiling said this when he got into the car in the desert.

Because Wu Yu initially thought that Zhang Qiling’s words about no time were an imitation of Brother, a mockery of Brother’s divine gift, and a disdain for his own ten-year plan...

But it seemed that Zhang Qiling had already realized during his time in the gate that the one who was deprived of time was not just himself, who was sacrificed, imprisoned, and worshipped as a god.

Wu Yu recalled the meaning of what Zhang Qiling had said in the past. In fact, it seemed that Zhang Qiling had never brought up the protagonist as a subject from the beginning. He just associated himself and the little brother into the story. However, what Zhang Qiling understood was obviously Yan Xiaonan, not anyone else. He just forgot about it and then remembered this sentence.

Not sure, but knowing that he had to bring this up, Wu Yu's hands trembled. He couldn't believe that Zhang Qiling, who had lost his memory, could remember such an important clue and stop that force from trading with Yan Xiaonan after his memory inside the sect was restored!

And Zhang Qiling's reminder now is to let Yan Xiaonan go to see Yan Ran for the last time.

Yan Xiaonan is the one who has the least time.

Time is the least effective thing in this matter.

"Don't think about it, just catch up quickly, or you'll lose me soon." Hei Xia Zi immediately lowered his head and followed the horseshoe prints left by Yan Xiaonan to find the route, but the battlefield was full of corpses, and it was difficult to tell the direction of Yan Xiaonan, so he could only move forward and walk in the approximate direction.

Wu Yi held Zhang Qiling's hand tightly, helped him up, and brushed off the sand on Zhang Qiling's body.

Yan Bucun, who witnessed the whole process, had no time to feel jealous. He could only hold the path-finding police dog Hei Xiazi's shoulder and said, "I'll lead the way. I know the route."

Upon hearing this, Hei Xia Zi immediately grinned, fearing that he would be tired, and quickly gave way to Yan Bucun, walking sideways beside him, letting Yan Bucun lead the way in front.

Soon, they arrived at Yan Xiaonan's "end of life".

The old house of the Yan family was decorated in a grand and majestic manner because of Yan Xiaonan's great military exploits. This made the Yan family's mansion the most distinctive building in the Western Han Dynasty. Only the Yan family's plaque was hung high in the city. Zhang Qiling looked up and found that it was painted a brilliant red with tung oil, which was surprisingly bright.

At this time, the sun rose completely as time passed, allowing the sunlight to shine into the square courtyard unhindered.

Zhang Qiling was in the middle, watching Yan Bucun and Hei Xiazi in front of him enter. The two figures staggered, cutting through the sunlight, which was not even scorching to begin with. There were fierce sounds of things being thrown and a group of people begging for mercy coming from the hall.

Zhang Qiling squeezed through the gap and hid behind a pillar with everyone else to listen. Yan Xiaonan seemed to be scolding someone, and his voice was very loud. "You bunch of quacks! My brother won't die, he won't die! Change your diagnosis, change all of them!!!"

After hearing this, Wu Yu nodded curiously and nervously, but was pressed into Zhang Qiling's arms. From this perspective, Zhang Qiling could see through the crack in the door and see most of the doctors kneeling on the ground, as well as Yan Ran's sickly white wrist which was blocked by Yan Xiaonan's body.

It was like a lotus root that had lost all its vitality, hanging there barely alive with only fine threads...

The fat man didn't dare to listen or watch anymore. He covered the lower half of his face and turned his head away. Although this was agreed by Yan Xiaonan and it was his plan to follow Yan Bucun's words to make Yan Ran no longer suffer from the torture of pain but not be able to die.

But now, Yan Xiaonan of the Western Han Dynasty did not know that he had been deprived of the only way to save Yan Ran.

This great general who had spent half his life fighting on the battlefield, the pillar of the Yan family, the eldest son born out of wedlock, and Yan Ran's elder brother, could only watch his younger brother, his lover who had violated ethical principles, slowly lose all his life.

Yan Xiaonan held Yan Ran's thin hand. His eyes, which had never been blinded by the wind and sand, were now shedding hot tears. The man on the sickbed was dying, with endless blood rolling down his throat, as if all the flesh in his heart was being gouged out, cutting it piece by piece, and he could not get rid of it.

"Look at your brother, look at me...Xiaoran, don't go, don't go, can you please look at your brother?" Yan Xiaonan put Yan Ran's cold hand on his cheek before he had time to wipe it.

His own warmth was not enough to warm up a person who had been lying in bed for a long time. Yan Xiaonan could only hold Yan Ran in his arms in bewilderment and listen to the doctor's audible gasps below.

Yan Ran's breathing gradually became shallow, and his beautiful eyes stared at the lover in front of him. The other person's outline was blurred in his sight, but he knew that his brother was crying. However, he could not do anything. He was in so much pain that he could not hear his brother's sobs. He could only feel the hot tears, like heavy rain, hitting his face.

So, he could only hold up his last bit of strength and lick the corner of his lips. The tip of his tongue touched his brother's tears, just as if, just as if, at the moment of his death, he had kissed him...

Brother, I really love you very much.

Yan Ran's heartbeat completely stopped, and Yan Xiaonan's last tear fell on the other's eyelid, and then passed away silently. This world without any mercy finally took away the person Yan Xiaonan loved the most.

"You won't die, right? You won't die... My Xiaoran will live a hundred years. Is it too cold here? Is it too late for brother to come back? Is Xiaoran joking with brother? Brother will not leave, brother will stay with you, brother will always be with you..." Yan Xiaonan knew that the person in his arms was dead, but he still kissed his lips to deceive himself that he was still warm.

None of the doctors in the hall said a word. They just watched in silence as the patient who could not be saved walked away. Then, the person who witnessed his departure also took the soul of General Yan away.

The realization of a wish comes at a price.

But if someone told Yan Xiaonan now that he could resurrect Yan Ran, he would definitely do it just like he did in the past, even if it meant going through fire and water.

However, Wu Yu, Yan Bucun, Zhang Qiling, Hei Xiazi...

Everyone knows that in the future, Yan Xiaonan will watch Yan Ran suffer step by step and experience the real pain of becoming Yan Guangxian. He must have hoped later that if he had not been so persistent at the time and let Yan Ran suffer a short pain rather than a long one, and strangled everything in the cradle, the other party would not have to suffer so much.

Xiaoran should have left long ago. It was my wishful thinking that led to the hatred between us and made us hate each other for a thousand years.

At this moment, Zhang Qiling, listening to Yan Xiaonan's crying and his self-deceiving words, couldn't help feeling something strange in his heart, which made his fingertips tremble a few times. At this time, Wu Yu felt the abnormality of the hand above his head, so he shook his head at Zhang Qiling.

This is the cause and effect in the world. Since you have blocked it, don't be too sad. You have already known the result and the answer. You don't need to feel that you owe Yan Xiaonan for your actions.

Because this is the future Yan Xiaonan, the decision made for the Yan Xiaonan at this moment, and this is the opportunity left for the present Yan Xiaonan by Yan Ran, who has suffered for a thousand years. Together, they have accomplished what they wanted to do most at the beginning.

Die when you love each other the most, and die before hatred sprouts.

So let go, be free,

Let all love, hate, anger and ignorance,

It will all become our destiny to meet in the next life.

The space suddenly collapsed, and Zhang Qiling and others fell out of the long river of time and space belonging to Yan Xiaonan of the Western Han Dynasty. Zhang Qiling, who fell to the ground, witnessed with his own eyes that the door was broken, but the scattered lenses made Zhang Qiling see an unusual scene.

Yan Ran, who had become a soul, was now holding Yan Xiaonan's hand with a smile. There was no sinisterness in his clear eyes. He raised his eyebrows brightly, looking arrogant and insolent like a simple young man. "Brother, let's be lovers in the next life... I promise, I will never be separated from you again!"

Yan Xiaonan grabbed Yan Ran's hand absentmindedly.

Into his arms,

Until everything is destroyed.

Yan Bucun and Hei Xiazi also obviously saw this strange scene. After a brief moment of daze, Hei Xiazi was awakened by the fat man.

"What did you see? Why are the three of you standing there in a daze?!" The fat man came closer curiously and observed the surroundings carefully. There was no door here, only nothingness.

After Hei Xia Zi looked at Yan Bucun and Zhang Qiling and confirmed that what he had just seen was not an illusion, he said, "When the space was shattered, I saw the two of them. Uh...the two souls agreed to continue their relationship in the next life."

"So Mary Sue? You haven't read too many novels." Wu Xie shook his clothes and teased Hei Xia Zi, but he didn't think Hei Xia Zi was lying. At most, he thought he was exaggerating.

Hei Xia Zi pushed the frame of his glasses and stood up anxiously on one foot, "You've read too many novels. Ask Yan Bu Cun and Qi if this is the case!"

Zhang Qiling blinked and then nodded.

Yan Bucun held his forehead and commented, "It is indeed a bit fantastic, but in that space just now, we were very close to the center of the formation..."

He shook the bronze mother bell and said, "It's much farther away now. I guess it took advantage of the destruction of Yan Xiaonan's karma to protect itself and teleported us out."

"That cause and effect really happened, right?" Xie Yuchen frowned, "After this, do they really cease to exist?"

"Yes." Yan Bucun nodded, "I originally thought that destroying it would save Yan Ran from death, but I think Yan Xiaonan already knew that as long as he knew he could revive Yan Ran, he would do it by any means.

After all, his eyes are a gift from that force to loyal believers. His future self will know more clearly his past stubbornness, so he is certain that we will stop him from making a wish.

Because if he lives with the goal of resurrecting Yan Ran, he will never be at peace in his life. He knows his own character too well, so he simply doesn't let his past self know about this. So he won't know and won't regret it. "

After saying that, Yan Bucun's expression darkened, and he continued, "In fact, it was also my fault. If I had found the exact location of the array's center and destroyed it directly, perhaps I could have used its remaining power to infuse it into Yan Ran and create an immortal who could completely cure the disease."

"This is already the best result." Hei Xiazi couldn't stand on one leg, so he pressed on Yan Bucun's shoulders to support his body.

The fat man also echoed and tried to comfort Yan Bucun, "It's not that we have nothing to do with it, or anything like that. We have managed to chase after that force without giving up, which is already very good."

The young man also nodded, agreeing with them.