Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

What he hates most in his life is infatuated people, so he has never had a good impression of such people whose reason is dominated by emotions.

Yan Yunyao's head was also pulled down, but her body did not surrender until her death. She just knelt down, and even the sound of her knee bones cracking was particularly clear. Even when she was killed, she did not let go of Yan Pingyang who was carrying her on her back.

She straightened her back with an extraordinarily sad fortitude, like a proud plum blossom that is unafraid of the frost.

Zhang Qiling ignored her last unyielding will. After all, the anaconda was still a snake and could only rely on using its muscles to swallow food through its throat. Zhang Qiling touched the anaconda's head, as if it was a reward for seeing his own child eating well.

His originally emotionless face revealed a sinister look as if he sensed something. Looking towards the corridor, Zhang Qiling was well protected. Apart from the bloody right arm, there were no other visible wounds on his body. The He Luo fish also returned to its egg sheath and became a plump red jade bead again.

somebody is coming.

Zhang Qiling turned around and hid behind the tree. The boa constrictor obviously did not have that kind of self-awareness. It just spit out its tongue and slowly climbed back to the tree branch with satisfaction.

When Hei Xia Zi came in, he had actually noticed Yan Yunyao a long time ago. Even though she had no head, he could recognize from her clothes that the person carrying the headless corpse was the only woman in the team.

Her blood and the blood of the rest of the people flowed to the entrance of the corridor. Hei Xia Zi's shoes stepped on it, making a clear sound, but his mind was not there at all. Hei Xia Zi's eyes were always fixed on the desolate ground, and he kept turning over the corpses.

This is not...that is not...!

He didn't care whether the anaconda would kill him or not, he just wanted to confirm whether Zhang Qiling was among the corpses here.

Until Zhang Qiling was bored behind the tree, tapping the time with his index finger on the side of his leg, he could clearly hear Fu Fu's ridicule, Hei Xia Zi's anxiety and the continuous gunshots...

If you say wait,

It is the longest process.

In fact, Zhang Qiling didn’t know what he was waiting for, or rather, in his Yan Guangshan’s world, there was no one worth waiting for.

He had died a long time ago after teaching Wang Canghai in the Ming Dynasty. His body was dead, but his soul was alive, staying there, living forever, and achieving the true realm of immortality in the ultimate.

All that he had been waiting for and wanted to wait for were slowly worn away and smoothed out in the long river of time. And now Yan Guangxian, who was resurrected in Zhang Qiling's body, had mercilessly killed his descendants since he woke up just now.

Those descendants who coveted the fruit of the human-faced tree and wished for immortality did not heed Yan Guangxin's warning. This place was not only his final resting place, but also a forbidden area guarded by generations of the Yan family.

Yan Guangshan's annoyance at the intrusion of the Yan family has been suppressed, and what came over him is a feeling of confusion. He looked down at his still breathing body, feeling the freshness of life again, and thought to himself, is that strange guy wearing sunglasses who was turning over the corpse a friend of this Zhang family body?

The arrival of the black bear aroused some interest in him.

"Where did you take him? I'm asking you, where is that idiot?!" Hei Xia Zi grabbed Fu Fu's collar tightly and lifted up Fu Fu's head, looking extremely excited.

Fu Fu didn't know where the pronunciation came from. He didn't even have a mouth, but he could still speak: "How should I know? He went to find Master Yan, and Master Yan is about to be resurrected! Do you know that Master Yan is coming back!"

He only answered Lord Yan when he opened his mouth, which made the angry Hei Xia Zi very dissatisfied. He threw Fu Fu to the ground, and the other party fell to the ground like a porcelain doll, but he kept repeating Lord Yan, which made Hei Xia Zi lose his patience. "You keep talking about Lord Yan. Don't you have any other words in your mouth?"

"That's what I'm saying! Lord Yan...! Lord Yan!... Lord Yan...!" Fu Fu shouted even louder when he heard it, and he seemed to be resisting Hei Xia Zi like a stubborn child who refused to give in.

His voice reached Yan Guangshan's ears, making Yan Guangshan wonder how long it had been since he had seen his puppet?

Yan Guangxian finally came out. He didn't know how the real Zhang Qiling would react, so he could only come up with one solution. Not saying anything was the safest way to prevent Hei Xiazi from finding out anything through asking questions.

He pretended to be suddenly exhausted, his body tilted towards his badly injured right arm, and his shoulders looked a little droopy.

"You idiot..." When Hei Xiazi saw him, he quickly approached him and froze. At that time, Yan Guangshan didn't know that his eyes were emitting red light. "Your eyes?"

Hei Xia Zi's words made Yan Guangshan subconsciously touch the corner of his eye with his left hand. There was no mirror here, only Hei Xia Zi's sunglasses facing him, and his appearance was not clearly reflected in them. Yan Guangshan did not expect such an obvious acting mistake, and then he lowered his eyelids slightly and hissed in pain.

So Hei Xia Zi's attention was quickly diverted and he noticed Zhang Qiling's injured right arm. The bone at the shoulder was sunken and there were signs of tearing where the skin was connected. The bone was obviously dislocated, and the wound that was sucked into a hole by something could not stop bleeding.

Hei Xia Zi knew that instead of worrying about these things, it would be better to treat the wound first. He took out gauze and medicine from his bag and quickly treated Zhang Qiling, but found that the other person's body temperature was very hot. He was afraid that he had an infection and fever, so he bandaged the wound even faster.

At the same time, Yan Guangshan was also observing the other party. Hei Xiazi's technique was very skillful, the muscles of his forearms were clearly visible, he had very healthy wheat-colored skin, and he frowned very gently.

"You should tell me what happened just now?" Hei Xia Zi fixed Zhang Qiling's arm and then withdrew his hand. He lit fire all the way to force Fu Fu to cut off his retreat. Now he was sweating profusely and looked a little embarrassed. He unzipped his leather jacket and took it off casually. He pulled the hem of his black vest and kept lifting it, letting air in to cool down.

Fu Fu was lying on the ground. His limbs were useless and he could only twist his waist hard, looking like a maggot.

Hei Xia Zi wanted to ask something else, but his ankle was grabbed by Fu Fu's twisted hand. He kicked the man away calmly, but Fu Fu crawled over again the next second.

He continued to kick, he continued to crawl, he continued to kick, he continued to crawl...

Yan Guangshan's mouth twitched when he saw this scene.

[My doll loves me too much, what should I do if the overbearing blind man takes it away by force? 】

His divergent imagination was soon interrupted. He shook his head and tried to throw away the book of trash talk that Wang Zanghai had recommended to him. How could he be thinking of such an ancient thing?

Yan Guangshan tried to hold back the curling of his lips, but suddenly he felt a pain in his brain as if an iron rod was inserted into it. He almost lost his balance, but was supported by Hei Xia Zi in an instant. Hei Xia Zi also noticed that his temperature was dropping rapidly.

"Are you okay?" Hei Xia Zi's inquiring voice sounded like an echo coming from an open area in Yan Guangshan's ears, echoing layer by layer.

Yan Guangshan covered his head tightly with his hands, trying to drive away the intense pain. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale, and his lips had lost their color.

His mind kept flashing back to the scenes he had never seen before, including three worried faces looking at him, biscuits and chocolates stuffed into his hands, and the dark blue figure standing in front of him without hesitation...

These beautiful memories made Yan Guangshan upset. He had never felt so cared for so warmly before.

Who is the person who is treated kindly?

Yan Guangxian felt like his head was about to explode. Hei Xia Zi was saying something intermittently, and the tension in his eyes was so close that he could not speak a word in response. Until his consciousness suddenly disappeared like a broken string, his body fell on Hei Xia Zi and buried his head in the other's neck.

It's getting colder.

Hei Xia Zi hugged Zhang Qiling tightly.

When Zhang Qiling woke up, he was held in Heixiazi's arms. The vision in front of his eyes gradually became clearer from blurry. Then his eyes met Heixiazi who suddenly lowered his head and moved closer. He saw his own appearance through his sunglasses, with his eyes clearly black and white.

Hei Xiazi burst out laughing, "Oh my god, you finally woke up!"

He sat up slowly, only to find that his right arm was propped up by a tree branch and wrapped like a mummy.

There was also a tree stump lying on the ground.

Oh no, it should be Fu Fu.

Zhang Qiling looked at the branch in his hand, then looked at the tree stump wearing Fu Fu's clothes. After confirming again and again, he realized that it was its arm.

"What happened?" Zhang Qiling felt that everything was beyond his expectations. His pupils were trembling. Wherever he looked, there was only blood, corpses and a particularly conspicuous headless corpse kneeling on the ground with another person on its back.

Hei Xiazi's smile froze, his eyes full of disbelief. He pointed at himself and said, "You ask me, who should I ask?" He showed a look of despair again, and formed a knocking shape with his palms, placed them on his mouth and nose, and took a deep breath of oxygen like the patients in the ICU ward:

"No, I'm suffocating!"

Zhang Qiling looked away as he watched his performance. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. Too many messy images flashed through his mind.

Yan Yunyao's wailing echoed in his ears for a long time...

Did he kill them himself? Did he do it himself? Zhang Qiling lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were covered with only his own blood, but seemed to be stained with the sin of killing everyone.

"Knife." Zhang Qiling didn't know where to start, and could only seek some comfort from the moment he lost control.

Hei Xiazi spread his hands and said, "I don't know. When I saw you, you didn't have a knife."

He walked back to the tree trunk and took out the black gold ancient knife. Feeling the happy buzz of the knife after being picked up by its owner, Zhang Qiling looked up at the shade of the tree. The boa constrictor on the human-faced tree had no intention of attacking anyone, but he wiped the blood on his body onto the groove of the black gold ancient knife. Then a burst of fire suddenly appeared in the sky, illuminating half of his body.

"Come down." Zhang Qiling ordered.