Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling looked at Yan Guangxin's appearance and saw that although his attack was harsh, he frowned slightly, as if he was still regretting the blow with the ruler just now.

This demeanor does not show that he is a bloodthirsty person. The unapproachable appearance brought by Yan Guangxian makes his heart look extremely soft.

"I don't know him." Zhang Qiling answered Hei Xiazi, then looked at the peaceful scene and continued, "I saw him downstairs."

Hei Xia Zi could tell that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any further questions. After all, he was not the type of person like Wu Yu who would dig into things. He had lived for so long and knew enough. He didn't need one more, and he wouldn't need one more. Hei Xia Zi touched the things in his pocket. Men usually did this to take out a cigarette, but Zhang Qiling had never seen him smoke.

But at this moment, the cell phone just happened to respond to Hei Xia Zi's action and rang at the right time.

But the caller was not from Wu Yu, who had been blocked by Hei Xia Zi because he was annoyed by him, but from an unknown number.

Hei Xia Zi glanced at Zhang Qiling, then answered the call on hands-free mode.

This voice was the old man holding seven incense sticks that Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qi Ling had heard just now. "If you want to leave here, you have to break the curse of this place for us." His old voice was like the rustling of dry bark in the wind. "We need you, Lord God..."

The call was hung up and there was only a busy tone.

At this time, Wu Yu was not clear about which ethnic group and force this was. In his mind, he had not even figured out who the "it" mentioned in his uncle's and Chen Wenjin's notes was. How could he understand the confrontation between the three people in front of him now?

When he was nervous, he would involuntarily bite the soft flesh at the corners of his mouth. Although there was no bleeding, the pain would calm him down in the extremely huge amount of information.

The fat man noticed Wu Yu's uneasiness and stuffed the black donkey hoof back into his bag early. Now he put one hand on Wu Yu's shoulder, leaning on him in a relaxed posture as he always did when he was free. "Don't worry, Tian Zhen, aren't we getting closer and closer to them? We will definitely be able to meet Brother Qi Ling soon!"

His words made Wu Xie feel more at ease, but Zhang Qiling did not hastily expose that everyone had taken the wrong path. He just continued to watch the farce calmly.

The adult was not angry, nor did he kill the brother and sister. He just cut the boy's tendons quickly at a speed that ordinary people could not see, and knocked them unconscious.

"You may not have the final say on immortality, but I will not let my people die in front of me again, never again..."

The man simply made them unable to move, and then, there seemed to be something in the man's hand emitting red light. When Zhang Qiling and Fatty Wu Xie wanted to get closer, their eyes were burned.

"Close your eyes!" Zhang Qiling ordered, blocking with his left arm, taking a few steps back, and trying to grab Wu Yu and the fat man with his right hand, but it was obviously too late, and his hand fell into empty air.

Wu Yu rubbed his eyes, which were already tearing up from the pain, with his right hand, and reached forward with his other hand, "Brother, Fatty, where are you?! Why can't I see anything!"

Fortunately, after Zhang Qiling stood still, he was the one who recovered his vision the fastest. He turned around and pulled Wu Yu and the fat man together with both hands. The fat man was arguing with his blind eyes, but now he was pulled by Zhang Qiling and lost his balance.

Even Zhang Qiling, who had just maxed out his status, couldn't stop the fat man from colliding with Wu Yu.

"God damn it, what the hell is going on? What made me, a fat man, tremble?!" The fat man grabbed the hand that was rubbing his belly, confirmed the length of the index and middle fingers, and found that it was not the young man. The touch of the delicate skin and tender flesh was more like Wu Yu, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

What's the big deal about being molested by your own (innocent) child?

That's called the touch of love!

Zhang Qiling clearly saw the man called the adult dragging the two children by the collar and walking towards the dry osmanthus tree in the yard.

The man cut his palm. Zhang Qiling had done this countless times before. He seemed to be aware of the inexplicable familiarity of this man and finally came to a conclusion.

This person actually possesses the bloodline of the Zhang family...

Insects prefer to sleep in the middle of autumn. The cicadas, now lying on the tree trunks singing their last happy song, have gradually weakened their voices because of the man's blood on the tree. Zhang Qiling pulled the blind Wu Di and the fat man closer, "Brother... my eyes hurt..." Wu Di wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were closed by Zhang Qiling's hands.

"Be obedient." Zhang Qiling's tone did not change, but the three of them had been together long enough to naturally hear some soothing meaning in his voice.

Zhang Qiling bit off his index finger, pointed at Wu Yu and the fat man's eyes, and then said, "Don't open your eyes."

This is not really a healing method. If Qilin blood can cure both external and internal injuries, then it is not blood, it is holy water.

However, Zhang Qiling never tells lies, and Wu Xie is willing to believe him. The fat man closed his originally empty eyes and smiled secretly. This was not really a treatment for Wu Xie. It was just something that happened afterwards, and someone didn't want himself and Tian Zhen to know.

And the young man started using half-lies that even he himself didn't understand. It was a familiar formula and a familiar routine.

Maybe it's because I've been involved with Wu Sanxing for too long,

Zhang Qiling always speaks half-heartedly now, leaving the choice of belief or not to the questioner, but the meaning of this person himself is that he is an absolutely sincere existence.

His words will make people believe them unconsciously and willingly, because he will use everything in himself to tell you that he is worthy enough and unique.

Now that Zhang Qiling had moved closer, he realized that it was not a cicada, but a dying corpse-bug that had not yet shed its skin. As its outer shell was corroded by the man's blood, a mechanism hidden underneath its body was revealed. The man pressed the thing in his hand into it, and the branches of the osmanthus tree began to turn aimlessly like a whip. Perhaps nourished by the blood, it even began to grow leaves crazily, and the bark of its trunk began to crack.

The man did not remove his hand until the crack was gradually large enough for people to enter. He threw the siblings out and then returned to the inner room.

Zhang Qiling pulled Wu Yi and the fat man and followed the man at an orderly pace. Fortunately, they trusted each other wholeheartedly. Wu Yi and the fat man followed Zhang Qiling without any hesitation, without asking for the way ahead, just for fear of disturbing the running young man.

The man carried out a child who had just undergone a longevity ritual from the bed in the inner room. Zhang Qiling could only say this based on his understanding.

The child was wearing only a pair of underwear, and the rest of his clothes were ragged, with sponge-like holes all over his body. He had not been able to observe the boy carefully just now, but now he realized that they were actually the marks left by some creature sucking on him, because it was not long ago and the redness and swelling were even obvious.

"Grandpa, it really hurts!" Xiao Cun, who was slacking off, was caught red-handed. He puffed up his mouth and covered his head.

However, Yan Guangxian's ruler fell again. Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand to block it, but it went through. The ruler hit Xiaocun's hand right on the back of his hand, but it was obviously much lighter than the last time.

Hei Xiazi tilted his head and took a look, "Qi, do you feel sorry for him?"

The back of Xiao Cun's hand now looked a little deflated because there was no fat filling in the lower skin. Clear blood vessels could be seen on it. But because Yan Guangshan did not kill him this time, Xiao Cun actually laughed foolishly.

His eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and his dark eyes were not lifeless.

very beautiful.

“Heartbroken…?” Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes after seeing this scene and retracted the hand he had rashly extended just now. He repeated these two words, as if he understood the warmth and coldness of the human nature in the world on the ground.

Perhaps they are both children taught by Yan Guangshan. Fu Fu and Xiao Cun’s personalities are indeed very similar. However, from the perspective that Fu Fu is a puppet, he should be something created later for Xiao Cun to play with. Therefore, Xiao Cun should be the source of Fu Fu’s true personality. As for Yan Guangshan’s personality, it is completely different from the Yan Guangshan who now lives in his body.

The current Yan Guangshan is the Yan Guangshan that Zhang Qiling has seen, the Yan Guangshan formed by the two magnetic fields. He is restrained and polite, gentle as jade, and his severity is also because Xiao Cun secretly played in class, but the next moment he becomes gentle. He does not have that kind of violence, nor is he fierce enough to kill people. All he has is real emotions...

Zhang Qiling turned the red jade beads in his pocket, and fine electric currents penetrated his fingertips, allowing his divergent thoughts to finally reach the true conclusion.

The one in his body might not really be Yan Guangxin. The real immortal might still be living in some corner of the world. He felt the familiar feeling of the passing of time and completely locked his eyes on Xiao Cun.

"I'm curious." Zhang Qiling expressed his interest in him.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground could be heard in the distance.