Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

In fact, there is some truth in the saying that there is a golden house in books. Hei Xia Zi's second notebook is indeed more exciting than what he said.

The word "curse" at the beginning has attracted everyone's attention, but Zhang Qiling is still immersed in his own world. If you ask why he didn't ask about the condition of the person in his body, it was because he was embarrassed by Yan Bucun's interruption. Now it is difficult for him to speak again.

After all, everyone came over to watch with great interest, and exclaimed from time to time.

Zhang Qiling was held tightly by Hei Xia Zi at that time and couldn't take a single step forward. Even though Hei Xia Zi couldn't open his eyes, he realized that there would be nothing good ahead.

"Calm down! Why do you want to move forward?!" Hei Xiazi grabbed Zhang Qiling's left club, but was afraid of really hurting the other party, so he gathered his strength, moved his hand, and changed his target to hug Zhang Qiling's waist.

Who would have thought that Zhang Qiling's waist was softer than a willow tree, and for a moment Hei Xia Zi was afraid that he would be broken by the other party.

Zhang Qiling stood still. Because of Hei Xiazi's pulling, he restrained the urge to rush in. "Sorry."

He didn't say what was ahead, nor did he give any explanation. He just stared at the light coming from the tree.

The flames had burned the entire osmanthus tree black, but could not stop it from losing its beautiful appearance. It had turned into a human-faced tree, with a deep, dark trunk. The branches that were about to break into charcoal had regained their vitality, and the branches and tops that had experienced the severe fire were still producing red and plump fruits one after another.

Yan Ran and Yan Xiaonan, who were Tianci, have not spoken to each other for a long time. It is hard to tell which one of them is more tragic. Yan Ran lost his original eyes, and replaced them with a pair of eyes that look more like a beast. Yan Xiaonan below couldn't stop twitching his body, as if he was in extreme pain. He rolled his eyes and his spirit was almost depressed.

Until Yan Ran swallowed back the bloody smell coming out of his mouth, his throat rolled, and he laughed, "Brother, are you too excited to think that you will have to live in this extremely old body for the rest of your life?"

But it was obvious that the people below would not reply to Yan Ran. The pain was like their meridians being crushed one by one, and bones being stuck in another joint. It was so painful that it was indescribable.

Yan Ran held the tree trunk with one hand to steady his body, then took a look at the tragic scene in the yard before finally walking into the tree.

Zhang Qiling patted Heixiazi's head, reminding him that there was no danger at the moment. Fortunately, after Yan Ran entered, the gap in the tree trunk gradually closed, and all the light that came through disappeared in an instant. Heixiazi tore off the black cloth on his eyes at lightning speed and put on the black sunglasses hanging in his clothes.

After recovering, Hei Xia Zi loosened his grip on Zhang Qiling's waist and once again looked confident of victory. He then looked at the current scene with satisfaction and said, "Well, let's go this time!"

He had seen many death scenes, so he was not angry now. It was okay as long as nothing serious happened to Zhang Qiling.

After walking a few steps, Hei Xiazi grabbed a corner of Zhang Qiling's cotton-padded jacket. He looked around and suddenly found something staring at him.

Hei Xiazi's sixth sense made him very sensitive to this kind of sight, and he couldn't help but think of the old man in the fog, "Don't hide, come out."

The person who came out was indeed the old man in the fog. Before coming here, Hei Xia Zi had never seen Yan Xiaonan, so he naturally would not associate this old man and the dying general lying on the ground were the same person.

The ten fingers of Yan Xiaonan's hand, which had been holding the incense just now, were hanging half-closed, with bruises on the joints. His leg, which fell to the ground, was noticeably bent at the knee. From the front, it seemed that he was standing on the ground relying on the thigh bone.

Zhang Qiling did not open his eyes in the mist of incense, so naturally he did not expect that General Yan Xiaonan was in such a miserable state now.

Yan Ran’s wish, or maybe God’s gift was so powerful that Yan Xiaonan actually managed to survive to this day with this broken body.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Yan Ran has paid a huge price for this transaction. His eyes have been replaced with that kind of look...

“I didn’t expect to meet someone other than you here, but Lord God, you made me wait so long…” Yan Xiaonan’s forced pretense of being normal just now was no longer the case. Hearing this, he was actually looking forward to Zhang Qiling’s arrival.

Zhang Qiling glanced at the person who was still struggling to breathe on the ground. The Yan Xiaonan in the past was constantly vomiting blood. The body that he was proud of killing on the battlefield had been destroyed. Zhang Qiling's gaze turned to the hands of the current entity Yan Xiaonan.

No one knew how he restored those ten fingers to normal so that he could see himself.

However, although Zhang Qiling appeared calm on the surface, he could perhaps imagine that the old man had gotten used to the pain over the years, and before he arrived, he had forcibly bent his broken fingers back one by one, and finally, with a "relatively normal" look, he dared to show up after being obscured by the mist.

Hei Xia Zi pulled Zhang Qiling over and stood in front of him. The old man opposite gave people a very uncomfortable feeling, not to mention that there was a residual image on the ground. The magnetic field could only present the past. These so-called sounds... Hei Xia Zi clicked his tongue. He should have thought that they were man-made.

But now standing on someone else's territory, Hei Xiazi is still very wild, "Wait for chicken feathers! Did my Qi let you wait? And that God, no matter how nice your words are, my Qi will not help you. Besides, you have lived for so many years, you are so shameless!"

But Yan Xiaonan did not feel angry at all when he heard Hei Xia Zi's insults. It seemed that his arrogance had been thoroughly washed away by the blood he shed that year.

"Qi..." Zhang Qiling was unable to hold Hei Xia Zi's hand, so he could only use his hands, which were wrapped like a hammer, to hit Hei Xia Zi's back lightly, as if to remind him not to act too aggressively.

But Hei Xia Zi was not really stupid, and what he said was just to trick people. Yan Xiaonan was seen stroking his beard slowly. From this perspective, he looked more elegant and scholarly, and a bit like Yan Guangxian when he was teaching.

"In my life, the least important thing is my face. I have been waiting for God here for a long, long time... I hope that God will help my tribe!" Yan Xiaonan said that he was shameless, and he really was shameless. He knelt so smoothly that his knees hit the ground loudly.

Zhang Qiling was half distracted and half listening when he saw this. When it came to the exciting part, his mind was wandering. When he was thinking, he always liked to purse his lips and make his whole face a little tense. He also loved to think slowly about those words that he felt familiar when everyone was already exploring the next step.

Yan Ran and Yan Guangshan, the old man and Yan Xiaonan, the osmanthus tree is a human-faced tree, the balance is given by heaven...

These doubts that had never been thoroughly investigated were carefully picked up again by him. When Zhang Qiling couldn't figure something out, he would subtly try to observe Yan Bucun's reaction.

Because Yan Bucun's offensive behavior just now was to deliberately interrupt him to ask the most important question, which was the "him" inside his body.

Zhang Qiling's intuition has always been very accurate when it comes to things other than Hei Xia Zi. For example, he never makes mistakes in giving directions to cemeteries and can see into people's hearts. He has his own way of distinguishing between good and bad people. But this time on Yan Bucun, Zhang Qiling only saw the words "both good and evil". Yan Bucun even gave him an innocent expression.

"Are you tired? Or are you cold again? Or..." Yan Bucun did not approach rashly this time. He seemed to have realized that he had scared Zhang Qiling just now, so he spoke softly and protected Zhang Qiling as if he were a fragile glass product.

Zhang Qiling shook his head, his eyes filled with curiosity about the second half of his sentence.

The interaction between the two can be seen by those who are paying attention, such as Hei Xia Zi, the "old father" who has been observing the movements of his children, and Zhang Qiling who has just "eaten" the chocolate. As for Xie Yuchen, who is not very close to Yan Bucun, they all took a quick glance and then curled their lips into an arc of seeing through but not saying anything.

Yan Bucun ignored the strange looks coming from all around him and asked with concern, "How about...let me hold your hand again?"

Then everyone saw that Zhang Qiling's ears had turned from pink to red as if they were about to bleed, and her shame had reached a new level.

Derivatives:

A linguistic genius,

A reckless man in action,

With his own strength, he made Zhang Qiling so excited.

"No, Fatty, please stop sweeping! I'm the employee hired by the boss, how can I let you sweep the floor!" Wang Meng was competing with the fat man for work, but he was no match for the other in terms of size.

The fat man squeezed Wang Meng a few times, swept the floor clean in a few strokes, and threw all the melon seed shells into the dustpan. He recovered faster than expected and said casually, "What's the big deal? We are all good brothers. There is no difference between boss and employee. You should talk to Tian Zhen about this. It's useless to talk to me about this!" He patted Wang Meng on the shoulder and comforted him, "It doesn't matter who sweeps the floor. Why bother with me!"

Wang Meng was about to cry, fearing that Wu Yi would deduct his salary again because he did not work, but he saw Wu Yi still holding Hei Xia Zi's notebook with relish.

He seemed unaware of the noise around him and was unusually quiet, although Wu Yu's eyes saw another piece of messy writing recorded by Hei Xia Zi.

[Fool...he blew up the microwave?! ]