Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The temperature of Yan Bucun's arm while he was holding Hei Xiazi suddenly dropped. Hei Xiazi looked down and found that in his white vision, only Yan Bucun's scarlet eyes were flickering and beginning to blur. He hurriedly pulled him up, but after being pulled up like this, Yan Bucun's condition looked even more terrifying.

Those chaotic eyes, half burning and half extinguished, were like a lamp that was about to go out, swaying mercilessly in the wind, and seemed to be about to dissipate.

"Qi, are you back? You can talk, nod, or blink, but just give me some reaction!" For the first time, Hei Xia Zi spoke to Zhang Qiling in a harsher tone. He wanted to believe that Zhang Qiling had returned, but he was also afraid that the person who came now was not the one he was waiting for.

Yan Bucun felt that his consciousness was like being put into a washing machine, tumbling and being covered by layer upon layer of foam and splashes, and finally... returning to the familiar darkness again.

Zhang Qiling, who had regained consciousness, responded in a muffled voice, looking at Hei Xiazi with visible confusion in his expression, but his eyes were clear, like a silent lake, reflecting Hei Xiazi's flustered and expectant face. It was indeed Zhang Qiling himself.

"It's me. Where are we?" Zhang Qiling asked.

It seemed that Zhang Qiling had almost forgotten the scene he had just seen. Apart from asking Hei Xia Zi sincerely, this person had no other emotions.

In his eyes, the connection between Hong Yuzhu and Xiao Cun seemed to have never existed, like quicksand between fingers, but when the wind blew faintly on his heart, he felt a little numb, indicating the traces of their existence. Zhang Qiling might have felt that he had lost something very important.

But forgetting is forgetting.

Isn’t it enough that Zhang Qiling has forgotten?

Hei Xia Zi broke away from Zhang Qiling without any hesitation, fearing that he would accidentally touch the other person's wound. He couldn't see, but it didn't prevent him from relying on his intuition to judge Yan Guangshan's position. "Oh my god, you are finally back. You don't understand that the man just occupied your body and rubbed it for me. I was so sick..."

After all, when Hei Xia Zi saw Zhang Qiling, it was like meeting a relative. He didn't want to stop talking at all, and was interrupted at the critical moment when he was about to say something.

It was because Yan Guangxian quickly pulled Heixiazi's waist with the red line and threw him against the wall. The dense red lines turned him into a crushed prey. Heixiazi had experienced this technique once from Fufu.

Yan Guangshan, who had gotten rid of the troublesome black bear, seemed to have no sense of guilt at all. He just walked forward a few steps and began to look at Zhang Qiling seriously. Under the intense light in this space, his face gradually became magnified in Zhang Qiling's eyes.

The most outstanding thing about Yan Guangxin was his pair of sharp phoenix eyes. They were beautiful and sharp, but not at all feminine. Perhaps it was because of their blood relationship, as Yan Bucun looked exactly like him when he grew up. However, with such bright eyes, he looked at Zhang Qiling with an extremely indifferent expression, as if he was looking at a dead person. With his chin slightly raised, he looked quite arrogant.

Perhaps it was because of his absolute advantage in height, the shadow and pressure cast by Yan Guangshan was enough to form an overwhelming net that trapped Zhang Qiling tightly.

Zhang Qiling raised his head and looked back, without any fear.

Perhaps tonight is quiet and peaceful, with no distractions.

So it was enough for Zhang Qiling to understand the other person's eyes across thousands of years.

Yan Guangshan seemed to feel sorry for himself, with a certain shame and determination, which contained both the sorrow and compassion of a human being and the persistence of transcendental will that was difficult to give up.

This made Zhang Qiling's calmness seem like a mirror, ruthlessly reflecting all the other person's emotions and feelings.

No one could refuse Zhang Qiling's sincere gaze. Under such a gaze, everyone would say everything without hesitation.

Be it personal charm or role aura, Zhang Qiling is just that kind of person. He treats others sincerely, and that makes him worthy of others treating him sincerely.

Yan Guangxian tightly grasped his cuffs, which were already stained beyond recognition, and looked at Zhang Qiling, who had agreed to stay in the door without hesitation. He suddenly realized that there was no world between them, only a bronze door that could transcend time and space.

Even though it was false, it was once the answer that proved that they existed in the same space.

"I actually don't want to lie to you, but they need me, what should I do with you...?" Yan Guangxian became annoyed and frowned slightly, until he finally made up his mind. His knees touched the ground directly. There was no such concept of a man's knees being made of gold, but when such a proud man knelt down, his back was straight.

"My soul is dead now. I will kneel down and worship the spirit tablet of the God on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. I ask the God to support my people..."

What he said appeared in Zhang Qiling's mind at the same time.

It's a curse, it must be.

Otherwise, why would this sentence be engraved so deeply?

Zhang Qiling felt his consciousness becoming impulsive, and all his cells began to clamor frantically, trying to make him agree to Yan Guangshan's unreasonable and rude request that did not receive any response from him.

Until the place where Hei Xiazi's body was tightened by the red line, blood had begun to seep out due to his frantic struggle, and his cheeks, neck, waist, abdomen and legs were affected...

All the pain was sweeping over Hei Xia Zi, but his voice calling Zhang Qiling did not stop because of the endless cutting.

It must be that he was too determined to save Zhang Qiling, so persistent that it was enough to overturn his own physical pain.

"Qi, don't agree to him, listen! Don't agree to him! I beg you, even if you are blind! Don't!" Hei Xiazi was still trying to persuade Zhang Qiling in the first half, but when he saw Zhang Qiling was motionless as if he had been bewitched, he turned around and started to greet Yan Guangshan's eight generations of ancestors, "Fuck your mother Yan Guangshan! Are you addicted to lying to children?!"

Hei Xia Zi wanted to break free from the shackles of the red lines, but what greeted him was only a sharper pain that penetrated his bones. All the red lines were tightening, as if they were going to flow through his flesh and melt into his bones.

Most people, when they feel extreme pain, will stop unnecessary talking in time, but Hei Xia Zi is a complete pervert. I don't know what kind of pain-enhancing buff he got, but his mouth is like a machine gun, spitting out dirty words. Alternative, capital A!

The more it hurt, the more harshly Heishazi cursed.

Perhaps Hei Xia Zi knew very well what kind of abyss Zhang Qiling was going to face, the truth and the ending. He had already heard it from Yan Xiaonan, and it was more detailed and profound than anyone could have imagined.

The vicious Yan Guangxian will do everything he can to squeeze every drop of valuable blood from Zhang Qiling's body to win the opportunity of immortality for his people.

Zhang Qiling will become a long-term source of supply, turning into a machine that has no freedom and can no longer speak.

Hei Xia Zi didn't say it, but he was really scared in his heart. In fact, he didn't have the same kind of fledgling complex towards Zhang Qiling as Wu Xie had towards his little brother. He could only say that he had an urge to raise Zhang Qiling, who was still growing and babbling, until he became an adult.

He was just afraid that Zhang Qiling would not be able to recognize Yan Guangxian's lies and deceptions, and that this mentally retarded child would be abducted by the words of others.

And this silly Zhang Qiling has never learned normal human emotions, such as smiling when happy and complaining to someone when sad. He has not yet understood the good and evil in people's hearts and has not had the courage to analyze his own joys and sorrows.

Even the curve of Zhang Qiling's mouth corners needed Hei Xia Zi's guidance and demonstration. Instead of making Zhang Qiling cry sincerely, it would be more satisfying to let him fight and kill the blood corpse himself.

Zhang Qiling doesn't know anything...

I really don't know anything.

Zhang Qiling looked stiffly at the bound Heixiazi. The other party's roar did not stop. His body swayed slightly because of Heixiazi's words. Then his eyes, which had been scattered, refocused on Heixiazi's miserable condition.

There were large tears in Hei Xia Zi's down jacket, and low-quality down cotton was pouring out, mixed with a lot of bright red blood. The bloody smell in the air was unbearably thick, as if it had turned into substance, lingering in Zhang Qiling's nostrils.

This scene caused Zhang Qiling's vision, hearing, and sense of smell to suffer severe attacks, and he finally came back to his senses from the state of being possessed by the black magic.

Then, Zhang Qiling should have been angry, but in Hei Xiazi's notes, all he saw was Zhang Qiling's side face and back at the beginning.

"Let go Qi, I reject your proposal."

Zhang Qiling's tone should be filled with anger, but he has always been restrained in his emotions. However, the calmer a person is, the more frightening he is.

Because in this calm,

Perhaps it is gathering an even more boundless storm.

However, Zhang Qiling only rejected Hei Xia Zi because Hei Xia Zi was hurt by Yan Guangshan. As for the sufferings that Yan Guangshan had inflicted on Zhang Qiling himself, he had never held him accountable.

Zhang Qiling was a straightforward person, and his mind, which was full of love and hate, could not accommodate so much hardship, so he gave up the space for hatred and only reserved space for caring for others.

Hei Xia Zi licked the blood that splashed on his lips, and a fishy sweet taste gradually filled his mouth. He had so many things to teach Zhang Qiling. Even thinking about it now, he couldn't help but feel the pain in this environment, and his nerves were throbbing. He couldn't think of a bunch of nonsense at all.

"Qi...how can you be so polite when you say harsh words? Learn from me...when you insult someone, you have to insult his ancestors, do you understand? Damn..." Hei Xia Zi stopped talking.

Just because Zhang Qiling heard it, he turned around and walked a few steps towards Hei Xia Zi. Zhang Qiling was trying to bite open the bandage knot on his hand with his mouth, trying to restore the movement of his fingers.

It looked like they were about to untie the black bear, but the black bear got so scared that it started kicking its legs.

“…Fuck, no, no, no! I just wrapped it for you! Don’t you want that hand anymore? Do you know how much effort I will have to put into fixing it back if you pull it open?!” Hei Xia Zi immediately added the second half of his swear word.

Zhang Qiling's behavior that disregarded his own health was more like punishing Hei Xiazi for his incompetence as a doctor.

Fortunately, Zhang Qiling was very well behaved. He opened his mouth slightly, and the bandage in his mouth fell down instantly and stopped in front of Hei Xia Zi. For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with the tangled red thread.

Of course, it’s impossible for Yan Guangshan to really kneel all the time, right?

He was not a fool. He could not beg for mercy. The self-torture tactic without any emotional foundation would not work in front of Zhang Qiling. So the moment Zhang Qiling refused and turned away resolutely, he brushed the dust off his knees and stood up.

To be honest, his behavior is very much like that of a cat. When it needs you, it will wag its tail and ask you to add food and water and make a bunch of unreasonable requests. When it doesn't need you, it becomes the real master. It doesn't require you to do anything, but wants you to serve it respectfully, and it would be best if you could build a warm nest for it and hand it over a can of meaty food.

Anyway, it is a very advanced and arrogant form of moral kidnapping.

Although Yan Guangxian really has no real power and deterrence in front of Zhang Qiling, and is even the one who always asks for help, he can take it and let it go. After all, no matter how humble this person is, he always puts himself in a high position.

He is so arrogant and conceited, and he thinks he is noble, which is not wrong.

"His psychological process is so complicated. I can't understand it more and more. Tian Zhen, can you understand it?" The fat man scratched his head. He didn't like doing reading comprehension and making up a bunch of descriptions to attract people's attention.

Wu Yu held the notebook in his hand. His writing was delicate and elegant, which was not something that a straight man like Hei Xiazi could write. He said calmly, "Let me give you an analogy. Yan Guangshan is a bamboo. It is normal for him to be crushed by the wind and snow of reality. However, his contradiction comes from his unwillingness to give in. He wants to give up his dignity, but at the same time, he tries to hold up his last bit of arrogance in the eyes of no one."

"To put it simply, Fatty, I don't have enough CPU." The fat man still didn't understand.

However, Wu Yu did not show any impatience. "Perhaps his social status was too high before, or the living environment brought him biased influence, which led him to always think that he was great. As a result, he was hit by time and reality and found that he, a genius, was just an ordinary person. So he asked for help from the god he thought he was, but he was unwilling to really give up his genius halo and ask as a believer."

"The position where he stands makes the world he sees too big and too high. After being blown by the wind and snow for too long, he will be afraid of the warm current at the bottom of the mountain, which will melt his cold heart." Yan Bucun took over the conversation. He sat very upright, vaguely overlapping with Yan Guangxian in the text.

Unfortunately, the smiling face

Unconsciously, the chill in his body had softened.

As warm as a polished jade.