Nirvana of Tomb Raiders

The turbid sky was slowly shining with light, and Fang Qiong, who was surrounded by darkness, felt the light shining on his body, and the pain in his chest gradually decreased. He was embraced by Feng Qing, his palms were sweaty, and he felt tight. Holding Feng Qing's clothes tightly, he did not relax for a moment.

The sun was setting little by little, like broken gold sprinkled on the ground, symbolizing a good omen and giving people blessings of love. Fang Qiong didn't even have the strength to open his eyes because of the pain in his chest, let alone let him talk. Doubt made Fang Qiong even more exhausted.

How could an unrelated little child of his be the key.

The black mist gradually dissipated under the golden sunset, only a quarter of an hour passed, but to Fang Qiong, it seemed like a century. He leaned tiredly on Feng Qing's chest and panted with his small mouth open.

Looking ahead, Feng Qing had a sullen face, lowered his head to look at Fang Qiong's exhausted appearance, and raised his hand to stroke his head.

Panting, Fang Qiong asked Feng Qing: "Why do they say I am the key?"

He felt that no one knew these inexplicable things better than Feng Qing, but Feng Qing would never take the initiative to tell.

"Also, can you tell me why I was in that cave last time? I don't want to go to unknown places for no reason next time. I'm very scared."

At this time, Fang Qiong was weak and weak, he had to pause twice when he said a sentence, and he couldn't connect the whole sentence. Feng Qing sat on the ground, and the sun shards like broken gold shone on Fang Qiong's pale little bun's face.

Touching Fang Qiong's painful face, he didn't want to keep the truth that he didn't want to tell. Facing Fang Qiong who was like a fool, he said, "Don't you remember that you took me out of that ancient tomb?"

The blood on the weak Fang Qiong's face just returned some and then faded: "Shall I take you out of the ancient tomb?"

That night, he remembered that Li Xiaomei, who went in with him, turned into bones, and he was so scared by the phoenix rice dumpling at that time. Speaking of which, he still had a lot of things that he didn't understand that night.

"You're still young but your memory is so bad, the milk that the butler usually gives you is useless." Feng Qing sat on the ground, and below was the green grass that had not been chewed by the sheep.

"How did that girl suddenly become..." Thinking of what Feng Zongzi did to Li Xiaomei, something went wrong all over her body.

Feng Zongzi knew that Fang Qiong had doubts, and he was slowly explaining to him now: "No, I didn't eat that little girl, she was the owner of the tomb. Half of it is mine, and the other half is the tomb owner's."

"Are you borrowing someone else's tomb?" Fang Qiong was a little disbelieving. Isn't the owner of that tomb Feng Qing?

"I'll tell you what I borrowed later. What I have to solve now is why you always encounter inexplicable things, and only I can tell you the answer."

Fang Qiong looked up at Feng Qing, they had known each other for almost four months, the man's face was still so indifferent, but his heart was warm.

"Then, tell me."

"Well, I'll just say it once. A person with the lowest degree of compatibility between soul and body can bring me back from the ancient tomb. I have been waiting for many years. You are that person. After you become my boy, you will be marked , no matter where I am, you will come to me in the end, I was the one who brought you to the cave the last time I went to the grave."

Fang Qiong's eyes widened: "Where's the skeleton sleeping with my arms around it?"

Feng tilted his face and said: "I usually hug you to sleep like that, don't you feel that the posture is the same?"

The corner of Fang Qiong's mouth twitched, can he accept it?Can he resist?The former can, the latter cannot.

"Then why are you telling me now! I almost forgot about it!" Fang Qiong couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed Feng Qing away violently, Feng Qing didn't pay attention, Fang Qiong rolled down on the grass, ate a mouthful of grass, The sharp grass scratched Fang Qiong's bun face a little, itching and hurting.

Speechless, Feng Qing lifted Fang Qiong from the ground, and pressed the struggling Fang Qiong into her arms.

"Don't move anymore. I just want to tell you that no matter where you are or where you are caught, I will know immediately and I won't leave you alone."

The flat tone of comfort is not useless, Fang Qiong shook his head violently, trying to get rid of these unreal things, but it seems that the god of fate arranged him to be beside Feng Qing to be a boy who always lures ghosts out of the cave, isn't it wrong to be a boy? Tong didn't have so many bad things.

Fang Qiong, who was furious, didn't know how to respond to Feng Qing's words, but Feng Qing never regretted what she said. Thinking like this made Fang Qiong feel a lot better. Zongzi is Zongzi, and he can bear it psychologically. He will stay with him for more than three months, and he will feel hypocritical if he continues to struggle.

The sky is no longer so turbid, the bright light slowly illuminates the plain, Fang Qiong's head no longer hurts so much, and now she is back in Feng Qing's arms to enjoy the comfort of the man without vivid tone, Feng Qing wants to tell In fact, he has to follow him no matter where he is. If he is in danger, then Feng Qing will come to rescue him immediately, but he didn't see Feng Zongzi a few days ago, and he felt wronged. Welling up from the chest.

"You didn't show up a few days ago." Fang Qiong pouted coquettishly.

Feng Qing stroked his head: "I'm here, but I didn't appear in front of you."

Fang Qiong is not a fool either. On second thought, Feng Qing would appear here on the same day as him, either because it was planned or because of other intentions.

"The place where Wen's family is going is also where I was looking for things this time. It's really a coincidence. As for how they found your key, I think it has something to do with that Wen Shao." Feng Qing said in Fang Qiong's ear. Said in a low voice.

"Because of my date of birth, and because of the instability of my soul due to the last incident, I am the unlucky key?" Fang Qiong grabbed Feng Qing's coat angrily.

"It's rare that you are so smart this time."

"That Young Master Wen likes to play with skeletons, and his skeleton emits green smoke. When he was in the car just now, he used the skull to detect Professor Pan and the others."

Fang Qiong told Feng Qing what he had learned, the latter nodded, and then looked at the cloudy sky with a big opening, the sunlight could come in straight, the thick fog gradually faded, and he could see other people who couldn't hear the voice just now.

Those who had just gathered together were all scattered by the dense fog. Ye Jiawen, Sun Quantian, Professor Li, and four other students disappeared. The rest were Wen Shao, Professor Pan, Feng Qing, Fang Qiong, Three male students, and one bold and handsome female student.

Everyone saw the thick fog that appeared for no reason, and the other people who were separated in the future were baffled, and naturally still had a sense of fear. No one spoke at the moment. Before the thick fog cleared, Feng Qing had already told Fang Qiong that her current identity was Professor Zhong in the archaeological team.

Fang Qiong, who is sensible, can naturally understand the meaning of Feng Qing's words. Now is not the time to reveal her identity. If Wen Shao is afraid of Feng Qing, it will be even more difficult for Feng Qing to find what belongs to her. After all, they are hostile It is not a good thing for everyone to have a deadlocked relationship, not a cooperative relationship. The most important thing now is to keep a low profile.

After the dense fog completely receded, the female student who had never encountered such a strange phenomenon began to cry. Professor Pan, a good old man, kept comforting her. The author is that Fang Qiong is a child who is afraid, and hugs anyone casually to find a sense of security, and Professor Zhong is the person who just appeared next to him, so he is undoubtedly there.

Wen Shao sat next to his backpack and glanced at Professor Zhong, who was pretending to be Fengqing. Seeing that he was wearing big black-rimmed glasses, most of his face was covered, and there was nothing outstanding, so he turned his head and ordered him to come back. The remaining subordinates packed up their things and set off.

All the vehicles were still in place, but half of the people disappeared without any reason, which made people panic. Fang Qiong didn't dare to say the sensitive word of his key. What if he was hurt by those crazy students.

When everyone was confused, a dazzling light appeared in front of their eyes. The first thing they noticed was the girl who finally stopped crying after being comforted by Professor Pan. She was a student without glasses among all the students, and her eyesight was nearly three millimeters thicker than that of the glasses. The classmates are even better. Fang Qiong is not nearsighted, and she can see the shining light spot not far from them.

The light spot changes from small to large, from blurred state to materialized, everyone is dumbfounded, Feng Qing is not included in this, Fang Qiong is also surprised, this is not a desert, not a snowfield, not a calm sea, why? There will be a mirage, whether it is illusory or real, no one can be sure of all the people present.

Someone said, "Zhao Qingming, it was indeed right to bring you here."

It was Wen Shao, a sickly young man who said this. The skull head that never left his hand was turning in his hand. It could be seen that he was in a very good mood. Seeing that Sun Quantian was not there, his subordinates had already taken out their guns Shaking, Professor Pan and others did not dare to act rashly.

The huge palace standing in front of them is really not unreal, but it is shining like a crown but it is not real. It is still a little far away from them now, and Fang Qiong is really not interested in the illusory Jincheng. He only has endless Feeling of fear, I finally didn't sleep well when I came to these places.

Fang Qiong got into the car under Wen Shao's gloomy gaze, and Feng Qing followed Fang Qiong. Wen Shao didn't say much, but was a little surprised at the calm performance of the young professor.

Half an hour later, they appeared in front of this golden city, and everyone praised them. They were dumbfounded and completely forgot about the dense fog just now. Fang Qiong also began to look at this city, a city without gates, Towering in front of them was the Wall.

Wen Shao pulled Fang Qiong to the front, and Feng Qing, who could not reveal his identity, followed closely behind with a big bag on his back. Fang Qiong, who was the key, panicked and wanted to break free from Wen Shao's restraint, but according to his current ability, The egg just hit the stone, twisted twice, Wen Shao suddenly let go of him, Fang Qiong thought he was relieved, who knew that Wen Shao pushed hard, Fang Qiong's head hit the front wall directly.

Fang Qiong thought that his head was about to be hit to the point of bleeding, but he found that he did not hit the wall, but passed through the wall, stepped on the ground, and fell straight down, followed by Feng Qing , grabbing Fang Qiong's hand at the critical moment, and then followed by Wen Shao, Professor Pan, and the hesitant students. Wen Shao's subordinates followed him when he jumped off.

The warm wind was blowing against Fang Qiong's face. At that moment, he thought that spring would come and a hundred flowers would bloom, but after a while, he felt the biting cold wind again. The coat on his body could not resist the cold at all. It was like stepping into an ice cellar at minus [-] degrees naked.

If he hadn't bit his lower lip to remind himself to live on, he would have fallen asleep a long time ago and would never wake up again. The smell of blood filled his mouth. Fang Qiong felt the stinging chill, The person who grabbed his hand was nowhere to be found, and Feng Zongzi disappeared again.

Feeling the thrill of jumping off a cliff, Fang Qiong closed his eyes to feel whether it was the coming of death or the turning process of the gears of fate.