Nirvana of Tomb Raiders

Weakness, dizziness, nausea.

This is Fang Qiong's physical condition at this time.

Trying to open his tired eyes, his limbs were weak, as if he had exhausted his physical energy after running a marathon, he couldn't even lift his fingers, he bit his lower lip, and even his lips were chapped, what happened to him?

Recalling the time when he was forced to be the key, he remembered that he was on a roller coaster, and he would never forget that feeling for the rest of his life, but what would happen to him now, besides, it was pitch black, where was he?

Take a deep breath, he can't be afraid, no matter how scared he is, he can't change his physique of always encountering gods and ghosts. If he goes to lift his baby, will his body be calmer without Zhao Qingming? Naturally, he can't remember the past things .

Being thrown by the high-speed rotating stone platform, he remembered who he was with the night before his death.

Second senior brother.

How could he have forgotten that face?

There were tears in Fang Qiong's eyes, silently streaming down from the corners of his eyes, the powerless body, fragile body and mind, where to go, does the second brother do this, master know?

For several months, he deliberately forgot that his body was still alive, and that body was still beside the second senior brother.

Fang Qiong's breathing was very weak. He felt that he was in a small and closed space. At the same time, it also reminded him of what happened that night. He thought of who he was with and what that person did to him.

That evening.

The second senior brother came back from another city and said that he wanted to drink with him at the same time as him. He, who had never had any disputes with the senior brothers, was naturally happy. After dinner, the two of them drank beer on the roof. Fang Qiong was so drunk that he soon became dizzy Halo, the second senior brother is usually used to him, knowing that he can't drink, but he likes to drink, so he doesn't stop him. Fang Qiong, who was happy, drank more and more, and finally passed out drunk on the roof.

Although he was drunk, he still remembered that the second senior brother carried him downstairs, but he didn't take Fang Qiong into the house after going downstairs, but threw him into his car and took him to nowhere.

I don't know how long the car has been driving, but Fang Qiong, who was so drunk, fell asleep in the car.

After that, he woke up and became Zhao Qingming.

Where did the second senior brother take him that night? I don't know whether he couldn't remember it or was imprisoned in this blank period. Even if he was drunk, he would know where he was, or who was around him.

Did he think that his brothers from childhood would not poison him?

Maybe no one did it, maybe his life was bad, maybe he got drunk that night, maybe something else...

If he can leave here, he must find the second senior brother or the soul that replaced his body, he must know all the truth!

The dark and small space made Fang Qiong's thoughts clearer. His whole body's strength gradually recovered, his fingers could move, and his body was not as weak as when he just woke up. There was no sound in the silent surroundings.

Without a human voice, how would he find someone to save him? If there is no one else, he can only save himself.

His hands and feet can move freely. It is self-evident that this small space is self-evident. Is there anything similar to it in the underground palace besides the coffin?

However, why he was sealed inside was because he was inside the stone platform now.

He raised his finger and tapped the material. It wasn't a cold stone, but the sound of wood. He couldn't even tell that he wasn't Fang Qiong. Although he didn't know what kind of wood it was, the price was definitely not low.

Fang Qiong, who regained consciousness, felt hairy all over his body. If he was in the coffin of a certain senior, would it be the corpse of the other person lying underneath him? Really, he himself didn't know how to connect these bizarre events. At the same time, his whole person seems to be manipulated by someone, and he feels like a prop in a certain story. Without him, this story may not go on, especially the detective type.

Ahh!

The feeling of scratching my hair and waiting to die is really scratching.

After calm down comes irritability.

I don't know how long I will lie here, let alone how long it has been since he passed out. In short, his stomach is very hungry, almost so hungry that his chest is pressed against his back.

What about Dabai?

He touched his bracelet, but found that Dabai was not there.

Could it be that the previous rotation threw Dabai out?

Well, he's not worried about Dabai, he's worried about whether he can go out now without Dabai. It's absolutely no problem to kick the coffin lid open with Dabai's strength, but Dabai is not here now, his arms and legs are as thin as a little sheep. He can kick, but now he is still so hungry that his chest sticks to his back, and his mouth is still very thirsty. He is almost like a mummified corpse.

How to do?

He has no way to solve all kinds of doubts, and there is no one to ask. Fang Qiong puts his hands on his chest and closes his eyes again. Whether he closes his eyes or not, he only sees the darkness. It is better to maintain his strength and wait for someone to rescue him , There is no one who can replace the person who came to save him. Didn't Feng Zongzi say that he could find him no matter where he was? Did he install a global positioning system on himself?

However, after waiting for a long time, Feng Zongzi did not appear.

His body was lying flat, and he didn't dare to reach out to touch it, for fear of touching something that shouldn't be touched. Maybe no one else lay down here at all, and he was the only one sleeping on it.

Goo-goo-goo-

So hungry.

so hungry, so hungry.

It doesn't work even if you close your eyes, how much he wants to use sleepiness to relieve the hunger in his stomach, he is really too hungry.

I miss the milk that Feng Zongzi brought, the beef jerky that Feng Zongzi tore apart, and the delicious food. I am really hungry.

Various kinds of food flashed through Fang Qiong's mind, thinking about painting cakes to satisfy his hunger, but the more he thought about it, the hungrier he became, and saliva was secreted from his mouth, which moistened his dry lips.

boom!

The sound of a wooden door being knocked open.

The immature child's voice came to Fang Qiong's ears: "Fu'er, come out."

Fuer?

what is that?

name?

The voice is so cute, it hasn't reached the period of voice change, no matter how serious the voice sounds, it looks like a little adult.

"Fu'er, if you come out, if you don't make it in time for dinner, the emperor will punish you for copying the book a hundred times."

"Fu'er, I saw you."

Oh, the more Fang Qiong listened, the more he felt something was wrong. Why did he hear the voice of a child? He was clearly in the underground palace, who was it called by the fuer, and who was the child outside.

After thinking about it, no matter what, since someone appeared, Fang Qiong would not let go of the great opportunity.

Fang Qiong kicked the wooden cover that sealed him.

The child seemed to have heard the voice and hurried towards this direction.

"Fu'er, are you in there?" The child's voice raised a bit, much better than the undulating voice just now.

Fang Qiong didn't know who Fu'er was, but he said, "Let me out."

Because of his dry mouth, his voice was unusual, and his speech was not clear and hoarse.

Fang Qiong waited for a while, and heard someone locking the lock outside.

Then the lid was lifted, and Fang Qiong, who thought she would suffocate in it, hurriedly covered her eyes.

"Fu'er, why did you hide here, aren't you afraid of being punished by your father?" The child taught Fang Qiong like a little adult.

Wait, he actually called himself Fuer?

Fang Qiong, who took down his hand, put down his hand, and the child had already lifted him up. Fang Qiong opened his eyes and blinked at the child in front of him. Not knowing where the child got his strength, he directly hugged Fang Qiong.

"Fu'er is really bad, she doesn't take a nap and runs around, the nanny is going to die of anxiety, shouldn't she be punished?"

Fang Qiong stared wide-eyed at the pink and tender child who looked like a little adult, and then he slapped himself on the face.

No way.

He is dazzled.

He is dreaming.

So, seeing the beautiful child thinking about him blankly, Fang Qiong's forehead twitched, and that slap closed the boy's mouth.

"Why is Fu'er beating himself so stupidly?" Although his immature face was expressionless, there was worry written in his eyes.

"Feng Zongzi!?" Fang Qiong shouted.

"What is Fu'er talking about, who locked you in the box, tell brother." The boy simply ignored his surprised expression.

Fang Qiong never dreamed of who the kid in front of him was. His appearance was obviously a copy of Feng Zongzi. How could it be so resembling? The small eyes, small nose, and small mouth are all miniature versions, and there are expressions They are almost exactly the same, how could this happen, when did Feng Zongzi have an illegitimate child, why didn't he know, Feng Zongzi is a bastard, shameless, indiscreet, shameless, and immoral!

Fang Qiong looked at the little boy caring about her and felt extremely sad. He was indeed the illegitimate son of Feng Zongzi, and even his clothes were white. The more he looked at it, the more annoying he became.

oh!wrong!

Why am I here, why does this kid in front of me always call me Fuer.

Fang Qiong suddenly lowered his head to look at his hands and feet. No wonder he felt very weak all over his body. It turned out that he had shrunk again. Yes, he had shrunk again. It was not ten years old, but a five or six-year-old milk doll. ...

milk doll!

Does he still put his hand in his mouth and bite?

Who will tell him which world he is in now!

Whoever slaps him awake, he doesn't want to see Feng Zongzi's illegitimate son, and he doesn't want to see himself as a milk baby.

Regardless of whether Fang Qiong was lamenting that he had gone to the inexplicable world again, the child didn't care at all, but took him outside. Fang Qiong took a look and found that the scene outside was somewhat familiar. Was it the scene of the fight? Why did he appear here again?

Then this is another disgusting monster!

"Let go of me! Monster!"

Fang Qiong struggled to get off the ground, not letting the child hug her, who knew what kind of disgusting monster he was!

The child looked at the milk doll Fang Qiong in confusion: "What's wrong with Fu'er, brother took you to have lunch, there is your favorite chicken leg, don't you want to eat it?"

Hearing that there were chicken legs and thinking of her stomach growling with hunger, Fang Qiong pursed her mouth spinelessly. The voice of the baby doll was really unpleasant.

Well, since he dreamed of Feng Zongzi's illegitimate child, he still wanted to take himself to eat chicken legs, so why not fill his stomach first.

But there are always lingering fears.

Fang Qiong, who has become a milk doll, is getting stronger and stronger.

"What's your name?" Fang Qiong, holding the chicken leg, said to the child whom he regarded as the illegitimate child of Feng Zongzi.

The child looked at him eating vigorously, and gave him a cold look: "Is Fu'er angry at my brother and deliberately not remembering his name?"

Fang Qiong gnawed on the chicken legs silently, and he just asked casually, just asking, why is his aura similar to that of phoenix rice dumplings.

However, after Fang Qiong was full, he still got the answer from the child, that is, when the child hugged him to take a nap, he didn’t know if it shrank again. Fang Qiong became sleepy when he was full. The child hugged Fang Qiong, the baby , smacked his little bun's face, and said: "Remember my brother's name is Feng Qing, Fu'er must not forget again, or I will spank your little ass."

Fang Qiong smashed her mouth in sleepiness.

then……

What!Feng Qing! ?