[Tomb BG] The wind comes to Wushan

You didn't run away when you were here, now you want me to run to your queen? !Don't underestimate my fat man! "

The fat man threw down the empty wine bottle and was about to make a final fight, but Ye Cheng, who had been silent all this time, shot down the gun.

The fat man suddenly became angry: "What nerves are you doing!"

"I think what Pan Zi said makes sense—is it worth it for five people to turn into monkeys' dinner? We should keep one person, but it's not your turn." Ye Cheng motioned Pan Zi to stand aside, and he pointed Pointing to his leg, he said, "I have an injury on my foot. I guess I can't run as fast as those monkeys. Besides, I fell down just now. Maybe it's a concussion. I'm going to be a fool when I go out. Don't follow me!" I fight, the most suitable person to stay is..."

"it is me."

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I could feel my feet go limp and trembling.

I could feel my heart beating uncontrollably with fear.

I can feel a strong need to survive as the blood pumps into my brain, clamoring for me not to do stupid things.

But I stood up anyway.

I tried my best to control myself, and made my tone sound so normal, as if I made a very normal and good suggestion in the chat after dinner: "I am Zongzi, I don't feel pain, I They can be resurrected, the most important point is, Wu Xie, as you said, they don't like bacon."

"No!" Wu Xie immediately vetoed it.

"What's wrong! Do you have a better way?" I yelled at him.

Wu Xie also looked at me, with a strange calmness in his eyes. Just when I thought his silence represented a compromise, he suddenly turned around and continued to shoot wildly at the monkey in his mouth!

"Wu Xie, you are crazy!" I yelled in disbelief.

He stared straight ahead with bloodshot eyes, extremely resolute, the tongue of fire spewed out from the muzzle of the gun with high frequency, the sound of bullets bursting and the muffled sound of hitting the monkey's body followed one after another, and Wu Xie's voice was mixed in it, so soft but still Such a hustle and bustle.

"When men are doing things, is it okay for women to step back?"

Yeah, you always like to say things like that.It's when I'm carrying the equipment, when I'm walking the secret path, and I will always be the one who is taken care of, the one who is comforted, the one who is comforted, and the one who is protected.

You have given me too much, and I am such a stupid guy, I don't know how to repay.

So... please let me promise you with my life.

My automatic rifle was taken by the fat man, but I have another gun, don't I.I took out the small flare launcher and fired the rest of the flares at once.

The signal flares moved forward at high speed close to the ground, like several invincible fire dragons. They bounced back and forth between the valleys and reflected, and the smell of burnt meat immediately rose around.The monkey in the mouth suddenly panicked and ran around without thinking, and many clever ones returned to the mouth of the human-faced bird and rose to the sky.The human-faced bird began to circle in the air, waiting for the signal flare to go out while brewing a huge storm that was bound to come.

"Let's go, let's go! Do you really want me to let Pan Zi knock you out and drag you away?!"

Wu Xie's fist tightened and then loosened and tightened again. After a while, he closed his eyes, then turned around and ran to the depths of the rift with Pan Zi and the others.

>>>061 them

>>>The gentlest torture.

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Be careful with the ending of the BE version!

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My name is Zhuo Ran.

Chaplin's Chaplin, burning burning.

My family lives at the foot of Changbai Mountain. Following the old adage of relying on mountains to eat mountains and water to drink water, my father simply converted our home into a small hotel for mountaineers to rest and stay temporarily.

They come from all over the world, there are college students who come here for a while with a feverish mind, upstarts who are so rich that they engage in eco-tourism, strong men who look like poachers with a fierce face, and the watchman who has been living in the innermost room on the second floor. Looks like a gentle weirdo.

What the weirdo likes to do most every day is to be in a daze, staring out the window, staring at the computer, staring at food, and sometimes staring at people.

I always feel that he is the kind of autistic patient with communication barriers, that's why he left his hometown and wandered to such a corner place, living in the hotel as if it were his home for a long time.

But then I found out it wasn't.

Every year when winter comes, there will always be a few men who come to him, and there are always a few of them, a fat man, a slick local tyrant, and a strong man with dark skin who doesn't look easy to get along with.The four of them always have a lot to say when they get together, especially the fat man, who can not only talk, but also brings wine every time, and starts talking nonsense when he is drunk, and sometimes even jumps on the table to dance Gestures indiscriminately.

Geek always listens more than he talks, but he does give his friends who seem to be completely out of the world with him a few rare smiles throughout the year.He didn't go crazy, and he didn't bow his head and drink too much. He just said sorry to my father very gently after the men were all drunk, and then carried them to the guest room one by one.

The trio came together every time, stayed with the weirdo for weeks or months, and then left one after another.So this winter has become more and more depressed.

I asked the weirdo, and I said, is the outside world really as wonderful as they say?

He nodded.

Then why don't you go with them?How boring it is for you to be in a daze every day.

He thought for a while, looked towards Changbai Mountain, and said in a somewhat lonely tone, because my world is not there.

I followed him to look at the snow-capped mountains that seemed to look the same forever, and I couldn't see why after looking at them for a long time.Is there anything on Changbai Mountain?I asked him.

He nodded again: there is my lover.

Your lover is a female frontier soldier?Are you still living in North Korea?

He pulled the corner of his mouth, noncommittal.

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By chance, I got to know the work of the weirdo.

He turned out to be a writer.

In my eyes, being a writer has always been a very noble profession. After all, a knowledgeable person is always respected.The image of the weirdo in my mind immediately rose to the level of Lu Xun and Zhu Ziqing.

I was helping my dad clean the guest room that day, and when I was cleaning the corridor on the second floor, I heard the person in the door talking on the phone.

——I will not change a single word of the first 10,000+ words, and I will not change any typos. I will not change the name "Tomb Raider Diary".

——It was not written for you to read.

There were a few other words scattered here and there, but I didn't listen carefully.When I was bored at night, I suddenly wanted to see how the strange man was writing, so I turned on the computer while my father was guarding the front desk.

There is a low-end and mentally retarded renju game on my computer desktop, which I copied from Weird's desktop, but even though this game has a very idiot face, I have never played it 3000 points, and I don't know how his highest record of more than [-] points was achieved.By the way, a weirdo is a weirdo. To use a computer, I have to ship it from my hometown. I can't help but wonder if the shipping cost is more expensive than that broken machine.

Steal...tomb...day... diary, ok, I click the mouse.

Unexpectedly, there is actually relevant information about this unpublished novel on the Internet.

This is a novel about tomb robbers that was serialized on the Internet. It is very popular. No wonder the man has such a temper and the publishing house is eager to help him publish the book.

I read more than a dozen chapters in a hurry, and I think why everyone has the same taste now... This book... is clearly written