Tomb Raider: To protect the research, the school flowers are rolled up in the tomb

Wishful thinking to create gods and then destroy gods is one of the original sins of human nature, and it is the evil of human nature.

Although he has the character card of Big Brother Zhang, and he has completed 100% restoration.

But the soul under this shell is still Ye Fan, who has lived two lifetimes, so he has always been sober and will not give anyone a chance to kidnap him morally.

But Zhang Qiling, or Brother Da Zhang himself, is different.

He is a child who was raised to the altar since he was a child, and was asked for a kind of divinity, perhaps something he had already experienced in his childhood.

When Ye Fan heard the phrase "Use my little brother's blood" and thought about it again, an unknown fire ignited in his heart, and at the same time he felt great sadness.

Chapter 164 Jingzhe is disobedient

After receiving the gazes from Ye Fan and He Lianjing, the young man who made the suggestion just now in extreme panic immediately lost his ability to speak. .

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound at all.

If he just faced the surprised gazes of the other members of the archaeological team, he would definitely analyze the pros and cons of it to everyone immediately.

But facing Ye Fan's sharp and somewhat sad gaze.

First, he felt terrified, more terrified than knowing that those cocoons would eventually fall off.

The second is to feel deeply ashamed and ashamed.

Such sight left him no room for rebuttal, his only thought was that he was wrong.

Thin cold sweat oozes from the forehead of the young man, and when the temperature of his whole body recedes at an extremely fast speed, Ye Fan suddenly said:

"Jing Zhe."

Everyone, including He Lianjing, looked at Ye Fan.

I saw that the blue-purple wooden knife that was originally in Zhang Qiling's hand quickly appeared in Ye Fan's hand at a speed that ordinary people could hardly catch with the naked eye.

After reaching Ye Fan's hands, the cool blue-purple light instantly turned into a warm golden red.

And the people who saw all this happened couldn't even be sure whether Ye Fan took Jing Zhe with his shadowless hand, or Jing Zhe appeared in Ye Fan's hands.

Zhang Qiling first glanced at his empty palm in astonishment.

He just had the idea of ​​bloodletting and killing insects just now, and before his muscles tensed up, Ye Fan actually "confiscated" the "criminal tool" he was about to practice when he just thought of it.

He Lianjing watched Jing Zhe's shift, the sarcasm on the corner of his mouth just now disappeared in an instant, and he laughed very unkindly.

He patted Zhang Qiling's shoulder with a smile, and helped the sunglasses that were about to be laughed off by him:

"Dumb, is there a feeling of being an old father for many years, but the child still kisses his mother in the end?"

For this metaphor, the corners of Zhang Qiling's mouth twitched calmly, and his eyelids also twitched slightly for a moment.

He tilted his shoulders to avoid He Lianjing's slap, and instead of answering He Lianjing's question, he said to Ye Fan:

"Ye Fan, don't make trouble."

"There is no time."

Afterwards, he yelled again.

However, Jing Zhe shook Ye Fan's hand slightly, and the blue-purple light did not return.

In other words, the right to use Jingzhe is still in Ye Fan's hands.

This is the first time Jing Zhe disobeyed his decision.

At this moment, Jing Zhe was still tightly held by Ye Fan, and the knife was glowing red and golden.

Zhang Qiling's heart tightened.

Having been with Jing Zhe for so many years, he naturally knows that Jing Zhe can't hold her as long as the other party is strong enough.

Jing Zhe was not taken back by him, firstly because the person holding him at this time was firm enough in his heart, and secondly because this was Jingzhe's own choice.

This was the first time Zhang Qiling encountered such a situation, and He Lianjing on the other side saw Zhang Qiling like this even more.

He laughed even more arrogantly than before, almost unable to stand upright, his shoulders shook, and he patted Zhang Qiling's shoulder persistently again, and supported him with his strength, and said:

"Acknowledge it, dumb, I can't help my father."

He looked at Ye Fan again with a smile, and said:

"Little Yezi is protecting you. If I were you, I would care about whoever lives and dies. I only listen to treat me well."

He Lianjing looked at Zhang Qiling's expression again, and shook his head regretfully:

"It's a pity, you are not me, you can't do it."

He looked up to the top of the tomb, and the cocoons were already crumbling.

In less than half a minute at most, it will probably fall down like the one above the pool.

Naturally, He Lianjing didn't want to see his old friend being used as a mobile blood bank, so he touched the windproof lighter in his pocket.

He was worrying about how to avoid causing a fire scene in such a large fire attack, Ye Fan spoke.

"There is time, and there is me."

Holding Jingzhe in his hand, he turned his head to look in the direction of the two of them, and said:

"And black glasses."

He Lianjing was named, smiled again, and said:

"Yes, yes, and me. When the time comes, I will be your crisis publicist and clarify your socialist brotherhood. Don't be afraid."

After understanding the superficial meaning of this sentence, Ye Fan quickly said thank you, and immediately talked about his business:

"Black glasses, let's see where the cocoons will fall first."

He Lianjing tapped the lighter he had taken out, pointed to it with a cluster of dancing flames, and said:

"Bad luck, we're on top of our heads."

Ye Fan nodded:

"understood."

Then, he swung his arm, pointed upwards, and said "Go!".

I saw that his arm was as straight as a sword, and some fluorescent spots flew out of his cuff.

Everyone looked at his arm while looking at the direction he was pointing.

However, the moment they saw the direction Ye Fan was pointing at, the pupils of the members of the archaeological team shrank for a moment.

Almost at the same time, the cocoons on it had fallen off.

When wrapping the corpse, it was in the shape of a long cocoon.

But when it fell away from the corpse, it became like a stretched fishing net, greedily stretching the edges as far as possible.

The purpose is to collect all the prey on the ground into its own net.

Just when the white net had fallen into the air, those fluorescent dots from Ye Fan's cuffs had already flown towards him.

Then, something unexpected happened to everyone.

I saw that the moment those fluorescent dots touched the cocoon, they were like the ghostly fire of a star, quickly devouring the cocoon.

Like a spark from a prairie fire, it first burned a hole in the white net, and then devoured the surroundings at a very fast speed.

Only light, no flame.

The area of ​​light became larger and denser, replacing all the area of ​​the white cocoon in less than two seconds.

Ye Fan asked He Lianjing again:

"Black glasses, direction."

He Lianjing hooked the corners of his lips, and his gaze behind the sunglasses was like a torch.

Then he looked up, looked at the past in all directions, and reported the order to Ye Fan.

At this time, the two people are like snipers and observers, one reporting the direction and the other responsible for output.

After doing this for a few times, the small Gu worms that can devour the cocoons have split enough, and there is no need to fight back one-on-one.

They were splitting faster than the cocoons were falling.

However, in order not to destroy the corpse wrapped in the cocoon, Ye Fan still let the Gu worm pounce on it the moment the cocoon fell.

Soon, the gloomy white lanterns above the tomb turned into a sky filled with fluorescent dots of stars.

Chapter 165 Never Let Anyone Hurt You, Not Even You

After being covered by these dense fireflies, the uncomfortable white eyes above the head turned into a slightly romantic picture.

After all, this was also the first time he had seen this reward called the Firefly Forest Gu, and Ye Fan only knew that although this reward was called a Gu, it was quite worth appreciating.

I saw that the size of each little Gu worm was only about the size of a thumbnail, and it exuded a very fresh lime green shimmer.

The light cluster can spread to the size of half a fist, it looks a little hazy, and the chubby look is gentle and cute, with these naive looks.

However, where they landed, there was a fire without any fireworks, eating away at everything they touched.

Anyone can clearly feel the intimidating power of it.

This is like an extreme violent aesthetics, which made everyone gasp, even Ye Fan himself was a little emotional.

Ye Fan carried out the operation with ease, and even spared the rich little Gu worms to the direction of the mercenaries who were being threatened by the first wave of hatched black long-haired spiders.Fairy Book Pavilion

After all, people were kicked back by themselves. If these people die here now, no matter how they look at them, they will look like they were killed indirectly by themselves.

It's one thing for these few people to die in the tomb, but it's another thing to be kicked back and die in the tomb.

At the same time, everyone in the tomb finally came to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Everyone watched in shock as the little fluorescent Gu worms devoured the creepy cocoons like a fleeting image.

It's like wearing hemp and filial piety and being replaced by stars all over the sky.

The brain that was a little rusted due to extreme panic just now turned again, and everyone looked at Ye Fan's direction with burning eyes.

At this moment, one of Ye Fan's hands was still tightly holding Jing Zhe, which was glowing red and golden, and the other hand was like a sword, pointing the direction of "Starfire".

Liu Bowen held the camera in one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other, as if to make sure that he was indeed awake and not dreaming.

He looked at Ye Fan's hand holding Jing Zhe, recalled how Jing Zhe got into his elder brother's hand, then looked at Ye Fan's other hand that was pointing the way, gasped, and said:

"Brother's stuff can be controlled by remote control!"

On the one hand, Zhao Zeming also responded to him dumbfounded:

"Remote control, advanced science and technology, referred to as Xianshu, is Xianshu!"

There were exclamations of exclamation from the archaeological team.

"What is this? Is it a bug? It's so beautiful!"

"This is us, are we saved?"

"Well, it's spectacular..."

"Old Feng Xiaojian, quickly pull the panorama, pull the panorama! Old Zheng, give Ye Fan a shot! This is art, this is art!"

Under the guidance of director Jiang's professional lens, the audience in the live broadcast room also enjoyed a visual feast with a strong sense of cinema.

The barrage instantly became ten times more enthusiastic than before, to the point where it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch up.

"Saving him is so romantic!"

"His tuba is online, and now it's Patriarch Xiaoye!"

"Mom asked me why I was watching the video on my knees."

"Director Jiang: Get up, don't kneel! The emperor is not worthy of your kneeling! Oh, it's Patriarch Xiaoye, it's okay."

"What should I pay attention to when watching live archaeology? Answer, the protection of the kneecap."

"Director Jiang, this is not art, this is fairy art!"

"Only I noticed that Patriarch Xiaoye really seems to be protecting Brother Qiling."

"It's all wife-protecting madness, Ye Zhang Daqi won't dance for me yet?"