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

"Using vines as the handle and blood as the handle, it hurts too much..."

"Why do I feel that the person opposite doesn't look like a bad person? Is it really necessary to kill the other person..."

At the same time, the members of the archaeological team who stayed behind and did not join the battle also frowned.

Bai Changming didn't know where to put his hands at this moment.

Although he was quite old, when he encountered such a situation that was completely beyond his expectations.

Still feel awkward like a child who has never seen the world.

He looked at the picture in front of him with a heavy, nervous, and sad expression:

"This is indeed completely different from the live gravel we have encountered before."

"The living stones of the time were all scrambling to prove they were real."

"The more terrified they are of the consequences of being fake, the more it proves how fake they are."

"Moreover, these living gravels will also bring the main body to the ugly and stupid side of himself because of his eagerness to prove that he is real."

"And now, Patriarch Xiaoye and the others are facing people who also think that they are the real ones."

"Such an enemy is an existence that will make the opponent stronger and stronger."

At the same time, looking at Zhuge Qing's expression on the opposite side, Zhuge Qing felt that this kind of himself was also very familiar.

This seems to be the self who has just seen where he is going.

It turned out that when I really wanted to surrender, it would be so obvious.

Wouldn't the previous insincerity be easily seen through?

Zhuge Qing shook his head, temporarily throwing these messy thoughts out of his head.

He smiled at himself opposite, and said:

"The most important thing has already been given."

"I'm glad you're a quick learner."

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the hostile relationship between himself and the opposite self was no longer the same as before.

Even if they don't have to continue fighting, their victory or defeat has already been determined.

And it is a victory or defeat that can convince the loser on the other side.

Now, he really wants to ask himself on the opposite side:

Zhuge Qing, have you ever been defeated?

But now he doesn't need to ask, he already knows the answer.

But even now that the outcome has been decided, he still can't let go of himself on the other side.

Because for them who are also on the death list, this contest is a matter of life and death.

Zhuge Qing on the opposite side took a few breaths to calm down his physical strength and relieve the pain from his shoulders.

He looked at himself on the opposite side a little weakly, and smiled:

"Why didn't I find you so annoying before?"

"If you say you're fat, you're still panting."

"I advise you not to relax your vigilance, because it is very likely that I will kill you."

As he spoke, he slammed the hand holding the Scale Broken Knife.

The air made a sound of being cut.

It sounded sharper than the sound of ordinary metal blades cutting through the air.

It seemed that there were some imps invisible to the naked eye secretly hiding in the air, and they were all driven or beheaded by this knife.

The voice became harsher and more serious.

Zhuge Qing looked at himself opposite, smiled, and said:

"Each each other."

"I just don't like you very much."

"bring it on."

Zhuge Qing also clenched the handle of the Vitex saber in his hand.

When the two people swung their knives at each other, neither of them tacitly used their best Qimen.

Instead, he used the set of sword techniques that he had practiced since he was a child, but had almost never been used in actual combat.

Zhuge Qing's Scale Broken Knife slashed towards his own face, but was stopped by the Scale Broken Knife in time.

"Are you so dissatisfied with your own face?"

"Can you change the place next time?"

Zhuge Qing listened to the complaints from the other side, smiled, and said:

"That's how the master taught it. It doesn't matter whether the Scale Smashing Knife's killing skills are good-looking or not."

While talking, his wrist flexibly turned around.

The blade slashed across the back of the Scale Breaking Knife on the opposite side.

Zhuge Qing on the opposite side also reacted quickly.

But because of the wound on his shoulder, he couldn't complete the next defensive action.

The blade of the Scale Broken Knife slashed across Zhuge Qing's neck.

At this moment, both Zhuge Qing felt that their world became quiet.

Chapter 478 Scolding himself on his deathbed, this is indeed something he can do

Until the sound of Zhuge Qing falling to the ground on the opposite side broke the silence between the two.

Zhuge Qing suddenly came back to his senses.

Zhuge Qing on the opposite side fell down, his first reaction turned out to be a little helpless.

He even wanted to subconsciously help himself up, and then bring him to his little patriarch, and ask him if he is still alive.

So, is this what it feels like to kill yourself?

Of course, Zhuge Qing did not do this.

He still remembered that this person was on the death list of the little patriarch.

Zhuge Qing, who fell on the ground, clutched his neck, blood that was so thick that it was abnormally thick came out from between his fingers.

His eyes were a little slack, and his eyeballs were floating around in a daze.

A little dazed, but also a little urgent.

As if wanting to see something for the last time in his last dying moments.

In the end, his somewhat distracted eyes fell on Zhuge Qing's face.

Zhuge Qing on the ground opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But the wound on his neck made him unable to speak a word, and he would spit out a large amount of blood when he opened his mouth.

Zhuge Qing received his sight on the ground.

For some reason, he seemed to see some blame from this somewhat distracted gaze.

That look seemed to say:

Thanks to you, you are still the person who knows me best, can't you see that I need your help now?

Zhuge Qing never thought that he would encounter such a situation in his lifetime:

The dying self scolded him for being ignorant with his dying face?

Although this matter sounded really weird, Zhuge Qing thought about it again.

This seems to be something that can be done on its own.

He squatted down towards himself on the ground.

Zhuge Qing first slowly helped himself up when he was lying on the ground, and gently let him lean on his knees.

It was a wonderful feeling to see myself being killed by myself.

Zhuge Qing knew that he was definitely not the only one who had to face this complicated feeling.

Only now, he was the first to discover the clues in himself on the opposite side.

So he needs to be the first to experience this feeling.

Zhuge Qing stretched out his hand to cover the hand of the dying man who was covering his fatal wound.

At this moment, the back of that hand was already covered with sticky blood.

In other words, it is a liquid that is very similar to human blood.

Zhuge Qing would rather let himself believe that this is a liquid that is very similar to human blood.

Use this idea to counteract the faint sadness in my heart.

"Shouldn't it hurt your neck?"

Zhuge opened his mouth calmly and asked this sentence.

The person with a poisonous tongue did not even let himself go, even if this person was on the verge of death.

Zhuge Qing, who was on the verge of death, mobilized the little strength left in his body, and almost mobilized [-]% of the little strength.

With this precious [-]% strength to open his eyes, he rolled his eyes at the person who was supporting him.

Seeing this white eye, Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes and smiled.

He did regret the mortal wound on his neck.

Because even he himself would be a little curious about what he would say when he was dying.

But according to his own understanding of himself, there is a [-]% possibility that he won't be able to say anything nice.

Only with the remaining [-]% possibility, he would say some truths that he hadn't even heard, or even not sure enough.

So he has some regrets, but not much.

After Zhuge Qing, who was leaning on his lap, rolled his eyes, he stretched his neck hard.

But this action would involve even more of his mortal wound.

As a result, every breath he took would speed up his death process.

Every heavy breath caused blood bubbles to pop out from the corner of his mouth, and there was an uncomfortable sound like drowning in his throat.

Even though it was so uncomfortable, he still wanted to complete such an action.

Zhuge Qing understood what he wanted to do when he was dying.

He supported the person on his knees again. Although the skeleton looked thin, it was very heavy because of the high-density muscles.

Zhuge Qing helped him tilt his body so that he could see two directions of Ye Fan.

He himself looked in that direction.

The two Ye Fans did not have a clear winner at this time.

And because this person is Ye Fan after all, there is no obvious gap between him and the other party.

At this time, both of them saw each other's moves, but each move was aimed at the other's gate of life.

The chest of the dying Zhuge Qing fluctuated up and down twice, and more blood with small bubbles overflowed from his mouth.

"After sending you off, I will definitely go back and help him."

"So your little patriarch will be reunited with you soon."

Zhuge Qing clearly said these words in a comforting tone, but for the dying Zhuge Qing, it had the effect of killing his heart.

He could already clearly feel that his body was slowly cooling down.