Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Qingru's footsteps suddenly staggered. At the same time, Hei Xiazi heard that the red line actually broke, like a string pulled by hand, which made a hideous sound after being forced to extend to the extreme arc.

"Fuck, how come it breaks now by such a coincidence?!" Hei Xia Zi dodged, and even used some force to put his hand on the shoulder of Qing Ru who fell to the ground, and suddenly leaped forward, barely grabbing the last end of the red line.

But who knew that the power of the red line was so strong that before Hei Xia Zi could steady his pace, he was dragged and ran wildly, with his two long legs moving very fast.

And the red line, as if abandoning the weak Qingru, followed its instinct to find a new host. Like a vine entwining a wall, it tightly clamped Hei Xia Zi's arm, making it impossible for him to slow down and stop!

Chaoxu hurriedly pulled Xiangyang to follow, completely ignoring Yan Xiaonan, who was suffering from a weak leg, and Qingru, who was lying limp in the snow in panic.

At this moment, Yan Xiaonan was stroking his beard slowly at the back, with an inexplicable look on his face, but also with a hint of admiration, "I'm lucky enough to see you for the last time, Mr. Hei..."

Of course, what he admired was not only that Hei Xia Zi was able to see Zhang Qiling for the last time, but more importantly, he approved of the fact that Yan Bucun left a way out. He really didn't expect that the other party would have the ability to extend the red line to such an extent. It was really eye-opening.

Then, Yan Xiaonan turned his gaze to Qingru, who had not yet gotten up. The biting wind drowned out all the life. The woman's pale face was equipped with a pair of sharp but faintly dangerous eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, and only Yan Xiaonan could hear the words she said...

At the same time, Yan Bucun on the other side temporarily lost control of his body due to serious injuries.

But because of the connection between their souls, he still intervened in the communication between Zhang Qiling and Xiao Cun. His eyes contained murderous intent, but he spoke in an extremely objective manner to remind them, "Xiao Cun, A Qi, stop fighting. As long as one of you dies, this body will become a vegetable. Don't you understand?"

"Yan Bucun, do you think I will ask you why? Your methods are too low-end." Xiao Cun shook off Zhang Qiling's restraint, but still subconsciously rubbed the back of his hand, feeling the residual warmth of the soul body. This action rarely revealed a bit of childishness. "I am not the child who can be fooled by Yan Guangshan. Besides, we know each other best, right? Yan Bucun, you can't fool me."

Zhang Qiling listened to their bickering, his mind completely confused, but his alert bowstring was fully drawn, making him step back half a step, standing not far away and observing the two of them.

"You're right. My methods have become much more sophisticated than they were a thousand years ago. But you're right about one thing, that is, we know each other best..." Yan Bucun stepped forward quickly and grabbed Zhang Qiling's wrist.

Before Zhang Qiling could resist, Yan Bucun quickly and lightly pressed the other's palm against the back of his own hand, as if looking in a mirror, yet not quite the same. Finally, he gently put down Zhang Qiling's hand, as if treating something extremely precious.

Afterwards, Yan Bucun smiled and slowly stroked the back of his left hand with his right hand, as if he was showing off that he could approach Zhang Qiling in a gentler manner. It was also as if he was using this childish way to expose Xiaocun's hidden thoughts.

"I know you don't want him to die." The tenderness in Yan Bucun's eyes faded away instantly. He stopped his perverted behavior of masturbating, and then spoke again, but it was unclear whether the words were true or false. "We can coexist. I don't want to erase you. You also said that there was a Yan Guangshan among those who deceived you. We can obviously achieve a win-win situation.

I will help you find those lost souls to grow. With Zhang Qiling's physical fitness and the red line control of the two of us, do you think Yan Guangshan can still survive?"

Xiao Cun swallowed his saliva. After all, even though he had become a split soul, his appearance and inner self were still that of a teenager. The arrogant attitude he had maintained was somewhat shattered.

But after thinking for a moment, he realized that his brain was no match for Yan Bucun, the old shrew. In the end, he raised his chin slightly, swiftly and awkwardly, and made a look as if he was reluctant to agree, but still wanted to negotiate conditions. "I take back what I said before. You are even more deceptive than I am at this stage."

"Thank you for the compliment." Yan Bucun agreed. He was really thick-skinned.

But Zhang Qiling subconsciously felt that what Yan Buchun said about helping the other party to grow stronger was just a cover. After all, his intuition always seemed to be very accurate... Wait, why did he have such a feeling?

Zhang Qiling looked at his translucent palm in confusion, and felt that he was not quite alive, but he could use the clearest mind to look at the man in front of him who was familiar yet strange and was called Yan Bucun. He was the real hunter here.

Yan Bucun's control over Xiao Cun was simply to fatten up the prey until he could fill his empty stomach in one bite. Somehow Zhang Qiling had assumed such a bad thing of him.

He even felt that Yan Buchun's words about joining forces to kill the man named Yan Guangshan were a lie.

Yan Bucun seemed to be born to be a fraudster. He made those people fully aware of the lies in his words, but because they were in the game, they had to choose this method that would allow them to profit the fastest.

kill him……

Zhang Qiling was made uneasy by the violent obsession. He didn't know what to say to the two people, but a great desire made him look at Xiao Cun who tilted his head in confusion.

This distant and sharp look was like an arrow that could pierce through a person, which froze Yan Bucun's decent smile instantly. He could obviously see something unusual in Zhang Qiling's eyes, but who knew that when he moved a little closer and was about to ask, he would be met with resistance from the other party.

Zhang Qiling’s soft blade couldn’t be brought in here, so he raised his leg and kicked Yan Bucun in front of him directly.

Although his strength was not fully exerted, the ghost seal on Yan Bushun's chest was embedded with his soul and brought in together.

Zhang Qiling's behavior hit the nail on the head.

This soul-shaking feeling made Yan Bucun empathize with the harm Zhang Qiling had suffered.

"Aqi..." Yan Bucun covered his chest and looked up pitifully. Tears even welled up on his handsome face.

But Zhang Qiling just walked past Yan Bucun, then stepped forward with an ambiguous look, staring at Xiaocun. However, the flaw in his handsomeness was that he was too polite after losing his memory, and even reminded Xiaocun of his purpose, as if he was fully confident in his ability.

"kill you."

As the merciless and cold voice fell, Zhang Qiling just rushed out, and the two people in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The tears in Yan Bucun's eyes just dripped onto the ground, creating ripples. At the same time, the endless light instantly eroded Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling felt as if his brain was being twisted randomly by someone's hands. He struggled to open his eyes, but saw a vast expanse of white. The wind blowing past his ears seemed to tell him that this was a snowy mountain...

He wanted to get up quickly to observe, but the person under him grabbed his hand.

Zhang Qiling lowered his head and saw a face that was nervous yet full of innocence, which made people feel favorable at first sight.

Moreover, the young man's nose tip, earlobes, and even cheeks were all red from the frozen snow. He even trembled subconsciously because of the cold temperature here, and pulled his chin deeper into his down jacket.

Looks like a poor little dog.

"Don't go, please don't go..." The young man's voice was so coaxing that it made people lose their way, but Zhang Qiling withdrew his hand and ignored the other party's pleading.

Zhang Qiling's rejection of this man was only caused by his discovery that the other person was wrapped in red lines and even emitted some unpleasant black mist. This horrible appearance made it impossible for him to tell whether this person was a human or something else.

Looking up, Zhang Qiling saw a man standing opposite him. He was a bit fat, with a fresh face. His thick lips were tightly bound by a red string. One of his hands was suspended by gauze and a bracket, while the other hand was tightly holding a soft blade. The knife looked a bit familiar...

Then, he reflexively felt a chill on the back of his neck, so he quickly turned his head and saw another handsome man behind him, holding a stick high up, his whole body tense, looking like he was going to hit him with all his strength.

The atmosphere looked like a crime scene with ulterior motives, and apart from the soft blade at his waist, his outer clothes and figure made him look like a mountaineer passing by or a local hunter.

The young man under him seemed more like some kind of bait, and the other two looked like criminals ready to kill and rob.

Zhang Qiling was not very happy about everything.

After all, a person who has lost his memory will not always list himself as a dangerous person at the first time. Instead, it is the people around him with unclear intentions who will arouse his high alert.

The young man still wanted the other party to stay, so he raised his hand and tightly grasped Zhang Qiling's sleeve, "Qiling...can we go home?"

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips, his expression suddenly turning cold because of the young man's offense, but if this man could show that he could communicate, perhaps he would not kill him.

So Zhang Qiling just cautiously wanted the young man to stay away and then communicate in a more decent manner, but his words changed, "Let go."

After hearing this, the young man went crazy and pulled Zhang Qiling down, pretending to be familiar with him, which made me feel alarmed. However, the other party was like a fool and didn't notice it.

"I was wrong. I won't be angry anymore. Don't go, Qi Ling, don't go! We still have to go home together, back to Wushanju. Fatty, Xiaohua and I must pick you and the little brother up and go back together!" The young man continued to express his demands.

This made Zhang Qiling feel more repulsive. He couldn't help but think that the home and Wushanju mentioned by the other party might just be another Feng Shui treasure land that was more suitable for attack, and Yan Bucun next to him and the other people mentioned by the young man were other victims. This person just didn't commit the crime, but wanted to trick him into leaving with him in exchange for greater benefits.

Moreover, Zhang Qiling really felt that this young man was quite incompatible with him. Every time when he got excited and spoke without restraint, his headache would become more serious. Finally, when he could not bear it any longer, he covered the young man's mouth. Moreover, those red lines that were ready to move obeyed as if they had listened to his orders, and helped to seal the mouth of this talkative man and tie his limbs.

Zhang Qiling keenly observed from those wandering red lines that

It seems that I am not a good person either.

He couldn't take back the red lines, so he could only shake his head, but this action did not relieve the pain. Zhang Qiling staggered to his feet, and in doing so, he kicked the person next to him. It was not until he focused his eyes and looked carefully that he was finally sure that this was someone he had seen before.

However, it seemed like I saw it in a 'dream' just now.

Zhang Qiling thought absentmindedly, why did he dream in the daytime? Could it be that he was knocked unconscious by the man behind him? That's why he had such an association. And this Yan Bucun who appeared in the dream, is he an important person or just a familiar face? What kind of existence is the other young man Xiaocun who shouted at him but could clearly see the outline of Yan Bucun?