Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

After everyone returned to Yu Village, the fat man was already working with Xie Yuchen to remove fish scales.

Zhang Qiling and the young man were feeding the chickens while watching the smoke rising from the fat man's kitchen.

Perhaps it was because he had been eating too much recently. Zhang Qiling pinched the flesh on his waist and turned his arms. His body fat percentage seemed to be a little higher, making him feel a little uncomfortable in this state.

Yan Bucunlue was at a distance, watching quietly.

The younger brother was still scattering millet when he noticed Zhang Qiling's mood. He turned around and saw his younger brother swaying left and right. Before he could laugh in his heart, he saw Zhang Qiling speaking to him seriously.

"Brother, let's run." Zhang Qiling wanted to lose weight.

The young man raised his hand, ran it along Zhang Qiling's shoulder to his arm, then pinched his back, and finally concluded, "If you're thin, you won't run."

He had an expressionless, unquestionable look on his face.

Zhang Qiling was speechless. He wanted to put down the basket and go by himself, but his wrist was grabbed again.

"No, you are not allowed to eat on an empty stomach."

It’s not allowed here and it’s not allowed there.

Zhang Qiling was stunned by the young man's firm rebuttal and blinked for a moment. Finally, he was called by Wu Yu, who was free, to wash his hands and rest.

In fact, the whole process from outside the house to the bed took less than five minutes.

Zhang Qiling felt that he was a little overprotected. Although he knew everyone was kind, he didn't exercise that much every day and he didn't feel tired. If he could get free food just by lying down, then Zhang Qiling would feel that he was no different from a chicken or a duck.

Wu Yu pulled a stool and stopped in front of Zhang Qiling. He reached out and cupped his cheek, rubbing his hair. "It's safe here now. Qiling, there's no need for you to do anything. So your happiness is the most important thing that should be achieved."

No, I am not happy like this.

Compared to a peaceful life, doing small things that anyone can do, I still want to stand in front of you, but I can't bear to see you go through such danger again...

Zhang Qiling was thinking too much and had conflicting opinions, which kept conflicting in his mind, making him feel a little depressed.

He really couldn't figure out what such thoughts meant, so he just subconsciously responded and moved closer to Wu Yu's fingertips.

It seemed that Zhang Qiling rarely asked for love like this, which made Wu Xie's expression soften a little, just like the kitten in his home who always held its back erect, finally revealing its furry, almost vulnerable belly.

But in this compromise, there was a tangle that even Wu Yu could not understand, and a flash of confusion crossed Zhang Qiling's mind.

In the end, Wu Yi just tucked the quilt tightly around Zhang Qiling and turned off the lights. It was only after he went out that he realized Yan Bucun had been following him.

Wu Yu closed the door tightly and lowered his voice, "Why are you here? Qi Ling needs to rest."

"Are you sure?" Yan Bucun asked back, then realized that this attitude wouldn't be good for Wu Yu. He frowned and changed his words, "I should have said that I can see the essence of the soul, which means I can know what the soul is thinking."

Wu Yu felt something was wrong and quickly took the man away. "What do you mean?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Yan Bu Cun dared to speak clearly.

"I was just watching Ah Qi. He actually thinks sleeping is boring," Yan Bucun said. Seeing Wu Yu didn't understand, he continued, "His dreams aren't all beautiful. There are happy moments with you, but there are also other moments... You know his experience. If you don't keep a wound-up music box going, its gears will eventually rust."

He used a clever metaphor to help Wu Yu understand Zhang Qiling's condition.

It’s not that Wu Yu didn’t understand what Yan Bucun said, but he was reluctant to let Zhang Qiling be in danger, and he didn’t want him to get involved in related matters.

Yan Bucun easily saw through Wu Yu's thoughts.

Because in his eyes, Wu Yu's soul was shaking, like a drifting sailboat, being pushed by his few short sentences, and then floating up and down.

"But given his health, I don't want him to rob tombs again," Wu Xie said frankly. "And you know we don't need the money. There's no need to wade into this muddy water again just for those old items."

Yan Bucun frowned slightly, as if he didn't think this was the only answer.

So, he spoke, pulling Wu Xie's thoughts back, "Don't think too much. The most important thing is to let him do what he wants. How old is he in this world? When he comes out, his body will be that age, but what about his mind?"

Yan Bucun knew too well how ignorant Zhang Qiling was.

Seeing that Wu Yu was speechless for a moment, Yan Bu Cun took advantage of the victory and pursued him.

"If he likes running, let him go. If he feels lonely, accompany him. If he likes patrolling the mountains and hunting wild animals, let him hunt. Aqi is not a bird that likes to be bound.

Wu Xiao, although the quilt you gave him is soft and comfortable,

But now the weather is getting colder.

Warmth is also a heavy burden.

And he only looks for the reasons in himself."

In the bedroom, Zhang Qiling, who had an exclusive sleep experience card, just stared blankly at the ceiling, not feeling sleepy for a moment.

He blinked, feeling a tightness in his chest.

After turning over and finding that it didn't work, he got out of bed.

The rainy season is coming soon, and Wu Yi's thickened sheets always give me a sense of graceful happiness.

But Zhang Qiling pinched the sweatshirt and felt that the coldness between his bones was not common. Instead, it felt a little warm under the sweetness.

Yes, it’s time to change into thinner pajamas to neutralize the pain.

Zhang Qiling thought gloomily.