Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

Zhang Xingxing, who was rushing out, met a little lama. She took two steps at a time and grabbed the little lama's clothes.

"Little Baldy... Lama, do you know where the master is?" Zhang Xingxing looked at the shiny head and stopped talking in time. He changed to a relatively appropriate address and asked about the whereabouts of the master with a smile.

The young lama looked at the handsome man in front of him. His smiling eyes were inexplicably infectious, a rare bright spot in this quiet snowy mountain. Even the colorful banners hanging in the temple became brighter and more colorful.

"In the meditation room in the second room on the right." The little lama murmured. After getting the answer, Zhang Xingxing loosened the little lama's clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles, and patted the little lama's head with satisfaction. However, his hand was pricked by the short stubble of hair, so he could only withdraw his hand with regret.

"Hey, little kiwi, it's quite prickly..."

The little lama, who didn't understand, touched his head. Is it a prick? He looked at Zhang Xingxing's back as he walked away. He was stunned for a moment before he suddenly remembered to ask what he was looking for the master for.

The only answer he got was Zhang Xingxing's back as he walked away with his hands in his pockets and a voice: "Debt collection."

The little lama thought in confusion, could such a powerful person like the master also owe money?

Thinking of this possibility, his heart suddenly collapsed. The little lama, who wanted to practice and become a guru, was heartbroken. Wouldn't he have to help his master pay back the money in the future?

Zhang Xingxing, who had no idea about this, stepped into the meditation room. Everything in the room was the same as before, except for the seemingly unconscious master lying there. No, there was also her.

Zhang Xingxing laughed like a villain, and heard the Master's steady breathing and heartbeat that was obviously two beats faster. Then, Zhang Xingxing quickly turned around and faced the other people in the room. Her voice suddenly became gentle, and she said in an irresistible tone: "Everyone, the Master needs to rest quietly. Let's go out first and don't disturb him." When the last person left, Zhang Xingxing immediately slammed the door shut.

The door was originally covered with a thin layer of dust and wood chips, which fell off under the huge impact and flew into the air. All of this was particularly clear under the sunlight, showing how much force was used to close the door.

Everyone:? ? ?

We are going out, what do you mean by closing the door and going in?

Along with the noisy discussions of the crowd, there was a "click" sound, and the already somewhat worn wooden door was mercilessly bolted by a pair of slender jade-like hands, locking the wooden door. The action was without hesitation, as if this door was a barrier that completely separated the world inside the house from the outside world.

"Master... heh."

Zhang Xingxing turned his head away with disdain, took off his sunglasses, and met the gaze of the master who was already sitting on the couch. The sunlight shone through the shabby window, forming golden rays that fell on the master's body, illuminating half of his face, and the wrinkles on his face looked particularly deep.

"It's okay, go do whatever you need to do."

The master's voice stopped the disciples who wanted to break in. The disciples could only withdraw their hands worriedly, obeyed the master's orders, and left as a group.

In the room, the two looked at each other in silence. Zhang Xingxing looked at the deep-minded old Denger and felt that he had deep ill intentions.

"I want to save Bai Ma."

"She's already alive."

Zhang Xingxing looked at the bald donkey who was lying with his eyes open, rolled his eyes and said, "Her condition is called a vegetative state in medicine, and it can't be considered completely alive. I want her to be able to run and jump, and to sing with Xiaoguan."

Hearing what Zhang Xingxing said, the master suddenly seemed to think of something and said tentatively: "The magic medicine he brought last time was given to him by you." Zhang Xingxing looked at the thick caterpillar-like eyebrows on the master's face trembling, and for a moment he wanted to laugh.

"Well, I gave him this." Zhang Xingxing reached out and handed over two bottles, which were the remaining bottles of blood and water given to Zhang Qishan. "But it doesn't work very well, so I want you to save her."

"No, this is her fate."

The master refused without even thinking. Zhang Xingxing took a deep breath and exhaled. "Tannd, if a tiger doesn't show its power, you really think your sister is Hello Kitty! I let you go because I couldn't catch you. Now it's easy to beat Lao Deng'er!"

So without saying a word, she rolled up her sleeves and started fighting (crossed out). She flew over and grabbed the master, and punched him without saying a word.

It is better to make things difficult for others than for yourself.

"Fate, fate, fate. You only know your fate every day. Qi Tiezui, that coward, even knows how to defy fate and change it. You, a poor bald old man, just eat white rice every day, don't you?"

"Do not..."

"Oh, you don't know Qi Tiezui, right? You must know Nezha, right? Even a three-year-old kid wearing open-crotch pants and a big snotty nose knows that 'my fate is in my own hands'. You have a big beard, but how come you haven't made as much progress as a kid?"

"I..."

"You, you, you. What do you mean by you! Hurry up and find a solution for me! If you can't find a solution, I will let you experience what it means to be destined to suffer this disaster!!!"

"Stop, stop it! I think, I think it's okay."

Hearing the master's heart-wrenching cries and sounds of compromise coming from his men, Zhang Xingxing stopped what he was doing and let go of his master.

"Oh, you should have said it earlier, Master~~"