Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The sound of ceramic tiles breaking was extremely crisp. The lights in the antique shop were dim and swayed from time to time due to the constant movement of the people inside. Finally, after the last blow, the only remaining light was shattered.

In the darkness, only Yan Xiaonan was standing there, panting heavily due to exhaustion. He was obviously limping and had to rely on crutches for support, but there was a clear flash of nostalgia in his eyes, but then, because of the mess in the antique shop, he fell silent again.

He knew that no matter how many pieces of porcelain he smashed, it would not help him feel better. The feeling of loss in his heart was so great that he didn't even notice that his palm was cut.

Perhaps at this moment, he finally realized it belatedly.

It turns out that missing someone is a long process in itself. His thoughts are closer to Yan Ran than before, as if after thousands of years, he finally understood and broke through the moral shackles, making his heart, which had stopped beating for a long time, start to beat eagerly again.

The gears of fate began to turn again.

At this moment, Yan Xiaonan wanted to know what Yan Ran felt when he took out his anger on these dead things. Did he not care about these priceless things and just throw them away? Or did he go crazy and choose to use the sound of their breaking to replace his own cries of pain when he could no longer bear the pain?

However, Yan Xiaonan felt that these speculations were not Yan Ran's thoughts and answers. He stood there, his thoughts flying, letting the blood continue to flow down the crutch. His eyes suddenly went dark, and then he regained clarity in an instant. When he finally stabilized his mind, he found that he had actually knelt down straight, and his knees hit the porcelain tiles. The blood instantly spread on the white jade-like floor tile surface, which was very eye-catching.

He realized it belatedly, and after kneeling for nearly an hour, he finally understood from the numb pain what Yan Ran was thinking back then. In fact, no matter how many objects he broke, he could not vent his anger.

It's just a simple longing.

It is a clear enough paranoia to create noise and pain, to make the people you care about feel distressed.

After figuring it out, Yan Xiaonan actually cried. His eyes, which were covered with wrinkles, were half open and half closed, and tears flowed out. He thought that his brother was no longer the Yan Ran who made a lot of noise just to attract him, and then smiled and gained attention.

"Brother was wrong..." Although Yan Xiaonan said this, he knew that if he could go back to the time before all the disasters began, he would still follow his decision and continue to do it.

He didn't want to face Yan Ran's corpse, so he created Yan Guangshan, the immortal monster. The monster's love was twisted and crazy, and in the end, the other party even turned himself into the same inhuman creature.

The strong love that was originally normal but deviated from moral ethics gradually evolved into hatred mixed with extreme stubbornness.

They are destined to fight to the death.

Fate was determined from the beginning.

Love and hate are inevitable.

After the golden ring burned madly, it could not help but make a clicking sound, and then the circles of the disc all fell down, as if the parts had been disassembled automatically, which made Zhang Qiling a little stunned.

But this daze was not caused by the special structure of the mechanism, but by the voice in my head, which kept asking for praise like a child asking for reward after something happened, "The answer I gave you is very useful, isn't it?"

Zhang Qiling's knuckles cracked slightly as he gripped the hilt of the knife. He really didn't want to know these unimportant things.

"Brother Qi Ling, why don't you say anything..." But this person kept chattering and wanted to continue without any tact.

Zhang Qiling just felt noisy, and even wanted to pry open his skull and throw out the stranger sealed in his mind. However, there was no way. This rough method would only hurt himself...

And this strong and extreme emotion seemed to have aroused Xiao Cun as well.

Zhang Qiling inexplicably felt that the child shuddered and twitched, then wilted like a flower.

"I'm... sorry." Xiao Cun said timidly.

He didn't coax him. Zhang Qiling knew that he was not good at coaxing people.

Moreover, compared to Xiaocun who is begging for attention at all costs, Yan Bucun's condition is more worthy of attention.

After Yan Buchun unleashed the power of his soul and forced back the red line, he began to faint a beat later. His face gradually became extremely pale, with a deathly blue tint, as if he was a corpse that had been dead for a week. Even if he increased his speed, stuck out his tongue, and stood on the side of the road, he could scare a random passerby to death.

Of course, he didn't have the opportunity to do so, nor did he have such a bad taste, but Xiao Cun might have.

When Zhang Qiling noticed that he had become like this, he subconsciously grabbed the man's sleeve and pulled him towards himself.

All these actions were better than thousands of sweet words, which made Yan Bushun's head feel like it had exploded and he entered a deeper standby state, but his pale cheeks were dyed with a vibrant blush, like a young girl in love, extremely shy.

"I'm fine." Yan Bucun recovered from his embarrassment and spoke haltingly, seeming a little uncomfortable with Zhang Qiling's active response.

But Zhang Qiling stared at him with a puzzled expression, and quickly put the back of his hand on Yan Bugun's forehead. It was obvious that he thought this man had a fever, but the other person's temperature was only slightly higher than usual.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and like an order, or as a reminder, he placed Yan Bucun's hand on the corner of his clothes again, "Hold on tight."

Yan Bugun was very obedient, he always listened to Zhang Qiling's words, he really held on very tightly, even until the other's clothes were wrinkled, he didn't let go. There were his fingerprints and creases on the white jacket, although he couldn't see them, he would secretly rejoice for a long time because of this self-aware animal marking behavior.

Fortunately, Zhang Qiling was slow to warm up, fortunately he didn't notice, fortunately... at this time he didn't notice his own unusual thoughts and his heart beating exceptionally excitedly.

Yan Bucun pursed his lips, but the corners of his mouth were raised high.

Zhang Qiling was moving. After the entire disc was unloaded, a door opened up. He stepped inside. The fishy air made him frown slightly.

The bronze statues were kneeling on the ground, their facial features were carved extremely delicately, and they all had pious smiles on their faces. They held torches high, and the connection between the two spaces allowed air to flow in continuously, causing the extinguished torches to burn again.

Zhang Qiling knew that if he stayed here any longer, he might suffocate.

So, he quickened his pace and walked forward quickly, but the murals that passed by in a hurry were flashing in his mind, including the man in a white robe on the sickbed, the general in dazzling armor, the two people leaning against each other under the pavilion, and their hands touching each other...

Two men,

man? !

Zhang Qiling had no such concept, but it seemed that his slow-moving brain realized that this was not just a simple relationship between brothers. The two people painted on the wall would even kiss, with their lips pressed against each other's necks and strong shoulders. The further they walked, the more explicit the mural would become.

Even the twinkling stars in the eyes at the end were portrayed extremely vividly.

Yan Bucun could not see this scene. He just felt that Zhang Qiling's footsteps were so fast that he could not keep up, as if he was running away from something.

He turned his head back and forth in a daze, but he couldn't see anything in his sight that had lost its sense of light, so he could only subconsciously pull Zhang Qiling. He felt that the person in front of him didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

"Aqi, what happened?" The concern in the words was direct and clear.

Zhang Qiling's ears turned red without him realizing it. When he heard Yan Bucun talking, he stopped immediately. Now, he was surrounded by the ambiguous emotions on both sides of the walls, but he was pure and innocent. He answered dryly without any persuasiveness, "No."

"Then why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Yan Bucun asked.

But Zhang Qiling took another big step forward, "The mural is wrong."

"What? Is there a snake on that mural?" Yan Bucun asked subconsciously, but he felt a sharp knife wind sweeping past his nose, and his footsteps stopped instantly!

Just one step away and maybe my nose would no longer be on my face.

Zhang Qiling switched positions with him, kicked the snake head he had just cut off away, and stepped on its body which was still twisting due to muscle memory. Finally, after he finished all the actions, he answered, "Yes."

The snake under his feet was struggling and couldn't make any sound, but his tail could accurately hit Yan Busun's shoes.

"What is this?" Yan Bugun is now blind, and he needs Zhang Qiling's help in explaining everything.

Zhang Qiling used all his strength to stomp the snake's body into pulp, "Snake."

"My mouth is like this..." Yan Bucun stopped halfway through his words, as if the character he represented was becoming more and more specific. He was afraid that Zhang Qiling would associate him with Wu Yu.

But apparently, Zhang Qiling simply gave a straightforward and brief summary, "It works great."

"Is that a compliment?" Yan Bucun breathed a sigh of relief and huddled anxiously behind Zhang Qiling, looking just like a green tea girl.

Zhang Qiling did not reply in time because the sounds of spitting wings around him became more and more obvious, with a frequency as high as that of a bat flapping its wings at a high frequency when it sees its prey, ready to swoop down and open its bloody mouth to deliver a fatal blow.

But Zhang Qiling's knife was much faster than those snakes that relied on their muscles to move forward. It was almost a rotating afterimage. He only used one blade to prevent the snakes from getting close to him and Yan Bucun. Their scales could not withstand the hardness of the meteorite, and they were cut and blood splattered. The blood of cold-blooded animals was somewhat icy, so Zhang Qiling only felt cold when he was sprayed with blood.

It's like a corpse frozen here.

Zhang Qiling felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and cold air began to emanate from the inside out, forming a thin layer of ice on the outside of his skin. The temperature was so low that it almost made Yan Bucun's hands stiff.

"Is this a side effect?" Yan Bucun murmured, but he felt that it must be so.

Zhang Qiling didn't go crazy with the help of one soul, but it was actually all supported by Xiaocun, right? Without the addition of this soul, would Zhang Qiling really become a corpse? Yan Buyun thought about it for a long time and felt that maybe he was too much of a burden to Zhang Qiling by extracting Xiaocun's power. This body belonged to him, and all the side effects should be borne by Zhang Qiling.

Thinking of this, Yan Bucun immediately grabbed Zhang Qiling's sleeve. He knew that with his eyes now open, he could clearly witness the moment when the other person's bones were almost broken.

"Leave it to me next. Don't move unless you want your body to become as brittle as ice!" Yan Bucun's eyes were now bright, flashing with endless heartache and tenderness, making his threatening words completely ineffective.