Tomb Raider: As a cannon fodder, I started to play badly

{Are you really not going to perfect your soul? This may be your only chance.}

[The person they wanted to see was always Bai Ran.] Instead of me, a real zongzi, Bai Ran, whose soul was not even complete, like the result of the charity of Bai Ran they hoped for,

I originally thought that everything I had was arranged by fate, but I didn't expect that it was always charity, so I didn't want it anymore.

{But now, the one with a greater chance of survival is you, isn't it?}

[I am calling Bei now, Bei is singing Bei. Not Bai Ran. The one who needs to live is Bai Ran, not Bei! ]

The chattering voice in my mind finally stopped, as if it didn't expect Bei to say such words.

{Mingming, you want to blend in, don't you?}

[The one who can blend in, and has already blended in, is Bai Ran, not Bei. Bei wants to blend in, but with Bai Ran, Bei will never be satisfied, and will not be able to calmly accept that he is just an accidental product of someone else's mirror! ]

{Well, you are worthy of your name, you are really selfless! }

This accident was caused by that fake. Unlike "Bai Ran", unlike Bai Ran, he is more like an independent person. Apart from the idea of ​​protecting them engraved in his bones, apart from the incomplete soul that leads to imperfect emotions, apart from that, he has nothing to do with Bai Ran, "Bai Ran".

[You don't have to be sarcastic. There's no point in me living. I just met them. Since they want Bai Ran, Bai Ran's survival is more meaningful than mine! ]

The voice seemed to want to say something, but the intense fatigue made him lose all words and he fell into a coma for a while.

Bai Ran, oh no, ba, felt that the noisy voice in his head had completely subsided, and without the annoying tearing feeling, he relaxed his mind. He just stood quietly in the corner, the shadows completely covering him, looking at those people.

This was enough. He suppressed the urge to step out of the shadows, lowered his eyes, and stood quietly.

——Perspective Change——

"So, Tian Zhen, all we have to do next is find the right time?" Fatty Wang wiped the sweat from his face, climbed down from the pillar, slowed down his breathing and said.

Zhang Qilin also returned to Wuxie. Wuxie looked at the explosives that had been arranged according to his requirements, and nodded according to the architectural diagram of the Heavenly Palace and the knowledge he had learned. Just as he was about to say something, a voice interrupted them.

"You knocked me out?" Aning's voice sounded, and Wuxie subconsciously frowned. However, when he thought about escaping, his remaining kindness prevailed. Or maybe it was because he pretended to have forgotten something, so he didn't say anything, but continued to explain his plan to Fatty Wang and Zhang Qilin, "Next, Fatty, you just aim and shoot, and we'll find a good cover first. When the explosion happens here, we can get out."

"Okay, leave it to me, Fatty. Don't worry!" Fatty Wang patted his chest and said confidently.

Wu Xie looked at Fatty Wang's confident but somewhat proud look, and just smiled. He said to Zhang Qilin in the most gentle tone: "Brother, I've thought about it and it's more reassuring to leave it to you. Sorry for the trouble!"

"Hey, Tian Nai, you are looking down on me, Fatty! After all, I am a well-known figure in the underworld! Why don't you go to Panjiayuan to ask about my reputation!"

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I have a more important task to entrust to you!"

"What mission?"

"Keep aning in mind!"