[Mo Feng Tongren] Bai Ling touches ink

Time flies, and a child can grow into a teenager in the blink of an eye. The blue-haired boy standing on the top of the tree held a black feather in his hand, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly a joking voice came from his ear: "You It's too slow!" A black-colored outfit sprang out from behind, like a gust of breeze, the young man raised his head and said without showing any weakness: "I'm waiting for you, I'm afraid you will lose too badly."

The black shadow in front of me turned and moved in the sky, and flew forward, tipping a little rocky cliff, and in a blink of an eye, there was only a faint figure.Bai Feng looked at the shadow in front of him, threw away the black feather in his hand, got up and quickly chased after him.Up and down, high and low, the two black and white silhouettes are like two flying birds, as if this sky is their destination.

The two finally stopped on the top of the tree, looking at the sunset in the distance, the sunset was like a brocade, dyeing the whole forest like a red dress.Mo Ya said: "Every time you finish the task, you will be very sad." The tone was light, the corners of the mouth were slightly curved, but the black pupils were calm and cold, reflecting the setting sun, it seemed to be much cooler.

"Don't you think it's cruel to control other people's lives but end them with your own hands?" Bai Feng said, with a trace of pain in his dark blue eyes. Every time at this moment, he would always remember the bloody hole many years ago , The corpses piled up into mountains are all children of a few years old.In order to survive, he chose to kill others. Finally, he walked out of that hell and became Baifeng. Now he has no choice but to continue killing, still, in order to survive.

"I will try not to think about this problem." Mo Ya raised his eyes and looked into the distance, where the king of South Korea had a panoramic view. "I think too much, and I am a bit cruel to myself. The important thing is that the dead have been relieved. Only the living can experience it."

Bai Feng lowered his eyes, the tranquility at this moment is so rare, but suddenly he heard the cry of an eagle in the sky, the two of them raised their heads at the same time, and saw a giant eagle chasing a snow-white bird, as if it wanted to catch it and swallow it. into the belly.

"It's the general's favorite falcon, chasing its prey." The ink crow watched the falcon soaring, and said lightly.

After hearing this, Bai Feng couldn't help feeling emotional: "Actually, we are also the general's falcons, and we keep doing the same thing."

"Maybe sometimes, we can occasionally do something different." The ink crow raised the corner of his mouth, "Let's make a bet, the one who saves the bird without hurting the falcon is the winner, and the loser has to do something for the winner." one thing."

Bai Feng raised his eyebrows, glanced at Mo Crow with his dark blue eyes, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Ya looked at the young man who had been by his side since he was a child: "I won, you will know." After saying that, he used light work and jumped towards the direction that the falcon was chasing.Bai Feng raised her lips, swept away the previous sadness, and said loudly confidently: "Unfortunately, you will lose." Before he finished speaking, he also chased the figure in front of him.

The two of them were just like before, intertwined, high and low, and refused to give in to each other. After several leaps, they had already arrived in the capital city. Their vigorous and swift posture made passers-by on the street raise their heads and exclaim again and again.Seeing the white bird right in front of him, the white phoenix leaped and stretched out his hand, but it was almost missed. The black crow smiled slightly, spun around, and flew to the sky with his strength, reaching out and gently catching the bird.The two of them landed on the roof at the same time, Mo Ya handed the bird over, Bai Feng took the bird, Mo Ya whispered softly: "It's hurt."

Bai Feng gently stroked the soft feathers of the bird, frowned slightly, turned around and ignored Mo Crow, only to hear the aggrieved voice from the person behind: "It seems that it likes you more."

Bai Feng replied mockingly: "You are a crow, and the smell of death is too strong on you."

"Being able to save a life can really make you feel more relaxed." Mo Ya ignored his sarcastic words, and just sat on the roof leisurely, watching the young man standing in the corner of the eaves, gently bandaging the bird in his palm , the twilight of the setting sun shone on him, and his immature and handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of gold.Mo Ya suddenly felt a softness somewhere in his heart, and there was a trace of tenderness in his usually cold eyes.This is the child he taught alone, stubborn, sharp, proud, and gentle, he curled the corners of his mouth, thinking silently.

"Are you repenting for killing too much?" Bai Feng still asked relentlessly. He never concealed his emotions in front of the young man in front of him. Even though he knew that this person was his superior, he still had a provocative look. The tone speaks to him.

Mo Crow shook his head: "I don't need to repent. In such troubled times, life is already cheap."

"If you work hard, maybe life will be more tenacious than you think." Bai Feng had already bandaged the bird. He looked at the beating bird in his palm and couldn't help but refute when he heard Mo Crow's words.

Mo Ya withdrew his gaze from the young man, looked at the row upon row of buildings in the capital, and looked down at all kinds of ordinary people who came and went in a hurry. Slowly passing by, some lives are taken away in an instant, we control the lives of others, but we don't know if we can control our own destiny."

"Can't you control your own destiny?" The young man in the corner murmured, stroking the snow-white bird, and putting it on his index finger, the bird shook its head, its claws grabbed his slender fingers, tightly .

The ink crow turned his eyes, looked at the bird on the young man's finger, and said, "If one day I were in its position and was hunted by a falcon, I would not expect someone to save me. If I wanted to live, I would You have to rely on yourself, fast enough." Yes, Mo Ya thought, in this troubled world, he can only rely on himself, he does not expect anyone to save him, and no one will come to save him.However, what if the young man in front of him was hunted and killed like this?He asked himself, would he save him?

"How fast do you need to be in order to control your own life?" Mo Ya asked Bai Feng before the answer came to his mind.

A strange color flashed in Mo Ya's long and narrow eyes, and the unique lines at the corners of his eyes seemed to reveal a bit of evil charm. Looking at the setting sun in the distance, he slowly replied: "It must be faster than the passage of life."

With a slight flick of Baifeng's fingers, the injured bird flapped its wings and flew towards the bright red sky.He turned his head and glanced at the young man in black sitting behind him, as if he still wanted to ask something, but suddenly he was a little awkward in speaking, so he stopped talking.

There is a rare silence between the two of them, which is unique to each time after performing a task. Bai Feng can't explain why he always feels a little hypocritical and sentimental in front of Mo Crow when he recalls these things.At the same time, he can't help but ruthlessly refute Moya's words that seem to see through everything, even though they are very reasonable and practical.However, Mo Ya at that time always made him feel as if there was a gully between them, and he couldn't cross it, and he couldn't see the appearance of this young man clearly, even if he was right in front of him.

"The Sparrow Pavilion has a new owner. I don't know what kind of woman it will be this time. Let's go and see together?" Mo Ya suddenly stood beside Bai Feng, patted the young man's shoulder, raised his eyebrows slightly, Evoking a wicked smile, he said to Bai Feng with malicious intentions.

Bai Feng frowned, and said with a bit of disgust: "I'm not interested." Yes, Mo Ya always likes to tease him with such indecent words, and he doesn't know why there is some inexplicable displeasure in his heart feel.

"You lost just now, and you have to do something for me." Mo Ya still had his usual playful smile, and leaned in front of the awkward young man, "Now accompany me to see the general's new prey."

Bai Feng shook his head involuntarily, Moya's warm breath was still warm on his cheeks, but he had already dodged and flew towards Quege.I really don't know why he is always so boring, Bai Feng hummed softly in his heart, but in the end he just resigned to his fate and followed the trajectory of that slender figure.

The beginning of all stories is always casual, and who can see the ending?None of them thought that it was just such a joke-like whim, but they would have to pay such a heavy price in the end.

The author has something to say: This is an article that is paused every second, and it is basically on the same line as the original plot of the animation, but out of love for CP, I added some of my psychology when watching it go up.In the end, I am determined that Mo Feng will remain unchanged for a hundred years