Retired shadow guard's guide to raising cubs

Half awake, Mo Ran felt something warm touching his face.

He used all his strength to prop up the eyelids that seemed to weigh a thousand catties, a little light passed through the gap and fell into his eyes, and he didn't know what year it was in a trance.

In a blur, he saw a gray sky, and a figure whose face could not be seen clearly.The black figure got very close, with their lips opening and closing, talking about something.

In the next second, the extremely sharp stinging pain flowing through the body flooded into the brain, which awakened Mo Ran's chaotic consciousness a little bit.Only then did he realize that this is the extreme north, not in... Yanshan.

The figures around him gradually solidified, turning into Mu Jinnian's concerned and anxious face.

Mo Ran was startled, how could he be here? !

Before he had time to think about anything, he drew out a bit of spiritual power to form a shield to protect Mu Jinnian, then frowned, and swallowed the blood rushing to his mouth silently.

The actions just now made the internal injuries that were not optimistic even worse.

After another burst of pain, Mo Ran tentatively curled up her fingertips and made a fist.

The physical condition was not as bad as he thought.

Except for the slight loss of strength due to just waking up, the rest is just that the internal organs were shaken and damaged during the spiritual power confrontation with the Snow Fox King.

The most troublesome thing is the loss of control of spiritual power caused by the backlash of magic in the body.The chaotic spiritual power rushed through the meridians, causing Mo Ran's energy and blood to surge, and several injuries overlapped, causing him to pass out in the snow.

The extreme north is not a place to stay for a long time, you should leave as soon as possible.

Mo Ran supported his body and sat up from the boy's arms.

"Be careful." Mu Jinnian exhorted, and let go of Mo Ran's strength. Seeing that Mo Ran closed his eyes to adjust his inner breath, he consciously backed away a little distance, relaxed and slowed down his breathing, and raised his vigilance to protect Mo Ran, but his eyes stopped Can't help but always fall on the black clothes.

God knows how worried he was when he followed the concentric knot to this place but only found a piece of clothing. At that moment, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.

If Mo Ran is really... bah bah bah bah, what kind of nonsense is he thinking about?This man is so powerful, how could he fall here so easily?

Mu Jinnian glanced at the person who was still meditating, and quietly hid his trembling hands behind him in fear.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Mo Ran's complexion improved significantly, and blood appeared on his originally bruised lips, and he became more energetic.He put away his work and greeted: "Let's go."

"Oh." Even though he knew that Mo Ran couldn't see it, Mu Jinnian, who was peeping guilty, still stared uncomfortably at the few footprints that had just been stepped on, "...Are you okay?"

Mo Ran shook his head: "This is not a place to stay for a long time. I will suppress the injury for the time being, and I will take care of it when I go back. Let's talk while walking."

He summoned Moyuan, took Mu Jinnian Yujian, left the extreme north, and returned to the small village.

The two tossed about in the extreme north, and Mu Jinnian narrowly escaped death, and only half a day had passed.

When they actually stood at the entrance of the village, the bright red sun had just set on the horizon.

Wang Erpang was pacing back and forth in front of the house, his exposed eyes were full of anxiety that could be seen at a glance.When he saw Mo Ran come back, he let go of his tensed eyebrows and walked up to the gold master in a few steps. He said half sincerely: "My lord, you are finally back." He looked behind Mo Ran without any trace, and saw Mu Jin Nian was there too, with a more attentive smile on his face covered by a scarf, "And my lord, it's great that you two are fine, after a busy day outside, come in and rest, the room is warm. The meal is already Done, do you want me to send it in for you now?"

"Yeah." Mo Ran nodded in response.

Mu Jinnian was worried about Mo Ran's body. Seeing that Wang Erpang still wanted to talk nonsense, he stepped forward to stand between him and Mo Ran, pushed open the door, and urged, "Mo Ran, come in quickly."

Moran would never refuse.

Wang Erpang made fun of it, laughed and waited for the two adults to enter the house, and went to work on his own affairs.

As soon as Fu entered the room, Mo Ran's expression darkened, and he asked, "Why did you go to the extreme north? How dare you go so deep?"

If the extreme north is divided into three layers from the inside to the outside according to the degree of danger, the outermost layer is the safest, and ordinary people can go if they are well prepared; the innermost layer is the residence of the Snow Fox Clan, with the Snow Fox King present. Even Mo Ran couldn't please; the middle layer accounted for the largest proportion, and could be subdivided into three layers, avalanches, ice breaks, disorientation, or being attacked by the Snow Clan. There are decreasing temperatures and increasing winds.

The place where Mo Ran was in a coma was on the inner circle of the middle layer, which was not the place for a monk in the Qi refining period to go at all.

In the polar region, he almost passed by death. When he finally came back, it was fine without comfort, and he was scolded all over his head. Mu Jinnian felt a sense of grievance in his heart. You, who would want to take that risk?"

After choking, his brain, which was blown by the wind, was slow to realize what was said in his mouth.

Having said it all, there is absolutely no reason to admit cowardice.

Facing Mo Ran's turbulent black eyes, Mu Jinnian stared back fiercely: "If you are in any danger, just wait for me to save you, if I don't go, you s... something happened to you What should I do?" The image of Mo Ran being buried under the snow again appeared in his mind, the young man sniffed, and unconsciously brought a little cry into his words, "It's fine if you don't comfort me, but you still yell at me!"

......

The conversation was obviously provoked by myself, but when I saw the young man confronting him with red eyes, Mo Ran suddenly lost the momentum of the initial questioning, and some didn't know how to respond.

Just at this moment, under the turmoil of the young man's emotions, the aura that had just been promoted to the foundation-building period unconsciously escaped, which attracted Mo Ran's attention, and used this to change the topic: "...Did you break through?"

"It has nothing to do with you, hum!" Mu Jinnian slammed the door without looking back, leaving Mo Ran standing in the room silently.

Ugh--

All worries and concerns turned into a long sigh, Mo Ran thought, fortunately, fortunately, the boy broke through in time.

Otherwise, if he wakes up, he can only find Mu Jinnian's frozen body...

Mo Ran looked around, took off his boots and went to bed, took out the ointment for trauma from the storage space and put it in front of him, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for the boy to come back.

In the room, apart from Mo Ran's long and slow breathing, there was no other sound.

In a trance, Mo Ran seemed to return to the ice field in the extreme north, back to the moment when he was awakened by the boy, or even longer before, when he was not Mo Ran, but was fleeing as the leader of the Mo Shadow Guard. one day.

It is also a coincidence that on that day, Yanshan was also a scene of wind and snow.

It has been snowing for a long time, and the heavy snow has dyed everything silvery white, so the little red on the snow becomes particularly dazzling.

In order to protect him from escaping, Mo Yingyi chose to stay in the queen.

When the chasing soldiers came up again, Mo Ran had already guessed that all the brothers who had experienced life and death together and would rebel against the Yan family for him were gone.

No matter how harsh the elders of the Yan family are, even if the Yan family falls into internal strife, the Yan family's direct descendants attack each other, no matter how tyrannical the rulers of the Yan family are, this is the master family they, the ink shadow guards, serve and serve, and they are the supreme masters. It is the shackles that Mo Yingwei will not be able to remove until he dies.

Now, for him, the former leader who has been discarded by the master, Moying [-], Moying [-],...Moying [-],...his most trusted subordinate, his confidant, his Brothers, use your own blood to pave a way to escape from the Yan family.

It is very cold, the wind is strong, and the falling snowflakes are dancing, which may be very beautiful.

Moran didn't know at all.With torture wounds all over his body, he endured the heart-piercing pain when the "heart-eating" attack occurred, holding black shadow cards with numbers engraved in his hands, buried himself under layers of snow, holding his breath Keeping your voice down, you let the pursuers step on your body in silence.

It was two days and one night full of darkness and heart-breaking coldness. He lingered under the snow, waiting for the opportunity to see the sun again, or died here with all the unwillingness and despair.

Then, when his thoughts were all hopeless, a pair of red and swollen hands dug him out from under the snow. The young man smiled against the light and said to him, "Mo Ran, are you awake?"

"Ink dye?"

Mu Jinnian's voice brought Mo Ran back to his senses. The young man who had regained his composure walked into the room with a tray in his hand. On it were two bowls of steaming porridge and two light side dishes.

He put the things on the only low table in the room, turned his eyes away and refused to look at Mo Ran: "I happened to pass by the kitchen, and I happened to meet Xiaoer who was about to deliver food, and thought he was running too slowly, so I took it here .”

Seeing the young man arranging two sets of bowls and chopsticks awkwardly, Mo Ran put one hand on the throbbing forehead, curled the corners of his mouth, and let out a low laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Mu Jinnian became annoyed and slapped his chopsticks on the table. "My mother said that those who are injured should eat well and recover from their injuries. Fortunately, you know how to laugh!"

Knowing that he was thin-skinned, Mo Ran stopped laughing, sat at the table, glanced at the redness and swelling on the young man's hands, and said, "Thank you Jinnian. You have frostbite on your body. After eating, I will apply the medicine for you. "

Mu Jinnian didn't seem to hear it, he just picked up the bowl and put the porridge in his mouth, without taking a bite of the side dish.

After a while, I said inarticulately: "Actually, my injury is nothing, and it can be healed if I leave it alone. But you, you have internal injuries and haven't taken care of them, so you know to worry about other things..."

Mo Ran smiled and looked at the person across the table covering most of his face with a bowl.

Back then, Yan Shan.

When he stiffly climbed out of the snow, there was nothing in sight except the messy trampled snow, which was so terribly empty.

Mo Ran didn't dare to stay for a long time, didn't dare to look back, and fled in a hurry like a stray dog. He didn't know how far he ran alone, until his body completely collapsed and he fell headfirst off the cliff.

When he was buried under the snow in the extreme north, and soaked in the unforgettable cold, Mo Ran once thought that this might be the fate, reincarnation, and the fate he could never escape.

If he can wake up again, then live on and continue what he planned. If he can’t wake up, it’s not bad to just sleep in the snow... After such a long time, I don’t know if the brothers still remember he.

He has been wandering in this time for so long, life, or death, seems to have lost its meaning to him.

He has no relatives left, Qiubai Xiaoyan and Amin can live well without his own care, so he has nothing to worry about entrusting Jinnian to Zhang Yi and Bai Yu.

In this way, it is good to be alive, but it seems to be nothing if he is dead.

But the boy told him that was not the case.

When Mo Ran didn't care about life or death, someone risked his life to come to him, just for the help he might have...

It was the feeling of being remembered and held on to by death, so it was like this.

Mo Ran reached out and pushed the small dishes on the table to Mu Jinnian: "Don't just eat the porridge, eat the vegetables."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-0120:57:05~2020-09-0320:14:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 spear repair;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!