Retired shadow guard's guide to raising cubs

Mu Jinnian was falling.

The light was moving away, and the feeling of weightlessness enveloped his whole body. He struggled to regain control of his body, but the spiritual power that had been instructing him all this time did not respond to him.

If this continues, he will be buried here.

Really, there is no other way...

I don't know when, dim and blurred pictures appeared one after another in the place that gradually became dark, and disappeared in a flash.

In the unknown mountains, in the endless wilderness, in the dark and stormy night, in the rainy morning, in the prison cell where there are no fingers, in the gloomy and oppressive execution hall...

Spring goes to autumn, time goes by, the same person appears in all kinds of scenes, meets all kinds of people, and experiences all kinds of things.

From an ignorant toddler shivering in the dungeon, to a young boy who has grown up alone, wearing black clothes, and a dagger flying in the forest, to a young man with a stern face expressionlessly clearing the mission target.

In the end, the person in the picture was completely the same as the Mo Ran that Mu Jinnian knew, only colder and more ruthless.

He was locked in the deepest part of the prison, lying on the cold and damp ground, unconscious, the black clothes used to cover his body were so torn that he could not see his original appearance, and his bare arms and chest were covered with blood, and he could not be found. A whole piece of skin.

Mu Jinnian fell so fast that he only saw Mo Yingwei roughly pulling up the person on the ground and walking out.

Where are you taking him?

This question could not be asked, and this seemingly endless fall finally came to an end.

In the darkness, Mu Jinnian stood up gently, shaking his legs and moving his body.

No pain, no bleeding, nothing, it was just a fall from the light, that's all.

There seemed to be something in the distance, and Mu Jinnian walked over in the dark.

Indistinctly, a blurry white light spot gradually appeared, weak but continuous, the dim light gradually joined together, illuminating a vague road and guiding him in the direction to go.

It was another road with no end in sight. Through the white light leading the way, he seemed to see Mo Ran again.

Mu Jinnian quickly followed Mo Ran, watching him wearing a bamboo hat, slowly approaching the bustling crowd, and then leaving alone; watching him sitting in the welcoming inn, ordering a pot of tea and a few small dishes, sitting in the corner Sitting there for a whole day, when he left, the side dishes hadn’t moved at all, but they had lost the heat from the oven; watching him wandering around in the world, with the people around him coming and going, he was still alone in the end.

Later, after Zhang Yi was rescued, Mo Ran fell on the hill, and later, the people on the mountain changed again and again, until a small figure staggered into the dark world of Mo Ran.

The light leading the way became brighter and brighter, and Mu Jinnian's eyes, which had long been used to the darkness, were stinging, and he had to close his eyes for a while to adapt.Opening his eyes again, he saw a black figure standing at the end of the road: "Moran!"

He happily called out, took two steps in three steps, rushed over a few times, but almost stumbled when he was about to arrive.

The darkness never disappeared, but was driven by the light to a deeper and darker place, "hissing" like a poisonous tongue, spitting out a foul tongue, waiting for the opportunity to drag the prey into the abyss.

They have waited.

Mo Ran stood in a puddle of mud with her eyes closed, her empty hands naturally hanging down on her sides.His legs had already sunk into the mud under his feet, but there were still countless black tentacles pounced on Mo Ran from the mud, trying to drag him completely into this sunless swamp.

With the light around him, Mu Jinnian could clearly see that every tentacle was connected with a ferocious face, howling silently. Some of the faces he had seen in the picture just now, he even found Amin and the others were huddled in the crowded black pool, desperately stretching out their hands and dragging the unsuspecting person down.

Listening carefully, he heard their non-stop complaints: Why didn't they come to save us?Why let us be captured?why are you still alive

why why why

Mu Jinnian stepped on the black mud, desperately trying to keep Mo Ran from sinking, and shouted loudly: "If it wasn't for Mo Ran, you would have died long ago, and now you are blaming him? Get out of here!"

For a moment, it did work, and the wailing heads fell silent as if terrified.

The next moment, even more turbulent tentacles rushed over, enveloping Mu Jinnian together.

Now, their inflated desires urge them to let these two be together, to accompany them to sink here forever.

"No!" Mu Jinnian summoned the spirit sword.

The light but sharp sword shuttled flexibly among the black tentacles, cutting off those malicious hands, over and over again.

Useless.

Not only did this see-saw last for how long, in the confrontation between black and white, white retreated steadily, and it seemed that it was about to be completely defeated.

Mu Jinnian was panting heavily, his tense face inevitably showing fatigue.

In this unknown place, the spiritual power seemed to be endless, but the mental pressure accumulated layer by layer, pressing on him, making the hopeless resistance more and more sluggish.

Calf, thigh, waist, chest, neck...

The flying sword had already been dragged down the abyss one step at a time, and at the end, Mu Jinnian hugged Mo Ran desperately, and blocked a hand reaching for Mo Ran with his body in vain, but it was useless, more tentacles bypassed his The body, entangled in the person he wants to wake up at all costs.

"Mo Ran..." Mu Jinnian called out the name of the person in his arms for the umpteenth and last time, and hugged him even tighter.

..................

The warm but slightly dazzling sunlight slanted into the room through a thin paper window, and fell on the face of the unconscious person on the bed.

In the quiet room, the man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes.

Mo Ran stared blankly at the strange roof, thinking nothing.His thoughts were still immersed in boundless dreams, and his mind was empty.

The memory slowly came to life, filling the void in his heart bit by bit. He remembered the hostages who were taken away, rioting at Yan's house, being besieged by Mo Yingwei, what else?

Mo Ran moved her fingers subconsciously.A tingling sensation ran from the tip of the right finger to the back, and the right half of the body was pressed by a heavy object, unable to move.

He looked down.

All he saw was a furry head resting on his chest, sleeping soundly.Obviously, this is the culprit who pressed the right half of his body to numbness.

The man's warm breath fell on him, a little itchy.

Mo Ran slowed down, carefully turned the body of the person on top of him, let him lie flat on the bed, and then stuffed his pillow under his head.

Changing to a more comfortable position, Mu Jinnian closed his eyes and snorted, turned his body and hugged Mo Ran, rubbed his head on his body, found a satisfactory place, and continued to fall asleep.

The already loose collar was rubbed off slightly from Mo Ran's shoulders, leaving its owner to reveal a piece of pale skin.

Mo Ran gathered up his inner jacket casually, without pulling away the hand on his waist, but turned his body sideways, tracing Mu Jinnian's familiar but unfamiliar eyebrows and eyes with his eyes, feeling a rare peace in his heart.

In his mind, the other party was still the young boy picked up by him back to the mountain. He was not as tall as his chest, but he was quite imposing. He yelled twice, his eyes were fierce and full of vitality.

His gaze crossed Mu Jinnian's open eyebrows.

Young man, no, maybe it shouldn't be called that anymore, the former young man has grown into a young man who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him before he realizes it.

His brows and eyes are sharp and sharp, his nose bridge is straight, his limbs are slender and powerful, and the strength contained in his body is enough to pull him back to the world when he is trapped in a whole body.

The body still had the feeling of being tightly hugged by someone, but the gentleness of reality told him that it was just an illusion, they were all fine, lying side by side on a soft bed, and the sunlight outside the window was just right.

He seemed to hear the voice calling in his dream again: "Moran?"

"I'm here." Mo Ran responded instinctively before realizing something was wrong.The person sleeping next to him opened his eyes and was looking at him.

Mu Jinnian called out again: "Mo Ran."

"I'm here." Mo Ran replied patiently.

Mu Jinnian stretched out his hands, as in a fantasy, firmly encircling Mo Ran's thin waist, buried his head in his neck, and took a deep breath.

The body in the palm exudes a warm breath, a beating pulse, and steady breathing, all of which tell him that this person is really back.

Mu Jinnian couldn't help laughing silly.

Mo Ran quietly lay on his side on the bed, letting go of all the young man's cross-line movements. The hand placed beside him hesitated for a moment, then gently fell on the young man's back, and slowly tightened.

Surprised by the force behind him, Mu Jinnian finally came back to his senses. Only then did he realize how ambiguous the two people's chests were against their chests, their limbs intertwined.He broke away a little and looked up at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran was looking at him, the perennial mist in his black eyes dissipated, and the clear spring in his eyes was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Like a tacit understanding, Mu Jinnian suddenly realized that this might be tacit consent.

He retracted his arms again, embracing the person he had worked so hard to finally hold in his arms.The insignificant distance between the two disappeared immediately.

Mu Jinnian exerted strength on his waist, and with Mo Ran's cooperation, he pressed the person under him without much effort.

He put his hands on both sides of his sweetheart's ears, and while propping up his body, he also firmly imprisoned him.He stared intently at Mo Ran, and suddenly leaned over to steal a kiss on the man's cheek.

When she raised her body again, the corners of her mouth and eyebrows were filled with the joy of getting what she wanted: "Moran, I like you."

Mo Ran let him mess around: "Yeah."

The touch that fell on the face was light and soft, like a dragonfly on water, and it disappeared in a flash.Mo Ran looked up at the young man above, and the sun fell on him at the right time, casting a hazy light on him.The feeling of softness and warmth spreads from the bottom of my heart, making people who are used to the cold and dark drunkenly intoxicated in a warm world, and the spring breeze revives the eyes once covered with ice and snow, blowing away the coldness of the whole life.

Mo Ran indulged in a smile, and responded silently in his heart: "Me too."

The author has something to say: there are still one or two chapters to finish, and I will try to finish it this week