This shadow guard is kinda nice

In the middle of the night, Xiao Yichen was leaning on the bed, reading a book in his hand, after a while, he moved his fingertips and turned a page.

Obviously, his mind was not on the book, he glanced out the window, the dark sky was not bright, he threw the book casually, and called out.

A black shadow broke in through the window, knelt on the ground, and said hoarsely, "Master."

"What about others?" Xiao Yichen asked impatiently.

Hei Ying froze for a moment, and then realized who the master was asking. He said, "Mo Ran went to the mountain in the evening, but he hasn't come back yet."

Xiao Yichen frowned, "Go find it."

"Yes."

The black shadow retreated again, Xiao Yichen rubbed the center of his brows, his expression was not very good-looking.

One night passed, and people were sent back and forth three times to look for them, but without exception, they couldn't find anyone.

After staying up early in the morning, Xiao Yichen couldn't sit still anymore, he simply arranged the matter for Lin Hai, asked him to keep an eye on Ningdao, and then went to the mountain to find someone himself.

He didn't believe that a living person could disappear out of thin air.

……

Mo Ran came to the mountain before dark, and a group of unknown people had already fought with their people. He reckoned that they were sent by the people behind Ningdao.

He watched the battle from the sidelines, and found that this group of people should be people from the quack, with enough money, they could take on any job. Several killer organizations went back and forth in his mind, and finally locked on Wanyue Court.

He didn't quite understand why the Crescent Moon Pavilion would accept such a job, it was obviously linked to the government, would they also accept it?

It was too late for him to think too much, and their people tended to lose the wind. As a last resort, he appeared from the shadows and joined the battle.

With his joining, the situation was reversed in an instant, the group was killed by them, and when they stripped off their clothes, there was indeed a crescent moon symbol on their back, no doubt they were the killers of Crescent Moon Pavilion.

Several people disposed of the corpse, and just about to enter the cave to check Yin Zi's situation, when danger suddenly appeared, Mo Ran said in an instant, "Back away, there is danger."

However, it was too late, except that he was still outside the cave and dodged the poisonous arrow, the rest of them fell silently before meeting each other.

He clenched his fists and moved his body to the extreme. He knew that this person in the cave had extraordinary martial arts. When they were fighting outside just now, he didn't notice that there was another person in the cave, which showed his high martial arts.

His brain was running fast, apart from the master of the Crescent Moon Pavilion, there were other advanced martial arts, so there were only two protectors.

Those who deploy traps in a short period of time and can hide their breath, left to protect the law!

When the sound of breaking wind approached, something flashed in his mind, no, it was two people.

Not only the Crescent Moon Pavilion.

He turned around to meet his palm wind, and another hand clawed at him fiercely from the side.

His body soared into the air, and the internal force was instantly released from his palms, and the two of them were blasted a few steps away by the energy.

Mo Ran was able to breathe, he didn't dare to take it lightly, so he exerted [-]% of his internal strength.

The two were surprised for a moment. He didn't expect this person to look young, but his internal strength was so profound. After looking at each other, he knew that this time the task would not be completed, otherwise he would not have offered such a high reward.

One drew out the soft sword in his hand, and the other attacked Mo Ran with his bare hands.

Mo Ran stood where he was, he let out a deep breath, the black clothes moved automatically without wind, hunting.

……

Xiao Yichen came to the mountain alone, the closer he got to the cave, the stronger the smell of blood, he quickened his pace, and after a while, he saw two corpses lying horizontally.

He went forward quickly, squatted down, looked back and forth between the two corpses indifferently, and made sure that this was Moran's trick.

He stared intently for a while, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a sword randomly thrown not far away. He walked over to pick it up, holding the hilt in his hand, blood condensed on the sword, and the cold air overflowed.

Is it the blood of these two people, or the blood stained by ink?

He threw down his sword, turned his head and entered the cave, and there were several corpses lying across the entrance of the cave. They were the shadow guards he brought with him when he came to Pingyao this time.

He paused, then stepped over the corpse, opened several boxes, and the money was still there.After going out, he lit the flare that he carried with him, and the shadow guards who came behind would take the silver away.

He walked around outside the cave, as if searching for something.Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and with joy that he didn't even notice, he walked towards the trees around the cave.

One of the trees was engraved with a small mark, which could not be seen without careful observation, and only the two of them could understand the mark.

His fingers unconsciously caressed the small piece of bark missing, and there were traces of blood.

How bad is this?

With a sullen face, he followed the mark left by Mo Ran and left without looking back.

The twilight is dim, and the setting sun is like blood.

Mo Ran slowly raised his hand to cover what seemed to be some dazzling light, curled up against the tree, his face was pale, cold sweat kept streaming down his forehead, his hair was messy sticking to his face, his thin lips were biting tightly, Not a trace of blood.

With a sound of "tearing", he tore off his incomplete robe, held the medicine bottle in one hand, and wiped the medicine on the deep bone wound on his shoulder, frowning tightly, wrapped the rags around it .

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he smiled mockingly, if the sword stabbed deeper, his arm would probably be useless.

Mo ran his head back slightly, leaning against the tree, his brows were full of exhaustion, he slowly closed his eyes, thinking quietly.

Of the two people who fought against him, one was the Left Guardian of the Crescent Moon Pavilion, and the other was from Zigu, but he didn't recognize who they were.He was a little puzzled, the people behind Ning Dao were too willing, could these two people be invited, just to transport money?

He thought for a while, but he didn't come up with anything. Instead, he felt dizzy, probably because he had lost too much blood. He squinted his eyes, and the afterglow of the setting sun was about to disappear in the distant sky.

He had to go down the mountain before dark, otherwise he would have to confess to being here tonight in this deep mountain and old forest, and he couldn't go down the mountain along the way he came.At the foot of the mountain, when he came up, there were people guarding the carriage, and the people he killed were all from the same group. According to his current injuries, he was not sure to kill those people, so he had to find another way out.

He gritted his teeth, and stood up with difficulty by the strength of the tree trunk, but this movement involved the deep wound on his abdomen, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"Hmm..." He panted heavily, clenched his hands into fists, his veins bulged, as if he was enduring great pain.

After a long time, Mo Ran could barely support his body, and went down the mountain with one deep foot and one shallow foot. After a while, he swayed as if he couldn't hold on. There was a blurry double image in front of his eyes, and he bit down hard. Lip, the pain brought him a moment of sobriety.

He wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, but he didn't stay awake for long. After walking a few steps, his mind was dizzy, and his whole body was like burning, which made him feel hot and uncomfortable.In the end, his eyes went dark, and when he fell to the ground, he was still thinking about returning to his master, and then he completely lost consciousness.

As time passed, the last ray of setting sun in the sky fell below the horizon, completely announcing that night has come.

Xiao Yichen stopped in his tracks, the blackness was too conspicuous in the vast expanse of whiteness, his heart rose to his throat for an instant, and without caring too much, he flew forward and hugged the person up.

Mo Ran's face was extremely pale, his head was tilted in Xiao Yichen's arms, unconscious.

Xiao Yichen's heart felt sharp and painful as if being pricked by a needle.

He was dazed, and subconsciously put his head on Mo Ran's forehead.

Extremely hot.

He was startled and had a fever.

The emotion overflowing in his heart just now was suppressed by panic, he didn't know if Mo Ran was the fever from the wound or...

He didn't dare to think about it deeply, especially at such a special time, it was still within the boundaries of Pingyao.

He shook his head and drove all these conjectures out. Now is not the time to panic, and he is not a person who panics when things happen. It's just that the person who has an accident now seems to have a different position in his heart, and he can't control the result. Think the worst.

He took a deep look at the person he was holding in his arms, and stood up. It was already dark, and he couldn't stay on the mountain for long, and it would take some time to go back the way he came. He turned around and looked around.

Follow the route before Mo Ran passed out, and then go down for a while, and you should be able to go down the mountain.

He made up his mind and walked down the mountain with Moran in his arms. About half an hour later, they went down the mountain, and the small village was hidden in the night.

In the silence, he knocked on the door of a house.

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