My cubs are all blackened

Forced to do nothing, Ye Lian could only obey the current boss's order and lead a group of his subordinates to hide in the dilapidated warehouse deep in the slums to destroy the enemy.

It can be said that it is all killed in the true sense.

After thinking for a long time, Ye Lian finally decided to bring Osamu Dazai.

Although it is too cruel for a 14-year-old child to experience the bloody process of life and death early, Dazai Osamu is not an ordinary child, and Ye Lian is not an ordinary guardian.

The sooner he understands what it means to be a member of the Port Mafia, the better it will be for Dazai.

Facing Ye Lian's order, Osamu Dazai did not refuse, he just smiled as usual, hiding his sincerity under that hypocritical smile.

Seeing Dazai like this, Ye Lian sighed helplessly. He hoped that Dazai would at least not be brave when facing him, and would reveal his true heart. He would tolerate all of Dazai's emotions, including Painful.

So he touched the top of Osamu Dazai's head, and said in a gentle voice: "Stay behind me when you fight, I will protect you, you don't need to be afraid."

Osamu Dazai was no longer as stiff as before when facing the body movements he often made, he naturally raised his head and joked: "That's really great, I'll leave my life to you, Ye gentlemen."

"Okay." Ye Lian nodded without hesitation. This battle is just to let Dazai experience the daily work of the mafia. Everything needs to be progressive.

The group of them arrived at the door of the dilapidated warehouse quickly and quietly. Following Ye Lian's silent raise of his hand, the subordinates who were uniformly dressed in black suits and sunglasses immediately raised their guns and rushed towards the door. There was an overwhelming sound of bullets.

Accompanied by the man's yelling and howling or moaning in pain, an almost crushing battle started like this.

Ye Lian, who was standing at the door, did not participate in the battle. He just stood there quietly, watching all this with a pair of glazed eyes, whether it was the smell of blood wafting from his nostrils, or those who died right in front of him. The face of a person dying with regret did not shake his will in any way.

Occasionally, some bullets shot towards his body, but he didn't even lift his eyelids. His body suddenly transformed into sand and gravel completely wrapped the bullets, and dropped the bullets to his feet without any effort.

The battle lasted only 5 minutes, and the gunfire in the warehouse gradually became quieter, and the port mafia won an overwhelming victory.

Let the last few subordinates go down to search for useful information on those corpses, Ye Lian, who completed the task, turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai behind him.

Just like him, Osamu Dazai had been standing quietly and silently one meter behind him, but from Dazai's perspective, he was able to have a panoramic view of the entire killing process.

There was no expression on his face, his pupils dilated slightly, and his eyes overflowed with rich black, as if he was indifferent to all this.

However, Ye Lian could see through the restless heart that was shaking under that cold mask.

Compassion flashed across his eyes, he suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his arms, and held Dazai Zhi in his arms, gently stroking the soft black hair with his right hand, using the most nostalgic gesture as if to comfort him. He said in a tone, "Are you afraid?"

Surrounded by that warm breath, Osamu Dazai visibly trembled, as if the feeling of sinking in the icy sea gradually dissipated, replaced by a more colorful world.His eyelids trembled, and out of the corner of his eye he could catch the young man's beautiful and dazzling blond hair.

This hug was too reassuring, and the touch on the top of his head was too comfortable. Osamu Dazai squeezed his lips tightly, and subconsciously hugged Ye Lian's back, a trace of fear finally appeared on his pale face.

That's right, he was terrified, whether it was the smell of blood wafting from his nostrils, or the unrepentant faces of those who died right in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, I said, I will protect you."

The voice of the young man hugging him was softer and firmer than ever, as if as long as he said so, Dazai would believe it unconditionally.

As long as this idea exists in the heart, those fearful and restless emotions will dissipate unconsciously.

Osamu Dazai's mood strangely calmed down, and a picture as clear as ever appeared in his kite-colored eyes that slowly opened.

It was also because of this that he suddenly noticed that the enemy who fell on the ground a few meters away from him had actually supported his upper body with amazing perseverance, staring at them with resentful eyes, and gradually trembling Raise the gun in your hand.

The moment he caught a glimpse of the pistol stained with red blood, Osamu Dazai's pupils trembled immediately, and in less than a second, he quickly judged the next possibility.

The enemy will shoot him and Ye Lian, the marksmanship is inaccurate, but the probability of hitting Ye Lian who is holding him in the middle is as high as 80%. Ye Lian can't use his ability when he touches him, and he may be killed with one shot!

dead!

Once the word death appeared in his mind, Osamu Dazai's newly stabilized emotions were disturbed again. He could almost see the god of death holding the sharp scimitar and staring at Ye Lian's body.

Ye Lian... will die.

He will die!

Without further hesitation, Osamu Dazai pulled out the pistol from his waist almost in an instant. The rigorous training of this month made him aim, shoot and other actions in one go, and the bullets that were fired suddenly were also at the critical moment. Hit the enemy's wrist holding the gun.

“啊啊啊啊啊——”痛苦令敌人吼叫着松开了枪支，抱着血流不止的右手疼的身体剧烈颤抖。

And Osamu Dazai, who instinctively defended without even thinking about it, breathed a sigh of relief, but after a few seconds of peace of mind, a strange feeling came to him.

He...why did he save Ye Lian, why did he shoot on reflex?

He should regard Ye Lian as an enemy, so why...?

Confusion filled his brain in one breath, and he stood there holding the gun for some unknown reason, dazed in a daze.

Ye Lian finally sensed the crisis, let go of Dazai Zhi's embrace, stared at the enemy indifferently for a second, then turned to look at Dazai Zhi with a smile.

"It was you who protected me, thank you."

Facing the slightly dazed eyes, Ye Lian's eyes were full of unresolved warmth, and he stretched out his hand to Osamu Dazai's right hand, exerting some strength to release the hand that was tightly holding the pistol. To the sides: "I'm happy."

The youth's emerald green pupils shone with joy, as if he was really happy: "Does this mean that my status in your heart has risen a little bit?"

The shining eyes made Osamu Dazai look away as if he had been scalded, and said in a slightly stiff tone: "No, that just now... is purely a conditioned reflex."

"Really." Ye Lian did not show a regretful expression, but nodded calmly: "In any case, you saved me, it's hard work, today's mission is over, go back and have a good rest .”

Osamu Dazai mechanically hummed, and looked down at the gun in his hand with a gloomy expression.

He returned to the room in a daze, the dead faces of those enemies appeared in his mind for a while, the scene of Ye Lian embracing him for a while, and the scene of him shooting again for a while.

He stared at the void with distracted eyes, many emotions were hovering in his heart, but he didn't know how to get rid of them.

This is the first time that he has witnessed the mafia's shopping with his own eyes, and witnessed a lot of blood flowing into rivers, but the strange thing is that because Ye Lian is by his side, he is not as afraid as he imagined.

What kind of existence is Ye Lian to him?

He didn't understand even more.

One o'clock came to nine o'clock, and it was almost time for bedtime. Osamu Dazai unconsciously looked at the door, hoping for a certain figure to appear in his heart.

He had a strong premonition that after experiencing this bloody day, Ye Lian would definitely not rest assured that he would fall asleep alone, and would still come with that retarded fairy tale.

His premonition was indeed correct, and Ye Lian knocked on his door on time. When he stepped into the bedroom, no matter how depressed Dazai was, he couldn't help but a gentle smile appeared on his face: "You coming."

Looking at the familiar picture book in Ye Lian's hands, Osamu Dazai shrugged helplessly: "Are you going to tell a story today? You really are not tired of it."

"It doesn't matter, the story is very interesting anyway." Ye Lian said without hesitation, but instead of pulling away the familiar chair, he stood in front of Dazai's bed and looked at him with a gentle expression: " But today is a little bit different."

Seeing Osamu Dazai blinking his eyes suspiciously, the smile on Ye Lian's face became wider, and he couldn't help but bend slightly and put his face close to him.

"Today, can I sleep with you?"

Osamu Dazai: "..." Huh?

ha--? ? ?