take father as heaven

His body was frozen for longer than he imagined, and his eyes were fixed on that person, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he had drawn blind conclusions.

How could he have misunderstood this person, how could he have misidentified this person, even if he changed his face, the temperament of that person has never changed, Seager is strong enough, although he looks a little lazy, but his gestures are full of energy. A kind of self-confidence as a strong person, like a gun with a loose safety, even if you are careless, it will be fatal in the next second.

But that person is different, and completely different. He has a soldier's calmness and introversion in his gestures, like the perseverance that has been tempered and finally precipitated. If you insist on a metaphor, then he is a The sharp knife is usually wrapped in a scabbard, which seems low-key and inconspicuous, but blood will be seen when it comes out of the sheath.

There is no hidden edge like Sig, only his own unique introversion, the most special is the rhythm of his walking and activities, which is mechanized to put it bluntly, which is probably related to the consistent training methods of the Federation.

And Murong Yan is most familiar with his unique sense of rhythm. He can almost remember the height of his feet and the length of his stride. How could he ignore these details so carelessly.

Thinking of this, Murong Yan actually felt a little guilty. Only he knew how much he loved that person, but he repeatedly misidentified that person. Every time the other person stood in front of him, he couldn't recognize him.

By the time the numbness and fatigue on my body faded, it was about four hours later.Murong Yan moved his stiff hands and feet, his fingertips were still a little numb, and his body was not very flexible, but he still supported himself and sat up.

As soon as he sat up straight, the guy under the tree seemed to have counted the time correctly, and he flipped up the treetop twice and landed opposite him.

Most of the expression on his face was covered by the mask. When the light was turned away, except for those faintly shimmering eyes, he couldn't see the person's face clearly. He was holding a rough stone bowl in his hand.

Murong Yan wanted to stretch out his hand to take it, but the body that had just regained strength seemed to be involuntary to him, and it was difficult to raise his hand slightly, and he was slightly trembling, the other party had also seen it, or he had already understood it.

Walking to his side, sat down on another thick branch, the two of them were very close, Murong Yan could still smell some fragrance from his bowl, and the other was holding two cut branches , seems to be chopsticks.

He gently picked up a piece of overcooked meat, as if he was afraid that Murong Yan would not eat it, "Stew it with medicine, it will heal quickly."

The corners of Murong Yan's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to laugh, but he held back after all, and when he was holding the meat over, he opened his mouth cooperatively to let him feed it in.

Probably because he didn't expect him to be so cooperative, Sig's eyes narrowed slightly, but the movement of his hand didn't stop, the second piece was already pinched, and Murong Yan opened his mouth to bite down in cooperation.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a little inexplicably warm, and Murong Yan's heart was as soft as spring water. Countless times when he was in desperation, when he was about to give up, he had fantasized that maybe Murong Chen would come to save him.

But he didn't expect that when he really came, he would be so overwhelmed. Maybe this is the so-called happy and stupid. Can meet but not ask for it.

He carefully ate the food that was fed by the other party. The other person seemed to be equally cautious. What no one knew was that his hand holding the bowl looked as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, majestic and immobile, so powerful and powerful. Already quietly broke out in fine sweat.

In addition, the hand that has been holding the chopsticks, although the movement is very simple, just back and forth, but the stiff joints that seem to be welded by steel still show that the master's mood does not seem to be relaxed and calm, but the atmosphere at that time was too warm , They are reluctant to spare any trace to pay attention to other useless chores.

How much capacity can a simple temporary stone bowl have, in fact, it will be finished in a while. When one person stops the chopsticks and the other swallows the last mouthful, the atmosphere returns to the original point.

Sitting down like this would only be more embarrassing, so one of them stood up silently.

However, the one behind him didn't seem to intend to suppress any more, he reached out and grabbed the corner of the other's clothes, and opened his mouth before the other turned his head. "We need to talk."

"Okay." The man under the mask couldn't see his expression clearly, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing it on purpose.

"What's going on this time?" Murong Yan decided to start with his own situation.

"It's the red group." He spat out three words, as if he didn't want to say more.

But Murong Yan has a kind of stubbornness to ask the bottom line. Of course, maybe at this moment, he just wants to chat with this guy for a while, so he pretends to be very interested.

"They..." The eyes under the mask glanced at him quickly, seeing that he had no other expression, and said again. "A batch will be selected every few years..." He didn't finish, but Murong Yan could guess.

If we talk about Murong Yan before, he was shrouded in Murong Chen's halo, no matter whether he was in the military academy or outside, as long as he was in any part of the Federation, he would always be taken care of the best.

Only this trip to the Demon Realm, under the leadership of Sig Ruoyuewu, did he really come into contact with the dark side of this world, knowing that there is a dark world under the light side world, and knowing the real The Demon Contest is actually just serving the dark forces.

It turns out that your superior performance in the selection competition was actually just a list for those church organizations.

Underneath, there is another darker and bloodier way, to participate in the duel in the dungeon, the black list that everyone flocks to, in other words, it is just another force of the church.

It was only at this time that Murong Yan realized that sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.Just like now, looking at that person standing in front of him, his tall and strong body seems to be able to support the sky, and his heart is as tenacious as a rock, it seems that there is nothing in this world that can make things difficult for him.

At the beginning, he also sheltered from the wind and rain under this person's wings, and now he still yearns for this embrace.But it's not just about asking for it, Murong Yan stood up inexplicably and stood beside him.

Even if his shoulders are not as broad or as straight as his, but he still wants to do his part, even if he can't bear half of it for him, it's good to share a little bit.

Now that I think about it, those days in the maze and in the cave were not so hard to endure. Compared with what he wanted to see, those days turned out to be insignificant. Even if he did it all over again, Murong Yan would not frown .

"Rongcheng..."

The person beside him suddenly froze and looked back in disbelief.

Murong Yan shrugged at him, and rarely smiled mischievously, "Is it strange?"

"You..." That person's eyes fluctuated a little, very quickly, but he could see that the moment in his heart should not be peaceful, probably he never thought that his rigorous performance and disguise would be caught People are so quick to debunk.

"Have you forgotten what I said?"

"What?" he asked subconsciously.

Murong Yan smiled, "I've said it more than once, I like you, Rongcheng."

The man beside him was still standing in an unbelievable manner, "How could that be?"

Of course, what he was struggling with was not Murong Yan's words of liking, but the reason why Murong Yan recognized him.

"Sig is my master. We have been together day and night for more than two months. I am quite aware of some of his little habits." Murong Yan replied in a well-regulated manner. In fact, it was his familiarity with Murong Chen that really made him aware of the flaw, but This cannot be said.

The last time he left without saying goodbye in Disha, Murong Chen didn't know that it was because his identity was exposed, and no one had mentioned this matter in the bayonet, so Murong Yan thought selfishly, if he also pretended not to know this thing.

So does it mean that when the other party is Rongcheng, he can do more things that he would dare to think about but not dare to do, such as...

He stretched out his hand to hold Rong Cheng's hand, and then took off the black mask on his face with the other hand.

Rong Cheng shook his body, as if he wanted to snatch the mask, but he was a step too late.The face under the mask is exactly the same as Sig, except for the look in his eyes, Murong Chen's eyes always seem to have more self-discipline than Sig.

Therefore, even if he stares at the exact same face, he will never admit his mistake.