The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

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They no longer have to touch the dark.

Putting the pots and bowls into the cave, Ruan Mobei counted the remaining food - he had to go hunting and gathering tomorrow.

But tonight, they can still spend leisurely.

He Songming was very curious about the tent that had just been set up, and kept getting in and out.Ruan Mobei ignored him. He sat on the rock beside the cave entrance, picked up the can lids that had been thrown down on the ground, and shook off the dirt.

He held a gun in his other hand. For many nights, Ruan Mobei looked at the gun, and he could always unconsciously recall the moment when he shot the black bear to death a few days ago.

He was exhausted from running, his heart was beating rapidly, but his hands were steady, and he only had eyes on the flying target.

At the moment when he shot through the black bear's eyes, he saw the blood splattered out, and what he felt was the comfort and refreshment from the depths of his soul.

Yes, Ruan Mobei thought for a long time before he realized that the feeling that made him tremble was not fear, but extreme excitement.

Ruan Mobei raised his arms horizontally, aimed his gun at the dark woods, and raised his hand slightly with a "biu".

How much luck does it take to miraculously hit the eye of a fast-moving black bear?

Is it really a coincidence?

There were still six bullets in the gun. Ruan Mobei pushed the safety off, and the bullets were in the chamber, ready to be fired at any time.

The posture of holding the gun, the slight error of the front sight, the skill of aiming, the timing of pulling the trigger.

Ruan Mobei didn't understand all these things, but when he held the gun, he felt that everything had been imprinted in his mind long ago and became an instinct of the body.

Everything was silent, even the chirping of the insects had stopped, only the rustling of the wind moving the forest, and the searchlight behind him illuminated a small area nearby, and He Songming was still excitedly exploring in the tent.

Ruan Mobei tossed the lid of the can upwards vigorously, and the lid spun in the air, blending into the high sky with lush foliage and twinkling stars.

He raised his hand, stared at the point where the can lid disappeared, and pulled the trigger.

"boom--!"

The gunshots exploded, almost shattering the eardrums. Countless birds were startled and flew into the sky with a clatter.The strong recoil shocked Ruan Mobei's body backwards. Before he had time to see if he had hit, he was thrown to the ground by the violent force from behind!

The huge impact caused the two of them to roll on the ground several times before barely stopping. He Songming hugged Ruan Mobei tightly in his arms, so hard that Ruan Mobei couldn't breathe.

The gun was thrown away by Ruan Mobei the moment He Songming rushed, he was afraid that it would accidentally go off in the chaos.

He Songming looked around vigilantly. He was frightened by the loud explosion of gunpowder just now. He clearly remembered that the last time such a sound appeared, the black bear died in front of him.

He protected Ruan Mobei under his body, his muscles tensed up, as long as there was any movement around him, he would rush forward to drive away the danger.

Ruan Mobei lay on his back on the still wet ground. He saw the clear night sky and bright stars. He Songming was pressing on him, listening intently like a dormant beast. Even though he was neatly dressed, his handsome eyes were full of wildness the taste of.

For a moment, he forgot that he needed to breathe.

There is no danger, no enemies.

After half a minute, He Songming finally relaxed slowly.

He looked down at Ruan Mobei who was being suppressed by him, noticed that his face was flushed perhaps due to shortness of breath, suddenly bent down for no reason, and buried his face in Ruan Mobei's neck.