On the New Posture of Being Captive

The night was as dark as ink, the sound of rain was continuous, and the weather was slightly cool in late spring, which was a very leisurely and leisurely season, but there was a trace of unusual atmosphere in the tranquility and stability.

A black shadow flashed quickly on the high fence, and then took advantage of the momentum to fall on the big tree in the fence to blend in with the night. The rain was still falling non-stop, with desolation and loneliness.

The black shadow on the tree remained motionless, watching the movements in the house in the courtyard.

Inside the house, the faint light that jumped up and down seemed ashamed to say it.

"My lord, why don't you~" Jiao Didi's voice was full of a woman's unique softness.

"Lian'er," the man moved his hands around the woman in his arms, "Didn't you say you like me the most?" the man said with a smile.

"My lord, you are bad~" the woman coquettishly, lowered her head shyly, "You will bully me..." But the movements of her hands wrapped around the man's body and hooked the man's neck in a refusal and welcome, and the clothes slowly peeled off, revealing Fragrant shoulders, lingering eyes.

"Hahaha——" the man laughed loudly, and tore off the clothes on the woman's body, "I'm here to love my Lian'er..."

The candlelight is flickering, and the ambiguous silhouettes that are entangled can be seen through the window, the screams are layered, and the sound of panting is covered by waves, which is particularly confusing in the cold rainy night.

Time passed bit by bit, the candle was extinguished, but the sound of rain gradually increased.

The black shadow suddenly flashed, so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and in a blink of an eye, it fell from the sky and rushed into the house full of spring. Before the people in the house had time to see the face of the comer, their throats were cut, and the man who lost his life was thrown away. After getting out of bed, the charming woman on the bed put away her coquettish attitude in a blink of an eye, casually pulled up the thin shirt and put it on, the thin shirt could not cover the fragrant figure hidden inside, revealing a kind of mystery that was too much to talk about.

"Mo Ya, you've done a good job, but..." The woman whistled in a blink of an eye, and several hidden guards rushed out, and surrounded the target in unison.

Mo Ya's face did not change at all, it was cold and indifferent, dressed in black with the loneliness of the night, and the slightly drooping eyebrows made it difficult to see the hidden meaning inside.

"If you devote yourself to me, I think maybe you can save your life," the woman walked slowly to Mo Ya, "and you know, I treat you..." The woman's slender and white fingers slowly slid across Mo Ya Her cheeks, her full and soft chest rubbed against the body of the person in front of her, and the looming lotus tattoo on her chest was particularly alluring.

As long as Mo Ya is willing to lower his head, he can see the seductive scene with half-exposed breasts, but Mo Ya never puts his eyes on any part of the woman in front of him.

Icy and icy, with the solemnity of the night.

Seeing the indifference of the person in front of her, the woman's face was full of exasperated anger, "Why are you so stubborn?"

Mo Ya remained motionless, and there was an impenetrable darkness and calm in his deep eyes.

"You, don't force me!" The woman scolded sharply,

But the person in front of him remained silent and did not move.

The woman grabbed Mo Ya's hand and pressed it to her chest, "Don't you feel anything about me?" The full chest trembled with the fierce words.

Mo Ya withdrew his hand and remained silent.

"Then why did you save me back then?"

"My lord ordered it." The person in front of me finally explained, in a flat, emotionless tone.

"Hahaha——" the woman laughed, her eyes full of despair, "I should have known earlier, the people in Heimen have no feelings at all, they are a bunch of lunatics who only know how to kill people! Crazy! Hahaha... It's crazy!"

"Kill him." The woman said lightly, then turned around resolutely.

Mo Ya was not at all surprised by the woman's words, as if he had already expected such an ending.

The people around drew their swords, Mo Ya flew out of the door in a blink of an eye, and the hidden guards chased after him, piercing into the grove.

Swords are drawn, the atmosphere is calm, and the rain is murmuring.

The shadow of sword, light and sword, exuded a gloomy air around, the sword tore through the air, raised the blade, and there was a whirring sound from the void... A cloud of black mist rushed over, and when it dissipated into thousands of light and shadows, the sword collided crisply The sound spread out...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a rustling sound as it washed against the leaves. One person was surrounded by several people, a sword pierced his chest, the sword head was pulled out, blood gushed out, and the breath weakened.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, the leaves howled in the wind, lightning flashed and thundered, the night changed drastically, the whole forest shook, thunder after another, resounded through half of the sky, lightning split the night sky, and it was as bright as day in an instant.

"Moya—Moya—" An urgent call came from afar.

Dizziness, confusion.

……

It's been a long time.

"Let's go, let's go, the movie is about to start, it's all your fault for keeping me waiting for so long..." The crisp voice gradually came into my ears.

"Oh, don't be angry, I'll take you to a big meal later..."

"Hurry up!"

……

When Mo Ya tried to open his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar environment in front of him.

Light and shadow are entangled, blurring the boundaries of reality.

Surrounded by strangely dressed people, the noisy noise made Mo Ya frowned, got up, and looked at his clothes again, puzzled.

Meditation, still puzzled.

After taking a few steps forward, I felt that my feet were floating and my body was weak.

So thirsty.

But everything around him made Mo Ya feel uneasy. What kind of reaction is this? Why did he come to this completely strange environment in the blink of an eye even though he was about to die.

very noisy.

All kinds of messy sounds.

many people.

Moreover, people's clothes are completely different from his own. Mo Ya looked at the pedestrians around him, and at the clothes he was wearing, feeling confused.

Mo Ya looked up at the sky, the sun was a bit dazzling.

Mo Ya walked slowly. He wanted to ask people what the place was, but he found that the people around him seemed to be unable to see him, and they didn't respond at all when he spoke to them.

Why is this again?

Mo Ya stood on the street looking at the pedestrians coming and going, and fell into a daze.

He accepted the order to sneak into Prince Ning's mansion to assassinate the prince, and then found out that the hidden person next to King Ning was a member of the Lotus Gate. At that time, he knew that he was about to die. Pierced into the chest, but...why do I...

Mo Ya touched his chest subconsciously. There was no blood or pain, but he could clearly feel a scar.

Mo Ya didn't know where he was going.

So thirsty.

Mo Ya walked for a while, and sat down on a bench under a big tree. The surroundings were still noisy and unfamiliar.

After a while, a person passing by his eyes unscrewed a small jar, and the jar made a creaking sound, and the person raised his head and drank.

Mo Ya didn't know what he was holding in his hand, but he was sure it was something to drink, and the man's expression was very satisfied.

Mo Ya watched the man gulp down his drink, then let out a sigh of satisfaction, and then casually threw the small pot into the box next to him. Mo Ya watched the small pot lying quietly in it, and the man walked away briskly.

So thirsty.

I really want to drink water.

"Hey, are you thirsty?" A clear and clear boyish voice sounded.

Looking for the voice, Mo Ya looked up, and a young man looked at him with a smile, his eyes were beautiful, like stars in the night sky, bright and shining, Mo Ya looked at the person in front of him, feeling a little confused.

"Are you thirsty?" the boy continued to ask.

Mo Ya nodded slowly.

As if expecting it, the man smiled and took out the hand behind his back, and said with a smile: "Here, here it is, I saw you just now, you must be thirsty if you stare at him drinking Coke." Then he handed the ice lemonade in his hand to Mo Ya.

Mo Ya looked at him, then at the things in his hand.

"I gave it to you, I have it myself, you see." He said and raised the same iced lemonade in the other hand.

Mo Ya hesitated.

"You take it." The young man stuffed the water into Mo Ya's hand, and then sat down beside Mo Ya.

Mo Ya's body froze, maybe it was because the things in his hands were really cold, or maybe it was because no one had ever stayed by his side at such a quiet distance.

The young man bit the straw and looked at Mo Ya, "Why don't you drink it?" He took the things in Mo Ya's hand, pierced the lid of the plastic cup with the straw, and handed it to Mo Ya, "Drink, it's so hot today ..."

Mo Ya looked at the boy, then bit the straw and drank.

Cold and refreshing, sweet and sour, very comfortable...

"Did you go to the manga exhibition?" The boy turned his head to look at Mo Ya and asked, his eyes crooked.

Mo Ya was puzzled, looked at the boy, and tried hard to distinguish the meaning of the boy's words.

"Hey, who is your cosplayer? It looks cool." The boy bit the straw.

Mo Ya was puzzled and didn't know what to say.

"I've seen you since you walked over. You're so handsome. The girls who passed by just now were all looking at you, hahaha..." The boy smiled brightly.

Mo Ya couldn't fully understand what the young man said, but seeing the young man smiling happily, the corners of his mouth were so dazzling, and felt that the uneasiness in his heart was a little less, so he continued to drink the iced lemon in his hand silently.

"Hey, it's really hot today..." the boy said, turning his head to look at Mo Ya, "Are you hot? Do you need a change of clothes?"

Mo Ya paused, then shook his head.

"Eh? Are you unable to speak?" the boy said suddenly, with a worried expression on his face.

Mo Ya was silent, he understood this sentence, but how should he say it?What should I do if my words are exposed?Mo Ya looked down at the icy cold water in his hand.

In the young man's eyes, this look of bowing his head and drooping his eyes is a look of "I can't speak, so I feel very inferior". Then the young man became embarrassed and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I don't know, can you hear me then?" ?”

Mo Ya looked at the young man's guilty look, paused, and nodded.

"Oh, that's good," the young man seemed relieved, and smiled in a blink of an eye, leaning close to Mo Ya's ear, covering his ears with his hands, "I'll tell you a little secret, I actually..."

The young man leaned on Mo Ya's ear and said, his warm breath sprayed on Mo Ya's ear. Mo Ya's body stiffened and he habitually guarded, but he was soon surrounded by the young man's unique breath and relaxed. .

"That's it, you can't tell others." The boy said, his eyes were as bright as stars.

Mo Ya paused and nodded.

The breeze blows slowly, the willow branches on the head are gently fluttering, and the cool air is rippling at the corners of the slightly raised mouth.

"Hey, the car is here, I have to go." The boy stood up and said.

Mo Ya followed the young man's gaze, but was blocked by the young man's unexpected turning back. The young man smiled brilliantly, "I'm leaving, goodbye." He waved his hand at Mo Ya and strode forward.

Mo Ya looked at the boy's leaving figure, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. It was not until the boy's figure disappeared completely that Mo Ya suddenly realized that no one else could see his own, but why was that person able to see it just now? to myself?Moreover, he didn't have any doubts about his completely different dress from others, why is that?He didn't understand some of what he just said.

Mo Ya was sitting on the chair and meditating, and another person sat on the chair. Mo Ya tried to talk to that person, but it was obvious that the person couldn't see Mo Ya, and couldn't hear him at all. His movements were indifferent, and he couldn't even see the lemonade cup in Mo Ya's hand.

Mo Ya's heart sank slowly, holding the empty plastic cup in his hand, at a loss.

The way the young man smiled and smiled at Yan Yan was still in Mo Ya's ears, that sly smile, the phrase "you can't tell others", and the secret about himself that the young man whispered in his ear.

Mo Ya sat quietly on the bench, not knowing where to go, the night swept in, the lights on the street were just turned on, and the neon was flickering, everything made Mo Ya feel strange and uneasy.

"Where... are you from?" Suddenly a black figure appeared on the tree beside Mo Ya, and a deep voice fell from the branch on Mo Ya's head.

Mo Ya was startled, the sound inexplicably made him feel dangerous, his body subconsciously tightened his guard, quickly got up and looked up at the source of the sound.

"Hehe..." The man smiled heavily, "It seems that his skills are not bad." He was obviously laughing, but his voice was so cold that it was shocking.

"You'll need me, because I'm the only one who can help you now," the man said slowly, "I'm the same as you, not of this world."

Mo Ya was taken aback for a moment, then turned to stare at the person on the tree, "Who are you?" said a calm and cold voice.

"We are all people who do not belong to this world, and there are people like us in this world." There was a hint of loneliness in the words of the man on the tree.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Ya's body was still on guard.

"I'm here to help you," the man smiled, "it's up to you whether you want to..."

In the lonely night, the moon hanging in the air is cold, and only when you fall into someone's heart will you be willing to be content.