I raised a strongest sentinel

"You must live, you must live"

The smell of smoke and gunpowder filled the air, the sound of gunshots mixed with the roar of the pollution source, the blood blurred the vision, and the physical strength was slightly exhausted, the fingers holding the knife could hardly feel sensation, and there were scattered corpses all around— —I don’t know whether it’s from people or the source of pollution. The bloody ones all mixed together and stained the snow underneath.

The exhaled breath condensed into fog in the air, the temperature was very low, but the temperature in his arms was terribly warm.

It is really fatal.

Because this warmth came from his guide, the blood that kept gushing from the other's chest.

The guide's expression was in a trance. If he could speak, he would whisper that Ron would have beautiful red hair if he took care of it. Don't let it get tangled up, learn to organize your manners yourself.

But he couldn't organize any extra words, and Ron's figure was reflected in his loose golden eyes.

In that small piece of gold, Ron saw his expression of anger, sadness, and finally powerlessness. The hands that slashed countless sources of pollution had never shaken, but at this moment he was trembling like a child who couldn't control himself because of fear.

Ron couldn't say a word, and the person in front of him was about to leave him even though he was in his arms. He could only let Gu Bai repeat the sentences in his mouth slowly and word by word.

Like it was his only obsession, he wanted Ron to live.

Ron let out a broken choke, his eyes were hot but he couldn't even shed a tear, his heart was beating crazily with the panic of losing the other party, all he could do was stupidly pressing the other party desperately and couldn't stop the bleeding the wound.

"Gu, Bai"

"Ah Snow"

Gu Bai's voice became very small, and he saw that Ron's body was covered with fine snow, and he moved his fingers a few times as if he wanted to brush it away for him, but it was only a small movement.

He has no strength, the loss of blood makes him feel very cold, Ron read 'cold' from their spiritual connection, but he has no way to warm up this body that is constantly losing temperature, no matter how tightly hugged it is useless .

Realizing this, Ron's world was spinning, and Gu Bai seemed to say something again, but all he could hear was the sharp tinnitus, which repeatedly scratched his nerves and made people collapse again and again. dizzy, the mental image of the Dark Sentinel began to become unstable, and the coercion spread around.

There were screams from pollution sources and roars from affected fighters, but Ron couldn't hear anything, and his expression gradually became blank—the dark sentry was on the verge of losing control, and the long night began to engulf his emotions and spirit is dying slowly.

Rarely, Ron suddenly smelled Gu Bai's pheromone.

His guide always behaved cautiously and seriously in front of him, the two of them had so few topics to talk about, but Gu Bai could always give him what he wanted when he needed comfort.

Whether it's simple words or a slightly awkward touch, Gu Bai is undoubtedly a top guide, he takes good care of his sentinel, everything is fine except for the atmosphere of getting along with each other.

Gu Bai's pheromones carry a bit of the fragrance of flowers under the moon, mixed with the smell of the quilt in the warm sun, and it becomes a smell that can make people feel at ease.

Ron used to be nasty.

Because Gu Bai doesn't show it to him easily, he can only smell a little when he is pushed to the limit when physical union is needed.

But usually at that time, Gu Bai's body would tremble uncomfortably with the excessive pleasure.

Perhaps in the final analysis, the inherent possessiveness of the sentries is a kind of torture to the guide. When Gu Bai revealed his pheromone, it was because he was cornered by his sentries.

Ron was intoxicated by this taste, but at the same time he also knew that this was not a normal relationship.

In the later period, when the battle was busy, he hadn't smelled the fragrance of this month's incense for a long time.

But now he smelled it, and his sanity was disconnected from the long night and back to reality.

Then he felt that the spiritual connection between him and Gu Bai was slowly collapsing. The guide used his last bit of strength to stabilize the dark sentinel's mental image, and he built a tough city wall for him with his life.

"No, no, you can't treat me like this—!"

Compared to Ron's fragmented appearance, Gu Bai coughed a few times at this moment, and then smiled very slowly.

His lips moved up and down weakly, forming the last sentence with a breathy sound.

"———."

The moment Gu Bai lost his anger, Ron only felt that his whole body was torn apart.

Final Battle, The Polar Frontier 1943.

Ron lost his guide and was forced to lose his spiritual connection.

Ron had this dream countless times. In the frozen ten years after the end of the final battle, he was often immersed in his dreams.

From the heartache at the beginning to the numbness at the end.

If crazy people often don't know it, then Ron is probably crazy and crazy.

His guide stuffed him into a comfort cabin when he was dying, resurrected him to the front line, and then died in his arms.

Sometimes Ron really doesn't understand what Gu Bai is thinking.

Obviously they have been fully combined, and they are the most compatible sentries under the imperial system, but the gap between them seems to never be eliminated.

What remained in his dream were only the words that the opponent kept whispering in his ear in the final battle.

He knew that his mental image had collapsed, but because of the experiment in the comfort cabin, he couldn't die easily. The dark sentinel's powerful recovery ability and the mental power that became uncontrollable due to the experiment—when Ron recovered, he All that was left on his hands was the blood that could not tell the difference between the enemy and ourselves.

So he chose to sleep forever.

Living is more painful than dying, so he might as well be in a dream forever—after all, the fragrant moon with tears and the warm sun that clumsily illuminates him will never come to his dilapidated world again.

The vital part of the neck was tightly suppressed by something, his breathing began to be difficult, the fighting instinct in the blood of the sleeping dark sentinel was aroused - a strong sense of danger made him struggle to wake up from the dream.

Slowly holding the small knife hidden under the pillow, ready to draw it out, the next second he opened his eyes, only to see a piece of white hair and a ball of white ball covering most of his vision.

""

On closer inspection, it was a ferret sleeping on his neck.

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It's late, it's late, sorry~~~ (kneel down slowly)