Special Forces Medic

Chapter 907 879: Lost Pet

Mu Rongyun stood up, cold sweat trickling from his pores as he moved. An invisible pressure approached him bit by bit; he felt his fingers shaking, each joint throbbing with oppressive pain.

This feeling was all too familiar to him, and he had never truly forgotten it. These experiences were easily erased from his past, but perhaps he never truly erased them; they were merely left unchecked outside.

Management? Hehe! Mu Rongyun suddenly chuckled, as if he hadn't thought of this word for a long time. Had he been a human for too long and forgotten his identity?

He walked to the center of the room, kneeling on the ground like a devout believer. His spine stood straight without a trace of relaxation, his head bowed, hands naturally hanging by his sides, like a sinner in confession, yet with a malevolence different from that of a sinner.

"At least you know the basic posture!" The window was soon enveloped by a giant shadow. With a creak, the shadow floated silently to the ground outside, merging seamlessly with the darkness, and its footsteps on the cement floor as quiet as treading on thick carpets.

Mu Rongyun did not want to tremble, yet his upright, slightly trembling body betrayed him. His fear originated from this shadow; his lowered eyes shared the darkness, though not as complete as his own.

"You've caused me significant loss." The shadow gradually moved into the light, and though the small lamp on the table couldn't illuminate the entire room, it cast a slight brightness into the darkness.

Mu Rongyun did not feel the light brought him any warmth; instead, the mild glow only exuded coldness without any other function.

The emotionless tone pierced into the kneeling person's inner depths; he seemed able to unravel and disassemble a person without deploying any force, needing no suppression or confrontation, no sacrificial bloodshed—he could triumph over all.

Demolishing the painstakingly established defenses from within, Mu Rongyun deeply pondered whether anyone could compel this person to move a finger, a battlefield of genuine combat significance.

"Raise your head!" Outside the shadow was a circle of warm light. Under his command, Mu Rongyun obediently raised his chin, yet the imagery he had just contemplated was promptly smitten upon his face by a confirmed imprint. Not incapable of moving a finger, but there were two reasons to make him do so: a complete enemy and a complete punishment. He belonged to the latter; for anyone who damages his belongings, he was absolutely unforgiving.

With slightly angry eyes, Mu Rongyun stared at the person before him, having nearly swung his fist impulsively at him just now. This impulsive thought seemed incredible under rationality, yet the angry emotion thus became even more bewildering; was he changing?

"You are angry, yet I'm glad you still have reason, avoiding becoming a corpse under impulsiveness." The shadow took a breath, realizing he had spoken more today, overlooking the person who no longer raised his chin. "I let you wander, not to possess human emotions. You must know you aren't fit for such feelings, so how has brotherly affection made you reckless, forgetting your identity?"

His moving lips contemplated refuting; Mu Rongyun slowly lifted his head, striving for eye contact with the person before him. This habit seemed normal to him now, yet he once again forgot the rules he should abide by. Of course, someone kindly reminded him, pain can quickly make one recall forgotten rules.

"Love, family, submission, which do you choose?"

"Submission!" There was no need to consider. Since appearing before him, Mu Rongyun knew his freedom was diminishing. Ever since he started helping Xiao Lin, his freedom lost its original glow. This person wouldn't spare him, especially after that woman was killed; he would be sure to appear before him.

Angels don't need redemption; freedom is created. He is neither an Angel nor a Devil; he's merely a puppet!

An identity inherently segregating him from things! On unfamiliar streets, looking at foreign crowds completely incompatible with him, he tasted the flavor of true abandonment. No fear, only deep-seated hatred for the worldly cruelty and resentment towards that towering figure. Yet, under the worship of the darkness present, he walked unwaveringly into a world originally belonging to darkness.

"This is a good choice. I can forgive the things you've done, but I cannot forgive you for ruining my toy." The shadow seemed fairly satisfied with Mu Rongyun's answer; he lifted his left hand to his head, seemingly caressing his soft hair like a kind father loving his misbehaving child.

"Love! Family!"

Another choice question! A dilemma, he glared while giving a less than ideal answer. "I've always belonged to you."

"This answer doesn't satisfy me; perhaps I've been too indulgent with you, my child!" The hand of the dark figure pressed down on Mu Rongyun's head like a heavy jack, keeping him from moving or looking up. "Love! Family! Are they so difficult for you to choose between?"

"No, it's not!"

"Choose one; you don't have many opportunities left."

"Love, I choose love!" Mu Rongyun urgently made his choice, only to be met with laughter far from gleeful—chilling, enough to make one tremble from within.

"A not-so-smart choice, leaving the familial bonds to confront you?" The dark figure knew Mu Rongyun's not-so-innocent heart all too well and withdrew his hand, deliberately spreading his fingers in the light of the little lamp. "Do you see anything? Airtight traces, do you think with that rat, you can shake me? Xia Ya, you're overestimating yourself."

"No matter how I choose, you won't be satisfied." Words were dangerous, but Mu Rongyun didn't feel that way right now; there was a small stir struggling inside him. When Xia Ya's name came out of this person's mouth, an unprecedented sense of disgust filled his chest.

"Do you know why that man named you Xia Ya?" The dark figure was indifferent to this minor rebellion, granting him just enough rights to make him more aware of his insignificance. He was not a god; he was merely someone who existed to represent the god. "I'll tell you the best answer: choose none because whichever side you choose means you've started down the path of betraying me. Do you know the fate of those who betray me? I'm sure you'll be very interested in witnessing it."

"No!" Mu Rongyun felt a pain like an explosion in his liver and gall; he was prostrate on the ground, the bulging veins on his skin clearly visible as if they might burst at any moment. He couldn't bear such pressure, as the darkness within gradually devoured him.

"No! A very good word, I'm sorry to hear it from your mouth. Why are you so obsessed with the Rose Staff, thinking that having power means having the ability to betray me?" As if he had just thought of something, the dark figure stretched out his hand again to pull Mu Rongyun up from the ground. "The Rose Staff and the Dharma Seal, hahaha, what a laughable lie. I'll give you one last chance; bring them to me and I'll leave you your love."

With a loud bang, Mu Rongyun was thrown onto the ground, making a huge noise. "What happened?" Xiao Lin, just arriving at the door, heard the loud sound inside, rushed in, and was immediately oppressed by a sense of pressure from the dark figure that seemed to infect him.

"It's you!" There was no need to see the other's face; just the feeling was enough to easily recognize this person.

"Hehehe, in my presence, you still handle things so calmly; I really should consider you a worthy opponent." Seeing that Xiao Lin did not back down from the pressure he released, the dark figure slowly moved towards the window.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Lin squatted down, looked at Mu Rongyun, who had blood at the corner of his mouth, and placed his fingers on his pulse to examine his internal organs.

"Remember my words; your opportunities are not many." Eyes darker than darkness itself slid over Xiao Lin's face and then jumped out from the window.

Xiao Lin did not chase after him; he helped Mu Rongyun up, using his True Qi to gradually infuse his own energy into Mu Rongyun's body. Although the internal injuries weren't severe enough for mortal danger, small cracks had appeared in several organs and would require a long time to heal.

"Don't bother with me." Realizing what Xiao Lin was about to do, Mu Rongyun slapped away the hand on his vital point. He wobbled to his feet, but after a few steps, his legs gave out.

A pair of strong arms supported his weight as cold sweat broke out on Mu Rongyun's forehead. He glanced at Xiao Lin, understanding that this was not the time to act tough. Silently, he allowed himself to be helped onto the bed, his hands resting on his thighs as Xiao Lin knelt by his side.

"Is it my honor to have the heir of the Xiao Family kneel at my feet?" The direct sarcasm pierced Xiao Lin's chest like a sharp knife. He lifted his dark eyes to gaze at Mu Rongyun; from this angle, he looked more like Xiao Zhenfeng.

"I came to thank you."

"Thank you in the middle of the night? I wasn't aware that Xiao Family members had this particular quirk." Sneaky habits were like rabbits only coming out at night. "What are you really here for?" If it weren't for Xiao Lin, he might not have been able to escape so easily from that person's grasp, wouldn't have been played to death, merely very miserably.

"Hong Lian, I should know where he is." Xiao Lin did not move from Mu Rongyun's side at his feet, sighing. "Xia Ya, is that your name?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)