The orcs' spiritual sea of ​​consciousness cannot actively enter the female's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness; they can only passively accept the female's spiritual comfort.

But men are different. Their special ability is mental structure, which allows them to condense their mental power into various forms for attack or defense, even imitating the mental tentacles of females.

Han Ting was initially worried that the little female would reject his spiritual tentacles, but he didn't expect that the little female's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness was as soft as a flower bud. As long as he gently pushed aside the outer layer of protection, he could easily enter.

Compared with his own vast sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, the little female's was a bit small.

But considering that she only had B-level mental power, the man was not surprised.

The ice-blue spiritual tentacles huddled together in the middle. Sensing the unfamiliar breath of the invader, they immediately fled to the corner, even circling in place for a while because of their inconsistent pace.

Han Ting had never seen such lovely spiritual tentacles.

I saw the emerald green spiritual tentacles floating towards the shivering little thing in the corner, and the soft tips poked the curled-up spiritual tentacles.

Hi~

The spiritual power that had always killed countless enemies on the battlefield was as soft as jelly at this moment, releasing its greatest goodwill. Its spiritual tentacles stood up very high, and it greeted the little cutie enthusiastically.

The small blue ball of clinker immediately shook like a sieve, and a weak mental force flowed within its crystal clear tentacles.

Han Ting could feel her strong timidity and fear.

The emerald green spiritual tentacles froze in place, as if they had not expected that their only initiative to show goodwill would be treated so coldly.

Han Ting opened his eyes and saw Yu Nian frowning anxiously even while sleeping.

Are you so timid?

The broad palm rested on the woman's delicate cheek, almost covering her entire face.

Han Ting marveled, how could someone have such a small face and hands... well, everything was small, like an exquisite doll displayed in a high-end store.

He just pinched the woman's face, and a small red spot immediately appeared on her snow-white skin. She tried to turn her head away to avoid his touch.

Han Ting lived for twenty-five years. Except for the time when he was seriously mentally disturbed, he would ask his men to take a female from a commercial airship flying in the universe and bring her back for him to receive mental treatment. After he recovered, he would send the female back in good condition.

Although they had no choice but to become space pirates, Han Ting had already set three major rules for the White Lion Space Pirates: not to kidnap females, not to touch children, and not to bully the poor and weak.

This time, if Han Ting had not received the bounty mission to steal the "Heart of the Ocean", he would not have risked breaking into the Imperial Palace.

Han Ting originally wanted to comfort the little princess and tell her not to resist him like this.

But who knew that it would have the opposite effect. The woman was clearly still asleep, but she was shivering and moving to the other side.

However, a big hand completely stopped her from retreating.

Han Ting grasped the woman's slender waist with his big hands and pulled her towards him.

Perhaps sensing the man's firm movements, Yu Nian finally calmed down and found a comfortable position on his broad and strong chest to continue sleeping.

Looking at the woman sleeping unconsciously in his arms, the corners of the man's mouth curled up slightly.

However, this posture was inevitably a little too intimate. Han Ting was a normal male orc who had relied on the Five Finger Girl for companionship for the past 25 years. This was the first time he clearly felt the softness and fragility of a female. His Adam's apple couldn't help but roll up and down, and he tried to restrain his desire.

He forced himself to close his eyes and once again sent his mental power into Yu Nian's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

The spiritual tentacles, which had been huddled in the corner, immediately danced and occupied the space after seeing the invader leave. Who would have thought that before they could be happy for a few minutes, the robbers invaded again. Before the ice-blue spiritual tentacles could curl themselves up into a ball, they were forcibly bound by the emerald green spiritual power and dragged to the outside of the spiritual consciousness.

The poor little thing was clinging to the door of its spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, but was still tightly entangled by the robbers and taken back home.

As soon as it entered Han Ting's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, the spiritual tentacles were shocked by the desolate and withered scene before them.

How can there be such a large and broken spiritual sea of ​​consciousness?

There were leaks almost everywhere. If it weren't for his extraordinary mental strength, this person would have collapsed long ago.

Han Ting used his mental power to coax and trick Xiao Lan into the center of his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, where there was a dry riverbed and the surrounding ground was even dry and cracked.

Yu Nian dreamed that she was sleeping in a small but safe room, but suddenly a huge white lion broke in and dragged her out of the house while she was hiding in the corner.

She was like a floating cloud, swaying in the white lion's mouth, and then thrown onto a piece of hard ground with a plop.

Yu Nian looked around in confusion, and looked up to ask Mr. White Lion what he was going to do, but he licked her so hard with his rough tongue that she almost thought she was going to be eaten the next second.

She looked at the white lion that took a step back with lingering fear, and when she looked into its emerald eyes, she couldn't help but think of the little fat cat.

She slowly stood up from the ground. All she saw was desolate, but from the dead trees she could vaguely see how lush and vibrant this place must have been in the past.

The white lion squatted in front of her, keeping a distance so that she would not be scared, and whimpered hoarsely a few times.

Yu Nian actually felt as if she understood the lion's words for a moment.

Is he asking me to save this place?

Yu Nian felt incredible, but she still tried to release her mental power to cover every inch of the place.

In an instant, the grass and trees revived, the rivers filled the dry riverbeds again, the cracked land slowly healed, and many tender grasses and flowers emerged in the blink of an eye.

The warm and comfortable heat soothed his almost shattered spiritual consciousness. Such an intense feeling of comfort almost made his scalp explode, and a tingling sensation in the back of his neck went straight to the top of his head.

The man raised the tip of his tongue and pressed it against the roof of his mouth, squeezing the overwhelming feeling of comfort tightly in his throat.

But this comfortable feeling did not last long, and it came to an abrupt end when Han Ting was almost addicted.

The listless Little Blue lay in the flowing stream, completely listless, as if he had been completely drained.

The area where the grass and trees have revived is only about ten square meters, and other than that, it is still desolate.

Han Ting safely sent the wilted Xiao Lan back to Yu Nian's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, and was still reluctant to leave.

After returning home, Xiaolan immediately retreated into the corner. This time she learned her lesson. No matter who coaxes her out, she will never come out again!

After opening his eyes, Han Ting looked at the little prince in his arms with complicated eyes.

The degree of spiritual healing between females and orcs is not only closely related to the spiritual power levels of both parties, but also closely related to their compatibility with each other.

The comfort and refreshment just now made Han Ting almost unforgettable in his life. It can be confirmed that the two of them must be very well matched.

A gloomy look flashed in the man's eyes.