Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Recognition and Attack

"I do."

The tip of the furry tail, like a black dot, bent and brushed against her legs. Her hips were squeezed and she felt her body turning. She moved to the side and looked down to see that it was a lion.

His master came later and followed quietly. He listened for an unknown amount of time before finally speaking.

She pretended not to hear, squatted down and touched the pale chin and the hairy neck, then took the erect tail into the palm of her hand and rubbed it like a whip.

It was not easy to escape. The body was suspended in the air with a weight on the popliteal fossa. The person leaned backwards and was lifted up in a squatting position. The waist was wrapped around, the direction was turned, and the person was held in front of the body. The two looked at each other in surprise.

Ares: "You—including me?"

"You're happy with me, and you don't want me to leave?"

She was not nervous at all. She stretched out her hand. Another person came over and tried to take the person from her hand. The arm around her waist suddenly tightened and became tighter.

The man's mouth drooped, his expression was calm, and he even took two steps back. He would not let her go until she answered.

Manuel: "Hey, don't push her."

"fine."

She stretched out her hand, from the forearm with bulging veins to the strong and bulging upper arm. The man's Adam's apple rolled. Her eyes moved to the straightforward face and the eyes that showed all his emotions.

He was nervous inside. When her eyes slid down, as if she was thinking, or as if she had decided to give up, she was like sinking to the bottom of the water, gradually suffocating, one second, two seconds.

"Tell me in person."

"Look into my eyes." Is this a retention or a struggle.

When she looked up, she saw a sentry passing by in a room with warm light in the distance. He noticed her gaze and stopped to look at her. It was like a laser that made it impossible to hide.

She buried her head in the man's chest, hiding her body, neither denying nor admitting.

Ares took this action as a response, official and formal. She felt light in his arms, like a kitten, more real than in his dreams, with so many subtle touches.

Xu Shanshan: "Can you wait?"

His bright eyes trembled, and his fingers scratched along the direction of muscle growth. Because it was so light, his nails rubbed against the epidermis, causing itching. He didn't know where to focus his attention.

When another body moved closer, the two "high walls" completely blocked the light, and it huddled in the shadows of the gap, with the tip of its nose just touching its chest. It was so close that it would brush past if it turned its head.

Stuck there, she raised her hand shyly and placed her arm between them to keep a distance from him.

"I'll need a little time," she thought. This was no small undertaking, although here, it was allowed.

Thick, blunt fingers pressed against the waist, the knuckles touching the clothes, and the fingertips rubbed, as if they could see through the clothes and touch the warm body. The man panted softly and said, "To be honest, I can hardly wait."

"Let me collect a little interest first."

A kiss, maybe more than one, her face was wet and covered with saliva. She pushed the man away in disgust. He muttered something about helping her clean up and was about to come close to her again. She pinched her cheek and pulled him back, but the effect was not obvious.

Either his skin was very elastic, or he simply didn't care. She couldn't bring herself to do it, so she was forced to lean back, but there were two obstacles.

One is to cover her back with the palm, pressing against the spine, the fingertips pressing against the shoulder blades, and the base of the palm resting on the soft back. The movement of leaning back is suppressed, and she is almost pushed forward by the strength of the arms.

The second was the man behind her. When she leaned too far back, her head hit some kind of elastic "rubber". She tried not to think about what it was.

She was a little overwhelmed by Ares's enthusiasm. She said "enough" several times in a row, and finally had to slap him to calm him down.

She seemed to have hit him too hard, and reached out to Manuel with a little fear, as she had never hit anyone before.

He didn't let go, so she had to declare, "You have to listen to me." She touched the place where she had just slapped him, not knowing if it would hurt. She stroked her cheek with her thumb as if it were covered with ointment, just to comfort her.

She needed time to work on their relationship, to make sure she didn't let jealousy destroy the people she cared about.

She smoothly moved from Ares' arms to Manuel's side, sat sideways on his arm, holding her shoulders to ensure she did not fall, and he took out a tissue to wipe her.

Her round lips were stained with crystal. She licked her lower lip and looked at Manuel. Through his mask, memories popped up. She put her fingers on it, touched the tie behind her ear, and untied it.

"Do you want a kiss?" she asked, surprised to see that the uneven brown scars on her face disappeared and the newly transplanted skin merged with the native epidermis.

He observed her expression, clenching his left hand without frowning, and curiously placed his hand over hers, his fingertips slightly cool, his face widening.

The man nodded slowly and surely. He didn't move. She suspected he wasn't breathing. The wind blew his hair between his lips. He leaned his head forward, getting closer and closer. The gap between them became smaller and smaller, and their lips touched.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, she quickly withdrew her gaze. He didn't make any move, but just stared at her lips with a deep gaze.

Ares: "Me too."

The ambiguous atmosphere was broken, she turned her head and looked, "You already have it" he even got more.

"This is different, dear." He wanted her to take the initiative, too. This was different.

"next time."

She patted Manuel's shoulder, signaling him to put her and the others down.

Inside the room, packages fell dully onto the table, accompanied by the sounds of zippers and locks closing. The sentries were oiling and wiping their guns and counting their equipment.

Because of the accident last night, Karl decided to keep watch and clean the room. When he walked out, cold words filled his ears.

"Look, the three of them are having a tryst, and he doesn't even know about it." Seeing that he didn't react, the other party raised an eyebrow and said, "How considerate."

It was obviously a provocation. Karl would not be so stupid as to be irritated by such words and rush up to interfere with her relationship with others. He had status, but they had nothing.

His lack of response undoubtedly demonstrated his confidence, but instead added fuel to the fire, making the person involved even angrier and more chattering.

"That's enough, she's here."

A cold glance came over, hinting at a warning. Of course, he remained quiet, listening to the growing footsteps.

She peeped into the house and found that there were indeed quite a few people. She paused in packing and sat down on an unused chair. People soon gathered around her.

"Guide Shanshan, what are you doing outside so late?" someone asked knowingly.

"Take a walk. Have you packed your things? What time do you leave tomorrow morning?"

Everyone was talking and she couldn't hear a word clearly. There was only one word in her mind: noisy. She was used to it. That's how bird keepers are.

A hand was placed on her left shoulder, it was hot. Their body temperature was high and there was a cool breeze outside. Before she could see who it was, another hand was placed on her right shoulder. Someone brought her warm milk, wanting to keep her here to chat.

"Where is Carl? Has any of you seen him?"

Song Xiaoyu: "I haven't seen him all night."

No way, she was a little unsure. Before she could think about it, she placed her hand on the table and felt something coming in. It was a bird trying to get into the tiger's mouth, probably wanting to touch its head.

It was a matter of convenience, of course. If it touched someone, it would inevitably be pecked by other birds in secret. At least they didn't use their claws and didn't do anything too extreme, so she pretended not to see it.

Bruno: "Will you miss me afterward?"

"Of course," she had no doubt about it, "you, you are my friends, in this world." Even closer to family, who can be trusted and relied upon.

Bruno: "Give me something as a souvenir."

She looked around at everyone. They were all silent, obviously wanting it too. No problem. She stood up, pushed others aside, and took out a small plastic bag from the bedroom.

When the seal was opened, photos were scattered on the table. They were selfies in various poses, with pieces of paper between their fingers with their names and messages written on them, which were very conspicuous.

Everyone's is different. It's symbolic. The point is, it's not photoshopped. She wrote it herself.

She also drew patterns of each person's spirit body. After the war, she could find manufacturers to customize them and make them into souvenirs, such as cups and T-shirts.

A big hand covered a small photo, and with the palm closed, others could not see it. He kept it close to his body with a smile on his face, but he wanted to see other people's photos, but obviously, no one was willing to share.

"Can you come with us for a moment?"

A voice suddenly sounded, and the boiling conversation paused. Two people stood outside the crowd, Xia Guangli and Jie Yifei, who seemed to be looking for something. She nodded and followed them.

The door closed, separating the two sides.

She received the shoulder badges of the two teams again. Now she understood the meaning and accepted them without hesitation. This was considered formal acceptance, and she had made up her mind.

She looked down and saw the bedding on the ground. She thought of Karl and suddenly didn’t know what to say. He would sleep with her tonight.

Xie Yifei: "Don't worry about this." He said he would discipline the team members, treat him with due respect, and not say anything careless. She nodded, as if to agree.

After he left, they were left alone in the room. The man had a subtle expression, as if smiling but not laughing.

Xu Shanshan: "Why aren't you talking?"

She felt a little guilty, and recalling the day, she felt that he was a bit of a traitor. Fortunately, he was easy to coax and gave her a way out.

Xia Guangli: "It seems that accidents are becoming the norm."

"Yes," she admitted.

They were about to leave, and she could almost foresee herself waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares filled with death. She wanted nothing more than to leave no regrets.

Before she could finish her words, the lights suddenly went out, the man approached, held her hand, and the two of them leaned against each other, shoulder to shoulder.

Alarms were blaring everywhere, and she couldn't sleep well tonight. She searched for a flashlight, but couldn't see anything, only the sound of flying objects.

She raised the flashlight, and the light turned on for a moment, then the man took it and turned it off, but it was too late. The pollutants rushed towards the glass like raindrops.

She only heard one word, "Be careful," and she was shoved behind the table. The door opened, and the sounds around her became blurred. This was the reason why they had to end their vacation early.

The situation changed. She saw the dim power indicator light of the ghost, and the other party told her: This is just the vanguard, she must evacuate quickly, and the monsters are gathering.

She was leaving by helicopter, and they were going to support the others.

An hour later, she heard the deafening sound of the wings turning, but she couldn't leave quickly. The little mushroom was rooted in the ground, and it would take time to break the connection.

By the time she was ready, most of the people at the institute had already evacuated, but there was a helicopter that stayed for her, so it was safe for the time being, and many people were there.

Carl had a license, so she also climbed onto the seat and rose to mid-air. The fuselage tilted and crashed with a bang, burning fiercely. An accident happened.

Facing the ruins, Carl said he wanted to stay and let her go first, and he would come later. It was not until she rose to a high altitude, the dim light was lit, and she saw a dark shadow covering the mountain ridge that she understood what he meant.

As lightning and thunder roared in the sky and water drops fell on faces, the atmosphere in the team became heavy and the voice coming from the communicator became intermittent.

Their bodies kept spinning and tilting, they turned flexibly in the air, and their tail feathers drew a line, but the harassment was constant, and after being shot down, there were more replenishments, which was annoying.

With a sharp bird cry, they changed their formation, one person moved closer, and Xia Guangli made a decision.

After the last aerial handover, she left the peregrine falcon's back and landed gently on another feather, watching it turn around.

Many people were left behind. She wanted to look back, but her eyes were covered. “Please lower your head and stay close.”

"good."

Xia Guangli decided to stop and block the pollutants behind him. He took off and dived, mixed with the sound of gunfire, and killed them in one shot, but it was too much.

His elbow was aching. At the same time, a report came that an aerial battlefield had unfolded. What made him even more relieved was the news that she had left. Well done.

Sentinels are weapons of war, capable of withstanding the fiercest waves, from fierce attacks to sporadic charges.

He suddenly felt dizzy, his hands and feet lost strength, the wind was howling, his blood was rushing, he was spinning in the air, one of his wings was torn apart, and the feathers were flying.

Falling, falling, falling, like a meteor, hitting the earth.