Chapter 73 Midnight Haunter (Catching Bugs) Boiling Frog in Warm Water
Uptown, 4:21.
It was early morning, and the third underground floor of the White Tower had already fallen into a perpetual silence. Designed as a rest area specifically for high-sensitivity sentries, the soundproofing here was sufficient to block out the sound of a heartbeat from ten meters away.
Therefore, in this extreme silence, the dark figure outside the door and the breathing sound of "Him" seemed particularly abrupt in Kuang Jing's perception.
Faced with this bizarre scene, Kuang Jing's amber eyes instantly became incredibly clear. But he made no sound, remaining calm and pretending to sleep while he quietly aimed the muzzle of his gun at the figure's heart.
However, just as he moved, a bony hand suddenly stretched out from under the sofa without warning and accurately grasped the cold gun barrel.
The skull knuckles glowed with a delicate luster like white jade under the red light emitted by the terminal, just like the enchanting ghost emerging from the painted skin in the story, emitting a hazy and eerie aura.
Seeing this, Kuang Jing's eyes suddenly darkened. He grabbed the cold hand bone with his backhand, then pulled hard, dragging the unknown creature out of the darkness.
Then, a familiar gentle face suddenly appeared before him——
The creature in his hand possessed a pair of ochre-red eyes that still shone brightly in the darkness. Even though its body had lost more than half of its flesh and blood, it still couldn't conceal the superiority of its skin.
At this moment, He was naked, lying rather meekly beside the sentry's legs, letting the cold weapon press against His cheek. The "unforgettable" curve at the corner of His mouth made Kuang Jing feel dazed. He couldn't even tell if He was still dreaming...
Seeing this, the man leaning against the door watching the show finally couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.
"Hello again, Sentinel."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bony hand came in with a faint fragrance.
Feng Langxi first stared at Kuang Jing's expressionless face with interest for a few seconds, and then slowly glanced at his own spirit body lying on the ground.
"It seems that Tai Sui really likes you..."
He deliberately dragged out the last syllable and sighed helplessly. The slender shadow under his feet was silently approaching the room along with its owner's slow and leisurely steps.
With a crisp "click," the light was turned on. The dark mirror chain swayed gently beside his ear as the guide raised his hand to flip the ceiling light switch, making a tiny crackling sound.
"Bite, tail, snake?" In the soft light, Feng Langxi carefully enunciated each word, his pupils behind his thin-framed glasses curved into bright crescents under the reflective lenses. "I never thought... you're the good dog the White Pagoda sent me."
"I'm not a dog." Kuang Jing responded calmly to the two uninvited "guests." He didn't stand up, but simply grabbed the blanket beside him and completely wrapped the overly "exposed" spirit on the ground. Then he raised his gun again, "Get out. It's still time to rest, Mr. Rou Lingzhi—"
"Tsk, such a calm reaction, really boring..."
Looking at Kuang Jing's cold and businesslike appearance, Feng Langxi sighed and shook his head, but he had no intention of taking a step back. Instead, he paced back and forth in the living room, seemingly not caring at all about the weapon that was always pointed at him.
"I've been thinking about coming here to help you. I heard that your spirit body hasn't awakened yet?"
When Feng Langxi slowly turned to Kuang Jing's side, his voice suddenly became unusually soft, like a whisper.
"Alas, poor little snake! The White Tower's attack was too reckless..."
The guide's words carried a hint of pity, yet also an indescribable allure. His footsteps were light and silent, like a cat waiting for its prey, quietly closing the distance between them.
Hearing this, Kuang Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if pricked by something. But he remained silent and did not move his hands.
Feng Lang caught a glimpse of the sentry's drooping white eyelashes, paused while washing his feet, and couldn't help but smile more wildly on his face.
He suddenly supported the back of the sofa with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and his brown hair fell gently with the movement, suddenly brushing against Kuang Jing's honey-colored earlobe.
"Now it seems that you might as well have accepted my 'invitation to eat'..." Feng Langxi stroked the worn lines on the sofa inch by inch with his fingers. He narrowed his eyes, and the regret in his tone came from the bottom of his heart.
"Anyway, the worst-case scenario is just damage to your spirit, which is no different from what you have now. Maybe, like those defective Sentinels who failed to evolve, you can turn a disaster into a blessing and retire early—"
"Sir!" Upon hearing this, Kuang Jing, who had remained calm all this time, finally couldn't help but suddenly raised his head.
Under the light, his eyes were surprisingly bright, an angry flush quickly appeared on his chocolate-colored skin, and his tense muscles rose and fell violently under the thin vest with his rapid breathing.
"Please be careful with your words," Kuang Jing's voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "Those twelve sentinels are living people of flesh and blood! No matter what kind of deal the White Tower made with you, they are ultimately innocent victims of profit. I hope you can maintain the minimum respect for the victims."
After saying this, the sentry turned his head away from the mirror chain that almost touched his lips. He clenched his fists, stared into Feng Langxi's eyes, and continued word by word:
"Thank you for your concern, but no need, please leave early."
"Don't worry, I will start the mission on time at six o'clock and will definitely not let down the White Tower and your expectations."
Looking at Kuang Jing's furious yet meticulously restrained expression, Feng Langxi felt the gunshot wound on his chest become hot again, and a tingling pain climbed up his spine, which inexplicably made him tremble.
The White Tower should be shown the most perfect hound they have ever bred—
He bit the tip of his tongue hard to hold back the sneer that was about to escape his throat, and even his teeth were trembling slightly with excitement.
Compassionate, upright, even his mental fluctuations when angry were controlled so... politely.
"You have such a high level of tolerance for me... Let me guess, how was I introduced during the White Tower mission?"
Suddenly, Kuang Jing noticed that Feng Langxi's voice seemed to become brisk and rapid, with an almost provocative ambiguity. He seemed inexplicably excited, and his body language became more exaggerated.
"Is it a confidential object that must be treated with great care? An extremely dangerous mad guide? Or..." Feng Langxi suddenly leaned down, his cold glasses almost touching Kuang Jing's cheekbones, "Your future owner?"
"Hmm!" Before he finished speaking, Kuang Jing's body trembled suddenly. He felt that his originally solid mental barrier was like the shell of a boiled egg, being peeled off piece by piece along the weak points.
In an instant, all the noisy and complex information around him came flooding in like a flood, completely engulfing his perception:
The dense dust in the air tumbled across my retina; the roar of blood rushing in my ears was as deafening as thunder; sticky saliva with a bitter taste of rust continued to grow in my mouth; the rough fabric beneath me rubbed against my skin repeatedly, and every fiber felt like a thorn, causing an indescribable itch...
These details that Kuang Jing used to be accustomed to now cut his senses like sharp blades that penetrated every pore, causing him to grit his teeth and almost cry out in pain, but also making his dazzling golden eyes shine even brighter after being tempered by the fierce fire.
[Warning! Host, your current behavior is dishonorable! As Long Aotian, we must act uprightly—]
Listening to the noisy electronic sound in his head, Feng Langxi suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the shadow cast by his long eyelashes covered the malice that was growing wildly in his eyes.
But he didn't know what he was thinking about, and he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and seemed to restrain his attack with fear.
Seeing this, 030 breathed a sigh of relief. But at this moment, Kuang Jing suddenly noticed a strange fragrance quietly spreading around him, gently holding back his mental picture that was on the verge of breaking.
In the blink of an eye, an invisible warm current swallowed up the sentry's tense five senses like a frog in boiling water, and then an unprecedented crazy pleasure spread throughout his body!
Under the absolute control of his emotions, Kuang Jing felt that every pore of his body was moaning and expanding actively. Even his fingertips were numb and he had lost his strength. He could hardly pull the trigger in his hand!
No... Kuang Jing thought drowsily. He instinctively lowered his head and tried to wake up by biting the tip of his tongue, but he only felt his relaxed tongue gradually slipping out of his mouth uncontrollably.
The trembling metal of the gun in his hand and the cold sweat on his palm caused a subtle static electricity. In a trance, Kuang Jing saw Tai Sui, who had been lying quietly at his feet, slightly turned his seductive face away, and the fingers made of white bones gently grasped his wrist.
"despair."
Under Kuang Jing's gaze, he lowered his head softly and gently took the cold gun barrel into his mouth. The moment his lips touched the metal, an almost inaudible sound was heard.
Then, this strange half-human, half-skeleton creature slowly squeezed in between Kuang Jing's legs on its knees. Its naked body formed a cage of flesh and blood, and the sofa and wall behind it also made it impossible to escape.
All the abnormal sensory impacts completely overwhelmed Kuang Jing's rationality. The moment his five fingers clenched together, the warm and sticky touch penetrated into his bones along the sentry's palm lines, almost making him dizzy.
And above the head, the pair of ochre eyes that were exactly the same as Tai Sui's were also staring at him without blinking, and the squinted pupils behind the lenses glowed with an eerie color under the light.
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Looking at Kuang Jing's unfocused pupils and trembling Adam's apple, Feng Langxi asked with pretended concern, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice.
At the same time, the tip of his nose was almost touching Kuang Jing's forehead, and his warm breath gently brushed across the sweaty skin, triggering an uncontrollable shudder.
Seeing this, Feng Langxi could no longer hide his distorted expression.
He laughed so hard that he almost fell down. The slender mirror chain swayed wildly with his movements, casting tiny spots of light in Kuang Jing's unfocused pupils.
“Hahahaha! Alright, alright…”
After a long while, Feng Langxi finally decided to restrain himself.
His shoulders were still shaking uncontrollably, but he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips with great restraint, and then looked down at his prey in a condescending manner.
The bony hand hung in the air, with a hint of frivolous temptation, as if teasing:
"Now, let me see if the puppy can learn to lick his master's hand—"
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