Chapter 75: Sharing the same bed (Catching bugs) Clothes come to you, food comes to you...
White Pagoda, seventeen stories.
In the silent room, gentle warm light silently fills every corner, like a layer of gauze woven from sunlight, gently enveloping the entire space.
The light makes the protruding edges of the sound-absorbing walls appear unusually soft, and the gentle hum of the machinery and the white noise flowing slowly through the house combine to create an excellent place for self-cultivation.
This was the second time Feng Langxi had been lying in bed receiving treatment. The difference from the last time was that this time, he was no longer surrounded by the cold restraint ring of the White Tower, but the most gentle and efficient new type of treatment device.
Zhang Lang stood in front of the small glass window in the observation area, his gaze fixed on Feng Langxi. After repeatedly confirming that the data on the monitoring screen was still steadily ticking, he finally let out a breath, his shoulders slumping slightly.
——Fortunately, nothing happened to this big Buddha.
However, just as he was about to relax, a strong smell of blood suddenly reached his nose. It wasn't the well-processed blood smell in the silent room, but rather the stench of the murderous figure at the door.
Kuang Jing stood there quietly, like a silent statue.
The sentry's entire body was stained with dark brown blood, and clots of blood were peeling off his skin as new tissue emerged. His arms hung at his sides, his knuckles twitching slightly unnaturally, clearly undergoing a self-repair process unbearable for ordinary people.
But even so, Kuang Jing's figure remained upright, his breathing was so steady that it almost stopped, and even the trembling was forcibly suppressed by him under every inch of tense muscles.
Zhang Lang's gaze lingered for a moment on the student he had personally trained. His voice was low and serious:
"You should be thankful he's alright. Otherwise, it wouldn't be me standing here now, but the scavengers from the Inquisition."
Hearing this, Kuang Jing didn't respond at all. Even the trembling of his eyelashes was almost non-existent. He just stood silently at the door, like a shadow nailed there.
Seeing this, Zhang Lang's voice suddenly softened a little, with a hint of imperceptible complex emotions:
"Kid, you are the only Sentinel who can remain sane under his mental control. Do you know what this means?
"I don't need to explain how important this man and his research are to the White Tower. There are countless eyes watching us from the Upper City alone... Confronting him head-on will do you no good."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh heavily. Deep wrinkles appeared between his brows, and he seemed to have aged several years in an instant.
"This mission has always been about more than just the life and death of you two. Even for..." Zhang Lang's eyes flickered as he thought of something. He suddenly reached out and pressed his calloused palm heavily on Kuang Jing's shoulder. "For the sake of those retired sentries who will never come back, you should also understand that the only thing you have to do now is to obey his orders."
This action caused the air between the two of them to stagnate slightly. Kuang Jing's muscles seemed to suddenly tense up at a certain moment, but he quickly forced himself to relax.
Zhang Lang was keenly aware of this restraint, and a stiff arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I know this gentleman isn't easy to get along with, but having an S-rank guide will definitely be beneficial to your spiritual recovery. It's best to be patient..."
Having said this, Zhang Lang slowly withdrew his hand.
He turned around decisively without looking back. The delicate and intricate patterns on his uniform looked even colder under the light.
"Okay, ten minutes to tend to your injuries. After all, from today on, you and the 'Meat Ganoderma' will have a symbiotic relationship.
"Don't let me down—
"Ouroboros."
Hearing this familiar name, Kuang Jing finally took action. He raised his head inch by inch, his eyes calm and deep, with a kind of detached numbness, like a pool of stagnant water.
The sentry nodded slightly and responded in a low and hoarse voice:
"Yes, sir."
As he spoke, his fingers rolled heavily over the blood scabs on his palms, making a small, crisp sound. The light stretched his shadow very, very long...
[Drip—Follower +1.]
In the silent room, the mechanical voice of 030 suddenly rang out in the space of consciousness, and the ending note carried a kind of almost flattering praise:
[Host, you're truly a master of prediction! I never imagined this sentinel would be taken down so easily. I thought he'd be a tough nut to crack... Ah, I definitely don't mean to call you a dog—]
Listening to the incessant chatter of the system, Feng Langxi, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, maintained a polite smile. But for some reason, when he thought of those sharp golden eyes, he felt inexplicably irritated.
Oh, are you just going to listen to Bai Ta?
Catching the familiar spiritual fluctuations outside the door, he couldn't help but lick the canine teeth with the tip of his tongue, only to feel an indescribable itch climbing up along his spine bit by bit.
That's really... annoying.
…
Half a month later.
When Kuang Jing's biological clock woke him up from his sleep at 5:00 AM, before he even opened his eyes, his body had already sensed the absurdity of his current situation.
A piece of white finger bone was stuck precisely in his carotid artery, and his left shoulder was almost stuck in Tai Sui's cracked chest.
The inhuman body beside him was like a strange marble statue. The chilling coldness penetrated through the thin fabric of his pajamas and penetrated his flesh and blood, freezing Kuang Jing's nerves almost numb.
At the same time, he could clearly feel the convex curve of the other person's ribs. If he was not careful, those sharp bone spurs might accidentally cut his skin.
But this was not the most difficult problem, because in addition to this, Kuang Jing's right half of the body was also tightly pressed down by someone, leaving him in a dilemma.
As a "guest" who occupied the host's nest, Feng Langxi had no awareness of leaving space for the host - this guide, who had a very bad sleeping posture, was like a koala, with his hands and feet wrapped around Kuang Jing, almost pushing him to the edge of the bed.
The other person's hands and feet were unceremoniously placed across his waist and abdomen. The hem of his robe had been rolled up to his thighs at some point, revealing the pale skin underneath that was covered in seams.
The dark brown hair spread unrestrainedly on Kuang Jing's chest, a few strands even got into his collar and gently scratched his collarbone with his breathing.
Faced with this offensive and ambiguous entanglement, Kuang Jing's heartbeat did not change at all. He seemed to have long been accustomed to the unreasonable behavior of this gentleman, and seemed to be turning a blind eye and letting it go.
At this moment, this standard-sized double bed seemed so cramped. Kuang Jing moved his fingers tentatively, and as expected, he found that he had no room to move at all.
[Tamarind Kyoko——]
After confirming that he could not escape without external help, the sentry called out softly in his mental image, and immediately felt a slight cool touch on his forehead.
A small silver snake, two fingers thick, snaked out from the void and rubbed his nose with its head affectionately.
Yu Jingzi fluffed out her tongue, her watery red eyes gleaming faintly in the dim bedroom. Then, without needing any instructions, she quietly and silently swam towards the crevice in Tai Sui's chest.
The small snake's fine scales slid gently between the bone joints, cleverly separating the sharp bone stumps, like a layer of soft armor, and gradually freed its owner's left shoulder from being stuck in it.
At the moment of "regaining new life", Kuang Jing breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.
He first moved his somewhat stiff left hand, and then skillfully moved the broken finger bone on his neck, the heavy arm across his chest, and the restless leg one by one.
Kuang Jing bent his knees and pressed against the most sensitive soft flesh on the inside of Feng Langxi's thigh - the strength had to be just right, too light would make it tighter, too heavy would wake up this "Sleeping Beauty" who was in a bad mood when she woke up. The moment the other party retreated, he quickly stuffed in a spare pillow, and was able to get away successfully.
During the entire process, every movement of the sentry was precise and accurate, so fast that not even a single hair of Feng Lang was disturbed.
So, a new day began.
“Bang—”
When the bell of the White Tower rang for the sixth time, a rustling sound was finally heard on the bed in the bedroom.
Feng Langxi turned over restlessly like a disturbed cat, and his soft, slightly curly brown hair became more and more messy with his movements.
Under the sudden light, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he had no intention of getting up. Instead, he frowned and buried his face deeper into the pillow.
Seeing this, an almost inaudible sigh seemed to be heard in the air, and then a steady hand gently pulled him out from under the quilt.
Kuang Jing silently took out the clothes that had been prepared long ago, and patiently helped Feng Lang wash and change them one by one. His movements were so standard as if he was taking care of a seriously ill patient who could not take care of himself.
He helped her put on clothes, shoes, and wash... In the end, he even half-supported and half-carried her to the dining table.
"It's time to eat. Today's fried eggs are runny."
After Kuang Jing had put his glasses back firmly on his nose, Feng Langxi yawned slowly. He opened his eyes and began to enjoy the delicious breakfast on the plate.
[Host, is this really okay...]
Looking at Feng Langxi sitting lazily on the chair while the sentry combed his hair, 030's worldview began to waver. He said with great difficulty:
[You...are you trying to kill yourself with laziness?]
"What? This also violates Long Aotian's code of conduct?" Hearing this, Feng Langxi narrowed his eyes slightly. He slowly chewed the perfectly cooked fried egg, a faint dark light flickering in his eyes. "I didn't use my mental power this time, nor did I hold a knife to his neck."
After saying this, he smiled and glanced at the tall figure running to the kitchen to busy himself:
[Besides, maybe he's just naturally caring? Does that count as helping him?]
...Well, he was born to like finding a living ancestor for himself!
The system secretly complained a few words, but looking at the follower value on the task panel that did not move at all, and then looking at the white-haired sentinel who was being ordered around but still had a normal expression, it suddenly felt that the world had become more and more magical.
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