Chapter 88 Guide 16
Lost in inexplicable anger and sorrow, which nearly affected his mental state, Luo Mang suppressed his restless spirit and got up to take a shower. At this moment, Wan Hong looked up and took in his solemn yet eager expression.
At that moment, for some inexplicable reason, Wan Hong guessed most of Luo Mang's thoughts.
For a moment, I just found it a little funny.
In the eyes of his noble-born captain, Lu Xuejin killed Chu Jianfeng under orders and was forced to do so, and felt extremely pained by it.
But the scene was clearly beautiful.
Wan Hong kept replaying the moment in his mind during the day and in his dreams. When he was exhausted from training and his mind went blank, that was the moment that flashed through his mind—Lu Xuejin turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes were indifferent and emotionless, and the cruel smile that disappeared for a moment was even more beautiful and breathtaking.
The commander was enjoying that moment.
As Wan Hong led Lu Xuejin away, he briefly glanced at Chu Jianfeng's corpse. It was riddled with wounds, its white bones entwined with crystalline objects, like a newly grown, twisted, and crooked withered tree that had been artificially propped up.
Its posture is peculiar, like a work of art.
Wan Hong guessed that his commander must be quite accomplished in painting.
For several days, the elite squad was not allowed to inquire about their superiors' affairs, and Luo Mang was always distracted. As soon as the quarantine period ended, he immediately applied to visit Lu Xuejin.
I took a special shower before leaving and styled my hair meticulously, making myself look like I was going to see my lover.
As soon as he left, He Cang curled his lip in mockery: "Flattery."
Wei Jing chuckled, "Don't say that, the captain is just concerned about the commander."
They applied as well, but were rejected. They were all subordinates of the commander, so there was no need to favor one over the other. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that Romang's connections had pulled strings.
Wan Hong closed his eyes, not joining the conversation. In his eyes, Luo Mang, whose eyes were full of joy, was like a moth drawn to a flame, probably intoxicated by the thrill of rescuing a beauty in distress, unaware of the danger of the flame, that one wrong step would engulf him, burning him to ashes.
After the last test, Luo Mang discovered that Lu Xuejin might not like to chat with them because of the difference in rank, but when it came to the team members' situation, she naturally paid close attention because of her responsibilities.
The commander's rest did not delay the elite squad's non-stop rush to the next battlefield. In the past few days, Romang had already led the team to complete two battlefield-cutting missions on his own. The progress of the missions and the changes in the team members' physical and mental state were excellent topics of conversation.
The specially purchased fruit basket sat unnoticed by the bedside. The guide, with a creamy-white pillow behind his back, leaned gently against the white wall; his entire demeanor was understated. He listened attentively to Romang's report, occasionally asking targeted questions, clearly showing concern for each team member.
"You did a great job, thank you for your hard work." Lu Xuejin's eyes were like the sea after a wind-washed surface, so deep that they could drown a person.
The usually meticulous and seemingly invincible officer wrinkled his nose and complained, saying, "He's perfectly healthy, yet he insists on keeping me here. I could be resting these days and providing mental support to the sentries."
“By the way, speaking of guidance,” Luo Mang’s back tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and he heard Lu Xuejin ask gently, “Your current state should be nearing its limit. Shall I help you clean up the mess in the picture?”
Under his gaze, Romans was utterly unable to resist.
Gentle strands of spiritual energy spread out, and Luo Mang could clearly feel the warm, soft protrusions approaching his mental barrier. Before Lu Xuejin could soothe and gently pry them open, the worthless sentry swung its gates wide open, revealing a leopard waiting at the entrance, its ears perked up alertly, its vertical pupils constricting even more. It sat upright with its backs together, appearing quite reserved, but as soon as Lu Xuejin tried to touch its fur, the enormous creature immediately collapsed, its growling sound like an engine.
"..." Among the sentries that Lu Xuejin had comforted, there were few as impatient as him.
"..." Luo Mang's ears turned slightly red.
Dongyao's scathing comment: [Perhaps it's a display of suppressed emotions.]
This was the first time Roman had received spiritual guidance from his guide.
It sounds unbelievable, but as the son of a senator, he could easily get a spot on the psychiatric roster if he wanted to. Yet, Román has always resisted psychiatric guidance and rarely even uses synthetic psychiatric hormones. Enduring the pain for so long has become a habit.
The worst thing about this ascetic, self-torturing lifestyle is giving up halfway, because once you give up, you quickly fall into addiction. The pleasurable sensations experienced after being enveloped by the guide's spiritual power are the hardest addictions to break for sentinels who are usually troubled by their highly developed senses.
Roman gradually lost himself in this unspeakable, self-destructive pleasure.
But if it's Lu Xuejin...
The only sounds in the empty landscape were soft footsteps and the pattering of feline paws.
The leopard paced back and forth at Lu Xuejin's feet, rubbing against her ankles, its thick tail thumping restlessly on the ground, making a whooshing sound like a long whip. It lay down, rolled over, and exposed its soft, vulnerable parts to Lu Xuejin without reservation, begging for caresses.
The guide glanced at it indifferently, unmoved, and only sparingly kicked it with his foot amidst the leopard's disgruntled roars.
The image of this sentry is as boring as the man himself.
Lu Xuejin turned away listlessly, and only when the sentry's eyes regained their clarity did her smile return to her face.
"Alright, go back and get a good night's sleep, and try to avoid overworking your mental energy."
Luo Mang returned to the dormitory with a beaming smile, his chin held back with a reserved air, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile that seemed merely habitual. But having been on missions with the young master for so long, the others had more or less come to know his personality. Wei Jing gestured towards He Cang with his chin, as if to say: Look at him, his face is practically splitting open with a grin.
The dog's nose caught a whiff of faint guide essence hanging on the sentry's shoulder, and it said with a hint of jealousy, "Well, Captain, you're secretly going to the commander for guidance, aren't you?"
Roman said calmly, "It's just the commander's concern for me."
He turned away to tidy the empty desk. Wei Jing pursed his lips, silently mimicking: Just...concern.
When Luo Mang turned back, he immediately resumed his憨笑 (simple and honest smile). Luo Mang didn't care about the two A-level soldiers' flirtatious exchanges. His gaze swept over the other S-level sentinel who was sitting back in a wooden chair, lost in thought. Perhaps because Wan Hong knew Lu Xuejin before everyone else, he couldn't help but pay attention to this low-born, taciturn team member.
The previous use of the guide hormone preparation made him feel even more disgusted with Wan Hong.
Therefore, when he was favored by the commander and was in high spirits and proud, the instinctive competitive desire between men prompted him to show off to the "losers".
"Besides, Wan Hong also received counseling, even earlier than me."
After he finished speaking, Luo Mang himself was surprised by the tension in his words.
Wan Hong felt completely baffled.
Is it difficult to accept Lu Xuejin's guidance?
That afternoon, he appeared in Lu Xuejin's office.
The door was locked.
Behind the desk is a small lounge with a spacious and soft sofa and tightly drawn curtains, creating a semi-enclosed space that makes one feel drowsy.
When Wan Hong held her, he felt as soft as if he were holding a light, floating cloud. His back arched against the wall, his messy hair brushing against his neck, and his large hands pressed against Lu Xuejin's thin back, stroking it gently, one stroke at a time.
The guide's long, powerful legs were draped on either side, beneath which lay the sentry's taut, thick thigh muscles. The two faced each other, their foreheads almost touching. Pheromones wafted around them with their constantly exchanging breaths, making Wan Hong's Adam's apple bob in pleasure. He couldn't help but want to hug Lu Xuejin even tighter.
The guide grabbed his hair and gave it a light tug, a punitive gesture.
Even when a highly compatible Sentinel and Guide are simply in the same space, their glands will subconsciously secrete pheromones. A face-to-face embrace, an extremely intimate gesture, further intertwines their mental threads, allowing their respective mental damage to heal more quickly.
From their initial handshake to their current open embrace, Lu Xuejin and Wan Hong have never discussed how to define their relationship. They simply seek each other's comfort and happiness instinctively, avoiding the White Tower's surveillance.
The sentry was as hot as a blazing furnace. Lu Xuejin squinted, lazily ran her fingers through his hair, and then her spiritual energy seeped into him.
Last time, Lu Xuejin swept across all the scenes of the preparatory course equally, without delving into Wan Hong's inner world.
The area surrounding Wan Hong's landscape was a cluster of buildings with a classical yet eclectic style. Lu Xuejin caught a glimpse of many familiar buildings, many of which were in the style of the imperial border.
The city was silent, but the core area inside was shrouded in a dark, swirling fog that even his mental energy could not easily penetrate.
Lu Xuejin was even more excited and swept up the rest of the trash before leaving.
He asked jokingly, "What's inside? My husband isn't hiding something from me, is he?"
Dong Yao's reply was unusually firm: "Baby, don't overthink it. Silent loves you terribly. But I don't know what's inside either. The novel doesn't mention it, only that you cleared the obstacles in the male protagonist's mental landscape before you died, allowing him to become the leader of humanity."
It actually had another guess, but kept it to itself.
—What I'm hiding is probably the fact that even if I lose my memory, I don't want you to know what I am.
Lu Xuejin pinched Wan Hong's bright red earlobe, tugged it, and whispered, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you have anyone check on you in the tower?"
Such a severe deformity could easily be classified as a disability, but Wan Hong not only successfully graduated from the Black Tower but was also assigned to the frontier, seemingly unaffected by the image problem.
Wan Hongdao said, "Maybe it's because I grew up surrounded by pollution? There's a theory that the continuous radiation emitted by pollutants can cause changes in the landscape. The tower doesn't care."
Lu Xuejin looked at him: "Was it like this from the beginning?"
Wan Hong nodded, saying helplessly, "Awakening looks like this, I can't even get in, I don't know what's inside."
He didn't seem worried at all about the flaws that ordinary people would be anxious about, looking down at Lu Xuejin with a faint smile in his eyes.
With an exceptionally innocent expression, her demeanor was much more lively than when she was in the team, and she became more talkative.
"Commander, please help me."
Lu Xuejin narrowed her eyes, feeling as if she were being deliberately seduced by her prey.
"Where is your spirit body?" he asked again.
In the picture, he did not see a single living creature.
"..." Wan Hong was silent for a moment before saying, "It's a bit unusual."
This is how the spirit form, which had not appeared until now, was summoned.
It was the size of a palm, shaped like a tiny person, but its face was covered in a liquid that flowed and dripped down like cement.
This thing had a rectangular, dark-colored object on its back, which, judging from its shape and the patterns on it, looked like a coffin.
The moment she saw it, Lu Xuejin's pupils contracted very briefly and subtly.
"...How could Black Tower dare to let you out when you're so strange?"
Wan Hong hugged Lu Xuejin tightly, took a deep breath, and a joyful expression appeared on his face. "You don't have a spiritual body, and my spiritual body is deformed, which is equivalent to not having one. How well-matched we are!"
Lu Xuejin raised her eyes coolly and slapped the sentry's face with her palm.
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