Chapter 137 She Says She Likes
"You-how could you know!" Aaron paused.
"Of course I know," Qianzhi re-extended the vine into the guide's forehead and closed his eyes. "A guide's mental image is much more stable than a sentinel's, so if you want to disrupt or interfere, you must leave enough emotional traces."
The guide suddenly became distorted at this time, and I'm afraid the federal team cannot escape blame.
Bo Lan glanced at Aaron. The fat man didn't seem to be at all flustered by Qianzhi's words. Instead, he seemed extremely excited.
Could it be
He turned in Rand's direction. The tall, muscular man was whistling softly, leaning against the door, looking nonchalant and unconcerned.
So, who is it?
Bo Lan reached for the stun gun beside his thigh and observed secretly.
Qianzhi groped in the goat guide's disturbed mental picture, and finally smelled a strange skunk smell, a smell she had smelled before, and finally a hint of a smell that she was somewhat familiar with.
Aaron glanced at Rand with a sneer of contempt.
If the dodder guide could really detect it as she said, he would like to see if the orange-headed kid would still show the same calm and composed look as he does now.
He glanced at Qianzhi sideways again. No wonder Chief Inspector Rhodes wanted her so much. It turned out that her abilities were really as unfathomable as the rumors said. She could even deal with the guide's disturbed mental power.
If I could take her back when no one was paying attention.
"--skunk."
Qianzhi's voice interrupted Aaron's fantasy.
What? His eyes widened, skunk?
Isn't that the subordinate he is filming?
Isn't that right? He's clearly already determined to frame that orange-headed kid, Rand!
"How, how is it possible! How could it be me?! What evidence do you have?! Based on the one-sided statement of a guide from your country—"
The Skunk Sentinel was pinned to the ground by the Imperial soldiers, shouting in frustration.
"Evidence? Of course there is." Qianzhi followed the unpleasant smell of spiritual energy and found a few tufts of black and white hair on the guide's collar. "Does this count?"
That's the fur of the skunk's spirit body.
"Please don't slander our guide." Ian looked down at him, his leather boot pressing against the tip of the Skunk Sentinel's nose. He then showed Aaron the image on the screen. "Your subordinates came to Guide Gust's bedroom at one in the morning and disturbed his mind. The hidden camera recorded everything."
"How is this possible!" Aaron's thick lips trembled.
This subordinate of his was particularly skilled in mind control. He'd clearly reported to him this morning that he'd successfully controlled Rand and had ordered him to disrupt the goat's mental image! Why was his report completely different?!
unless
Unless he is controlled!
As soon as this thought came to mind, Aaron broke out in a cold sweat. No wonder this seemingly unreliable kid was the core backbone of Commander Lyon. He actually had the same talent as his subordinates!
Rand blew a rolled-tongued whistle at Aaron and shifted lazily.
The secret document from last night told him about Rhodes's intention to frame the commander, but he didn't expect that Rhodes's people would come up with such a bad idea, actually wanting to make trouble for the guide.
He also didn't expect that Xiao Qianzhi's ability was so strong that she could find the culprit without the evidence he deliberately provided.
Wait a moment.
Rand frowned, his eyes sweeping across the diplomatic team with varying expressions.
Rhode's intentions should not stop there. He would rather lose his subordinates than do anything else. Could it be that
But his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.
In his peripheral vision, the sentry pinned to the ground suddenly appeared with a black and white tail.
Rand's pupils suddenly shrank, and he pushed away the guards who were blocking him. With a sweep of his long legs, he kicked the skunk that was about to release the stench away.
The man's muscular thighs were so powerful that the skunk flew out, knocked down a pillar, and fell unconscious.
Seeing that the situation on the sentinel's side had stabilized, Qianzhi turned his attention back to the goat guide beside him. The vines penetrated deep into the damaged mental picture, slowly repairing the disturbed and broken scenes inside.
When she opened her eyes and came out of the mental image, she felt that Bo Lan next to her was blocking someone with his arm.
It's Noah.
The man's long black hair was braided and placed on one shoulder. His handsome and delicate face peeked out from Bo Lan's shoulder, looking in Qianzhi's direction with pleading eyes.
"Sir Qianzhi, I, I mean no harm. I just want to help you," Noah muttered, lowering his head and lowering his eyelashes, not looking into Bo Lan's eyes. "Your mental strength doesn't need to be damaged. I, I have a better way."
Bo Lan frowned. The man in front of him always gave him a selfish sense of crisis.
It was too delicate and pure, and the blood also had the smell that dodder liked, as if it was the natural nourishment that warmed dodder.
So he couldn't—
"Alan, he won't hurt me. Let Mr. Avery come over." Qianzhi keenly heard the message she wanted to hear from Noah's tone.
The brown wolf spirit body let out a small whimper of dissatisfaction. Bo Lan's fingers that were gripping Noah's collar first tightened fiercely, causing Noah to cough lightly, and then he was forced to slowly loosen his grip.
Without the obstruction of Bo Lan's tall figure, Noah's eyes sparkled as he looked at Qianzhi.
He knelt down beside Qianzhi and took out the bottle of medicine from his pocket as if he were presenting a treasure.
"This is 'Ningyue'," he said briefly, "I've developed the latest potion, the best for clearing the contamination of a guide's spiritual power."
"-Noah Avery, are you crazy? You sold federal secrets to the Empire like that!" Aaron roared from behind.
Noah turned his head towards Aaron, his crow-feather-black eyes flashing with determination.
"The issue of spiritual pollution by guides knows no national boundaries. Furthermore, some so-called 'secrets' should be made public; they originally belong to all of humanity."
"you--"
Noah's hand trembled as if threatened by Aaron's roar, but was immediately held by the girl next to him.
"Don't be afraid, Noah," she curled her eyes at him, "Noah speaks very well, I like listening to it very much."
The handsome man widened his eyes slightly at the girl's smile.
The slender, cold white finger bones carefully rubbed under the girl's fingertips, feeling her touch and warmth.
His larynx kept rolling strangely, as if he was suppressing some emotion that was gushing out.
He lowered his head again, hiding the dark smile that was almost impossible to hide.
She's saying "like".
She's saying "like"!
That was another word "he" had never heard.
As expected, the more "ordinary" a person is, the more likely he or she will catch her eye.
So of course Noah can't just be Noah.
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