Chapter 40 Skin Hunger and Pheromone Dependence
The spiritual body of blue peacock beside him raised its long, beautiful neck.
It didn't care about the gazes of the people around it at all. It shook its colorful feathers, spread them out in the sunlight, and opened its tail to thousands of branches.
The naked courtship message made Bo Lan's spiritual form, the brown wolf, suddenly appear.
All the fur on its body stood up in disarray, its strong body blocked Qianzhi's way, and its tail wrapped around Qianzhi's calves possessively.
If it weren't for his gentle image around Qianzhi, his spirit body might have already jumped to the peacock and bit its feathers.
"Please be mindful of your demeanor and status, Admiral Gwen."
Bo Lan gritted his teeth, forcing every word he spoke out fiercely from between his teeth, and a low lingering sound like a wolf's territory being invaded came from his throat.
Qianzhi covered her nose at the spicy chocolate smell emanating from Bo Lan and the sweet chestnut roast chicken smell from Xiweier.
The taste is mixed.
"Ahem," she leaned closer to Bo Lan, "I have no interest in doing this to you, Admiral Gwen."
The rejected man seemed to have anticipated her reaction and smiled slightly:
"So what are you looking for in the library, Chizhi? The owner of the Gwen Family Library is willing to serve you."
"Are you the owner of the library?" Qianzhi was a little surprised, because Xiweier looked like a sloppy young man, which didn't fit in with the quaint and heavy bookstore.
"Not only am I the owner, but I also know the contents of every ancient book. Qianzhi, your reaction really makes me sad."
Sylvie secretly moved his body towards Qianzhi, but was secretly pushed away by Bo Lan with his shoulder.
Qianzhi didn't notice the secret fight between them, but was thinking seriously.
"I need to know about 'Originator.'" She whispered the word.
Xiweier's expression hardened, and his dandy vibe instantly faded: "It's been a long time since I mentioned this word."
Or perhaps the former empire deliberately wanted to eliminate this word.
He took Qianzhi and Bo Lan to the top floor of the palace where the books were stored.
The huge room was locked with several layers of locks. Sylvie took out several books covered in black leather from the inside of the box.
"Nowadays, only these few books record the events of the ancestors. They may be destroyed in the future."
"Why is the empire so resistant to the ancestor?" Qianzhi was very confused. The ancestor's name sounded like an interstellar pioneer, and should be a very important part of history.
"That's because, of course, the 'Originator' is not a complete human being." Sylvie's words shocked Qianzhi.
Seville projected the contents of the black book onto the electronic screen.
"In the distant past, it was the 'Originator' who extracted his own power and scattered it across the stars, because humans at that time were extremely fragile."
"In order to keep humans alive, the First Ancestor buried the souls of animals and plants within the human soul, thereby strengthening humanity's ability to survive."
"So the original humans didn't have spiritual bodies?" Bo Lan frowned.
Even ordinary humans who are not sentinels and guides now have faint spiritual images as reinforcement to protect themselves.
How would humans survive in that era when the Zerg and alien races were rampant?
"So people once respectfully called that sacrificed creature 'the Progenitor.' After all, it already looked very much like a human."
"He, or they are all dead?" Qianzhi stared at the blurry words on the record.
Xiweier was silent for a moment before answering.
"The ancient trees in the palace are considered relics, but after thousands of years, their consciousness has long since vanished into nothingness."
"So it's the Empire's Divine Envoy Ceremony," Chizhi murmured.
"It's to find something from the ancient tree that can break the curse of spiritual pollution." Sylvie said.
"curse?"
"Yes, the Empire once called pollution a curse, but now it avoids it. Of course, in the current era of Roland, it is more about finding a suitable betrothal partner for his son Theo."
"Then why didn't the empire tell us about the ancestor?" Bo Lan suddenly understood halfway through his words.
"Because humans don't need to know whether their savior is a human creature." The girl took over his words.
The dim light enveloped her fluttering eyelashes, and a dim light flashed across her deep green eyes.
At this moment, Bo Lan suddenly felt that his little master was inhumanly indifferent.
Private hospital.
The pheromone smell of the man in front of him was too complex and dangerous, and his identity was so special that the doctor almost lost the courage to look up and tell him the diagnosis.
"Speak." The man's voice was dry and sexy, so that the doctor's heart beat faster.
The doctor raised his head cautiously and glanced at the golden-haired man over his mask.
Theo's breathing was visibly rapid, and sticky sweat flowed down from his fluffy blond hair, soaking his collar.
The narrow peach blossom eyes were hazily narrowed, rippling with watery light, the corners of the eyes were slightly red, and even the lips were glowing with a bright color.
The doctor was glad that he was still wearing an isolation mask, otherwise the pheromone smell in the room would definitely make him dizzy.
"First of all, congratulations to His Royal Highness. Your pheromone insensitivity has been cured."
The doctor was clutching the diagnosis, but his expression was not very good.
"Healed?" Theo snorted coldly, curling and clenching his fingers, as if expecting someone to hold them tightly.
“However,” the doctor weighed his words, “because your previous pheromones were completely suppressed, you can’t sense the guide.
Now, the disappearance of the insensitivity symptoms will cause the pheromones that were previously suppressed to rebound on a large scale."
“Simply put, you now have a new symptom
Targeted skin hunger and pheromone addiction."
The man glared at him with murderous eyes, and the doctor shrank his neck.
"Of course, this symptom is not serious, or it may be triggered only when encountering certain people."
"Can you think about whether you have encountered any guides recently that made you feel hungry and dependent?"
Of course Theo knew who the guide was.
Because the gloves she had touched were still tightly held in his palm, like some kind of tranquilizer, but more like a catalyst.
He missed her scent endlessly and recalled her expression and appearance over and over again.
He hated the fact that his perceptions were so vivid that even the briefest sensations of touch were magnified infinitely, causing him to float endlessly in a sea of hungry desire.
Wanted her taste, wanted to be marked by her.
Theo gritted his teeth and tried to think of other things, but it was no use.
This feeling of being unable to relieve his mania was like trapping him in a narrow, suffocating space, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
The doctor observed the detector showing the increasing concentration of Theo's pheromone and asked tentatively:
"Perhaps you would consider breaking free from your inner grievances and accepting the guide's soothing care?"
The handsome man did not answer him, but just held the piece of thin cloth in his hand and kept rubbing it.
He held the small optical computer in his other hand and had to lower his head to look at the communicator every few seconds.
"How about this, I'll give you an injection of an inhibitor first, at least to relieve your current—"
The doctor had just said half of his words when he saw Theo's golden eyes light up instantly when he saw the message from the optical brain.
The man jumped up from the sofa like a nimble lion and ran out of the treatment room.
(End of this chapter)
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