Chapter 74 Soft and fufu little leopard cub
"Qianzhi Guide needs the infusion of Sentinel's spiritual power, or rather, the infusion of pheromones."
Ian's frown deepened.
"What needs to be done?" Theo interrupted.
"The guide has an inconspicuous gland on the back of her neck that requires temporary marking by the sentinel she marked."
Theo's throat rolled.
"But," the doctor hesitated, but finally spoke out, "During the pheromone induction experiment just now, Guide Qianzhi subconsciously rejected your pheromones, Your Highness."
He looked again at Lu Chenzhou, whose hands were wrapped in bandages, and the gloomy Bo Lan.
"That also includes General Bo and Doctor Lu."
"W-why?" Theo asked tremblingly.
"It's a signal reflected from the brain. It's hard to explain. If I had to explain it," the doctor thought for a moment. "It's probably a sign of lack of trust."
Bang. It was the loud noise of Bo Lan's spirit body hitting the wall.
Bo Lan could no longer feel the pain corroding his body, but the severe pain in his heart felt like it was pierced through, almost making him groan in pain.
He lost Qianzhi's trust.
She rejected his pheromones.
Lu Chenzhou closed his eyes.
A chill spread over his body and he felt like he was suffocating.
Ian looked coldly at the expressions of the two men and turned his head back.
"Do my pheromones meet Qianqian's needs?"
The doctor, under the pressure of three top sentinels, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"As an SS-level sentinel, you are the best candidate."
Theo stared at Ian's back with his scarlet eyes. The man's broad shoulders completely blocked his view, and he couldn't see any trace of the petite girl.
"Let me pass. How could Qianqian hate me?" He took a step towards the ward, but was blocked by Ian's arm.
"Your Highness, I am the one Qianqian needs. And you, please think carefully about it," he said with a cold expression, "whether you have made some wrong choices subconsciously."
Theo paused.
Ian turned around and walked into the door. From behind he heard the doctor's voice trying to comfort Theo.
"Of course, Your Highness's pheromones are not necessarily inappropriate. Because when a sentinel wants to enter the guide's mental image and inject pheromones, they need to obtain the guide's subconscious consent, so you..."
Ian closed the door gently and looked at the person on the bed.
The girl on the hospital bed was very small, her exposed wrists were slender and fragile, her face was pale and bloodless, and her long and thick eyelashes covered her eyelids, leaving a faint shadow.
Ian carefully lifted Qianzhi up and gently held her against his chest.
He parted Qianzhi's black hair and saw a narrow and shallow gap hidden at the back of her neck.
That's the guide's gland.
The man's nostrils flared.
It was the first time he was so close to Qianzhi's gland, which was filled with the faint fragrance of a young girl, the scent of green flowers.
The sharp teeth on either side of him were itching.
The man swallowed through his dry throat and slowly pressed his teeth forward.
The skin there is very soft, so soft that juice will overflow with the slightest touch.
He took several deep breaths before slowly biting down.
A little blood flowed out and was licked greedily by him.
The floral fragrance collides with the mint flavor, and is then swept and swallowed by the mint flavor.
His leopard ears suddenly stood up from his hair, and his fluffy tail wrapped around her waist, tightening little by little.
The usually serious marshal shed his ascetic exterior at this moment, and like a terrifying vampire, he sucked the girl's blood hungrily.
"Is it okay, Qianqian?" Ian murmured with his eyes closed.
He could feel his spirit carrying part of his consciousness, transforming into thin threads that drilled into Qianzhi's glands and landed in her mental picture.
Qianzhi transformed her hair into vines, hung herself on a big tree, and rested while dangling.
Then he lowered his head again and sighed.
Here is her mental picture.
Below is a barren and cracked land.
Even the big tree that he leans on can’t be saved.
She had misjudged her own mental power, causing it to drain too quickly, so quickly that her own space couldn't hold it anymore. She didn't know how long it would take to replenish it.
Moreover, she looked down and her expression became serious.
There was something else down there, a dark ghostly figure hiding in the shadows.
It seemed as if it was waiting for the tree to wither at any moment, waiting for the girl to fall from the branches, and then pounce on her and devour her.
She touched the tree, hoping it would last a little longer.
"Meow~" A sound came from the branches of the big tree.
It doesn't look like a cat, because the sounds it imitates are real, but a little forced.
And a little cute.
A black leopard cub poked its head out from the gap between the leaves and looked at Qianzhi with its head tilted as if shy.
Its pointed little ears drooped softly against its round head, making it look like a fat, chubby seal.
The short, chubby legs tried to cross the leaves, but ended up being tripped by a branch, and the pink nose hit the branch headfirst.
When it raised its head again, its azure cat eyes were filled with moisture, looking pitiful and watery.
It took two cautious steps toward her, as if afraid she might be frightened, and barked twice more.
"Woof. Woof?" It tilted its head, as if it finally realized that the sound of its barking was not right.
Qianzhi finally burst out laughing.
Although the black panther was small and soft, she could still tell that it was part of Ian's spiritual body.
Who would have thought that this cold and serious marshal would have such a contrasting cute side.
"Ian?" She held out her hand to the cub.
The little guy was picked up by the girl obediently.
The tentacles were soft, and the cub's still-furry fur pressed against her fingers.
Qianzhi couldn't help but stretch out her sinful hand and stroke the little guy on her knees.
She scratched the smooth, soft, warm fur on his back all the way down, passing through his warm chest and abdomen with a malicious intent.
The perfect muscle curvature and the soft yet firm touch make the fingers feel indescribably comfortable.
In the ward, the man who was lingering on the back of the girl's neck suddenly jumped.
The empathic effect brought by the spiritual body was transmitted to him without any omission.
His chest, abdomen, neck, and limbs were all manipulated and touched by the girl's soft hands.
And the most sensitive part, the base of the tail, was stroked thoroughly.
"Hmm" the man groaned, his whole body trembling.
He rubbed his lips and teeth repeatedly on the skin, trying to distract himself from the uncontrollable tremors brought on by the girl's wandering fingers.
But the next second——
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