Top guide! The Sentinels were mesmerized

Chapter 112: Bird sentinels have more developed tongues
In the next room, Sylvie shifted uncomfortably.

It was obvious that he was eager for her to mark him, but when the little girl sat opposite him with a serious look on her face.

Instead, he was a little nervous.

My heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of my throat, and even my palms were covered in cool, greasy sweat.

The man's blue eyes were sparkling, his expression was full of affection, and his movements were eager and expectant. If an outsider saw him, they would think he was a nervous groom waiting for his bride to appear.

"Syvil, it won't hurt," the girl misunderstood his emotions and expressions, and the vine reached out and rubbed against his cheek, rubbing carefully and soothingly over his glands.

"As long as it's Qianqian, it doesn't matter even if it hurts a little." The extremely handsome and beautiful man smiled at her, thinking that he would feel more comfortable if it hurt a little.

The vine coiled around his gland, which was slowly turning bright red, and the moment it carefully entered, Sylvie let out an involuntary low moan.

So this is what it feels like to be marked.

It was as if the dark yet persistent waiting that had been thickly accumulated deep in my heart was pried open in an instant, and the love full of joy and satisfaction burst out from my heart like gushing hot magma.

It was like a brilliant galaxy shining on the tip of his heart.

The joy of finally having his countless expectations and desires responded to made him feel a warmth in his eyes.

The gorgeous wings grew longer as the vines climbed, spreading almost across the entire room.

Thousands of branches fell lightly into Sylvie's mental picture.

The place is dotted with her favorite green plants and lush trees, with a small silver-white house in the middle.

The huge blue peacock pecked and kissed her side, its huge fan-shaped tail flashing brightly in the sun.

It slowly transformed into a man in a white suit, knelt on one knee, and kissed her fingers.

"Qianqian, I like you. I like you so much." His handsome face was raised, his deep blue eyes were like sparkling gems under the light, with only her appearance in his pupils.

"I don't expect Qianqian to like me a lot, just a little." He lifted up her scattered hair and kissed her hair tenderly, "I just want Qianqian to like me a little bit."

Xiweier couldn't even wait for her response. He knelt down on his knees, lowered his head, and rubbed his white cheek against her humbly.

"Even if you don't like me, it's fine," he looked at Qianzhi and opened his lips, anxiously and panickedly adding, "As long as Qianqian still likes my taste and is willing to keep me by her side, Qianqian will do whatever she wants from me."

He had clearly read so many strategies, including arrogant, domineering, and fishing strategies, but he couldn't use any of them in front of Qianzhi. He just talked to himself in panic like a fool.

He completely dropped his usual dandy and playboy-like disguise.

Qianzhi scratched his pointed chin with her fingers and half bent down to be at eye level with him.

"Xavier, I may not have expressed myself clearly just now," her eyes were flowing with soft rippling water, "I like you very much, so you don't have to be like this-"

Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly tackled by the man.

They fell on the soft, fragrant grass.

"Qianqian likes me." He smiled happily and contentedly.

The gushing blood seemed to explode into countless fireworks, flowing numbly in his blood vessels.

His internal organs and limbs felt light, as if they were floating in the air happily because of her soft words.

No matter what kind of liking it was, he would be satisfied as long as he heard her answer.

The taste of Sylvie's pheromones and emotions was so sweet and happy that Chizhi, who tasted it, was also affected.

Like the feeling of satiety after a big meal, she lay lazily on him and didn't want to move.

The man under her suddenly moved, half-raising his body and letting her lie on his chest. "Qianqian," the man's voice became soft and seductive, "Can you like me a little more?"

He squeezed her hand, touched his chest, and said seductively:

"The chest of a bird sentinel is easier to touch than that of an animal sentinel."

The skin under the palm of her hand was smooth, with a soft and firm texture, which made Qianzhi inexplicably think of the white, soft, and elastic chests of the little birds.

"And ours is warmer and has more varied flavors." He stretched out his neck, rubbed his full throat bone across the tip of her nose, and then brought it to her lips.

"Of course, our beaks and tongues are more developed," his eyes gradually deepened, "and they are more useful."

Chizhi tried to block Sylvie's lips which were opening again with her fingers.

But the cunning man immediately bit her finger, releasing more pheromones.

"Don't reject me, Qianqian. Just think of me as the softest and sweetest sugar on your lips. You don't need to think about anything. Just lick along the line of your lips."

His voice gradually deepened and he raised his lips.

Outside the mental image, the girl was sitting on Sylvie's lap, concentrating with her eyes closed, using vines to sense the emotions and power in the mental image.

And this peacock, which appears weak and gentle in the spiritual picture, is wrapping him with one wing and imprisoning him tightly and stubbornly with its strong arms.

At the same time, he used his extremely fragile and soft throat sounds to seduce her lips, pressing them one after another on the side of his neck.

Ian opened his eyes, still looking a little pale from blood loss.

He raised his head and looked at the man sitting next to him with his legs crossed.

"Why are you here?"

"My brother is injured. As a younger brother, shouldn't I visit him?" Sylvie pulled his collar.

Ian glanced at the red marks on his deliberately exposed neck and turned his head away coldly.

"You're just being clever, Sylvie."

"What, jealous?"

"Jealous?" Ian raised his lip sarcastically, "What did she say to you? 'Like'? Have you ever thought that this is just her way of comforting you? Your mental fluctuations have reached 80% when you came out of the 'door', and -"

"--But she told me, did she tell you?" Sylvie interrupted him, "I'm afraid not, my dear brother? Even if it's just comforting, I get more 'likes' than you, don't I?"

Ian pursed his light-colored lips and said, "No."

certainly not.

He also gained enough dependence from Qianzhi and the love that came when their spiritual power was in harmony with each other.

Even though it is an illusion of comfort, it is like fine wine that is worth savoring over and over again.

A strange intuition suddenly flashed through his mind.

Ian frowned, staring at the tiny but noticeable green mark on the side of Sylvie's neck.

The question she had just suddenly asked him.

And her sudden decision to tag Seaver's actions.

It seemed that everything was pointing to something he didn't want to think about.