Top guide! The Sentinels were mesmerized

Chapter 152: Father is more valuable than son
Qianzhi looked drowsily at the sky outside where the morning light was just beginning to appear.

From last night till now, she has been in and out of consciousness and has no idea what time it is.

A little sweet taste warmed her stomach, but the next moment the man demanded the price of that sweetness from her.

Her sore waist was lifted up by the arms with bulging veins. Ming grabbed her hands and let her arms wrap around his neck, allowing her to get close to his chest and giving the girl in his arms a support point.

He held her up, and suddenly relaxed his fingers that were gripping her soft waist, cruelly letting her fall downwards.

Ming Qing stepped forward and used his lips to block all sounds from Qianzhi's lips, which were so red that they were almost bleeding, before they could make any sound.

He stared at Qianzhi's unfocused eyes.

There was a small, light-colored mole between the folds of the girl's eyelids, which could only be spotted if one stared closely at her slightly drooping eyes.

Moreover, when the wet water vapor stained her eyelashes and stuck them into clumps, the color of the small mole became brighter, purer and more seductive.

It was not until the bright sunlight cast spots of light on the curtains that Ming rubbed his sweaty hair that was stuck to his body, picked up the girl who had already fainted, and walked towards the bathroom.
A father's honor depends on his son.

Would this make him closer to her than other men?
As he was thinking, the rubbing motion of his palm suddenly slowed down.

Qianqian is still a child, what else do you want a child for?
Besides, his eyes were gloomy.

He couldn't stand having one more thing competing for thousands of eyes.

"I warn you again, don't overdo it."

It was rare for Xiweier to wear a dark combat uniform in a low-key manner, but it was still a close-fitting style, and he deliberately stood in the upwind direction, allowing the pheromone smell of the S-level sentinel on his body to float in the direction of the girl below.

He glanced at Lord Siming who was wearing a black robe next to him, and narrowed his narrow eyes with a hint of threat.

"You took Qianqian to such a dangerous place, and even kept her for so long in the name of sobering her up." Xiweier gritted his teeth, "If there is really something wrong with her body, the military will never let you go."

It was already the morning of the third day when the girl reappeared in front of them.

The smell of alcohol and pheromones on her body permeated her entire body, and it made her dizzy for a whole day before she slowly regained consciousness.

Sewell was furious.

Mental power emerged from his body along with his subconscious, condensed into icy feathers, and almost pierced through the seemingly bright and elegant Lord Sima Ming.

It was Ian who patted him on the shoulder from behind that brought him back to his senses.

He had no right to blame Ming.

All the sentinels are doing whatever it takes to attract the little dodder.

So does he himself.

Just one step slower than Ming.

The blue peacock curled its lips at Ming.

What's the big deal about two?

His ability in other areas of service is absolutely incomparable to that of Lord Sima Ming.

"Really? Then Admiral Gwen needs to work harder." Ming was not afraid of Sylvie's gaze at all. Instead, he ignored Sylvie's direction and waved to the girl standing at the pass.

Sylvie immediately changed his threatening expression and waved in Qianzhi's direction with a smile.

Qianzhi waved to them and was grabbed by the hand beside her.

Bo Lan seemed to unintentionally hold her hand in his own and pulled her towards himself.

"Qianqian, this place is not completely safe yet. It's better for you to stay closer to me."

His eyes scanned the people who passed the checkpoint and received the Imperial Temporary Residence Permit.

For some reason, his subconscious mind always conveys a certain feeling of uneasiness.

As if something was going to happen. "--My child! Someone come and save him!"

A young mother was standing outside the checkpoint, holding her five or six-year-old child in her arms, with tears in her eyes.

The child in her arms was twitching, his eyelids rolled up, and saliva frothing from his mouth.

A homeless-looking man behind the mother and the child took two steps back, as if disgusted with them, with his heels almost standing on the gate - the edge of the interstellar border.

"What happened?" The guard next to him came over.

"He has a natural spiritual body, but it is difficult to control." The mother looked to the side pleadingly with tears in her eyes, "Excuse me, who is the guide? Please help my child!"

The little hand in Bo Lan's palm moved, the girl broke free from his hand, and without a moment's thought, she walked quickly towards the mother.

"I am," she said gently but firmly, reaching out her hand in the boy's direction.

At the same time, Bo Lan, who was walking towards them, felt a strong sense of uneasiness again.

He frowned and strode towards Qianzhi.

Just at this moment.

The toddler, whose head was tilted in Qianzhi's palm and twitching, suddenly opened his eyes.

There are no pupils in the eyes, but countless microscopic machines creaking and turning.

Immediately afterwards, the mother let out a low howl that was not like a human voice, and her body quickly expanded, turning into a large net composed of body tissue, blocking the sentinels who were approaching Qianzhi and the boy.

Click click click.

The toddler's body began to make a countdown sound.

Before anyone could make an attack or defense gesture—

boom--

The toddler suddenly exploded!

The terrifying blast brought by the huge explosion knocked almost everyone present to the ground. The mutant mother was shattered into pieces by the flames of the explosion, leaving only scattered bones and tissues.

And the location of the girl.

It's already empty.

Bo Lan got up from the ground.

The tinnitus from the explosion made him unable to hear anything, and the smell of gunpowder and burning flesh spread to his nose.

He almost used up all his strength to pounce on it, scratching in vain at the place where Qianzhi once stood.

Thousand branches——Thousand branches——

Until a big hand behind him grabbed his collar and pushed him aside.

"Calm down. Admiral Bo Lan."

That was Ian's voice.

The Imperial Marshal had a blank expression on his face, but the murderous intent emanating from him was like a knife, slicing everyone present.

"She's not dead."

The artificial intelligence detector extends its robotic arm, extends its scanner, and makes a beeping sound after obtaining the result in a few seconds.

Ian took the test report and clenched his jaw slightly.

"It seems that it is time for some people to clearly understand the consequences of angering the Empire."