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Chapter 157 Break Myself into Pieces and Transform into Her Flesh and Bones

click.

A faint light came on in the room.

Revealing the owner of the body she touches.

Leon's eyes sparkled in the dim light.

For a moment, a creepy feeling ran down the back of Qianzhi's neck, but as the other party lowered his brows, the feeling disappeared in an instant.

"I'm sorry," she pulled her hand away, fumbling with the doorknob behind her, "I didn't know this was your room."

She looked up and was unexpectedly bumped into a cold white scene.

The man was wearing a black bathrobe with a loose belt around his waist. Water droplets from his shower were flowing down along his clearly defined chest and abdominal muscles, seeping into the black fabric.

His black hair was simply tied up with a headband, revealing his superior features.

The appearance is very impactful, but it is matched with lips that are particularly wet and soft due to the mist.

The man's voice was a little hoarse. "It's not Guide Qianzhi's fault. It's my fault. I'm not familiar with this mansion and didn't see the number clearly."

This short but considerate sentence made Qianzhi pause.

"It's okay," she rolled her eyes and turned her gaze away from his chest, "I'll go find the lady and ask her to re--"

“Are you afraid of me?” Leon’s voice dropped just the right amount. “It was the same in the cave. You didn’t want my healing and even refused my approach. You even seemed to dislike the sentinel soothing pheromones I released.”

Sure enough, as he whispered, the little girl frowned hesitantly.

Afraid? Rather than fear, she was a little apprehensive.

This man lacked a proper sense of distance and his approach was aggressive.

Even his eyes were too hot and scorching, paranoid and crazy, as if he had been hungry and thirsty for a long time and finally saw food that could relieve his hunger.

It seemed as if she would be swallowed by him if she wasn't careful.

Is this the aftereffect of waking up after two years of sleep?
Besides, he risked his own life to save his most loyal subordinate, and saved her in the process.

"I am in a neighboring country, and I may have been subconsciously on guard. I am not afraid of you, please don't misunderstand me."

"It is thanks to you that I was able to escape from the shackles this time."

The girl raised her little face and met Leon’s gaze.

Her dense eyelashes fluttered, and her soft and delicate almond eyes curved slightly, revealing a polite and gentle smile.

Just a laugh.

But it was the smile he had longed for for many years.

Just this little bit was enough to make his heart beat, as if countless birds were flapping their wings in his chest, and his eardrums were rumbling.

Blood gushed from his heart, his limbs felt hot, and even his tendons and veins bulged from his arms and the backs of his hands.

He curled his fingers and tried hard to suppress the urge to pick her up, kiss her bright red lips, peel off the cloth that was in the way, and then devoutly * her whole body again.

"This is what I should do." He swallowed the saliva in his mouth and spoke in a high-sounding manner, but he looked straight into her eyes, "The commander's responsibility is to protect everyone, including the guides of the empire."

She said she was free from Rod's shackles.

This means that she has subconsciously trusted him and has never thought about whether there might be a new cage under his wings.

Speaking of the empire, the girl's eyes lit up.

"By the way, I would like to trouble you, Mr. Commander, is there any encrypted communication here that can allow me to contact my sentinels?"

She had been in the Federation for a few days, and they must have been trying their best to find her. Now that she was safe for the time being, she should contact them as soon as possible so that they wouldn't worry so much.

He stared at her with his dark eyes flashing a faint light, and then spoke after a while.

"Yes. I will ask the communication operator to turn on the encryption mode so that you can communicate more easily. I think they must be very worried about you."

His tongue brushed across the sharp teeth, and he spoke each word with such force that the tip of his tongue pierced through. The bloody taste was held at the root of his tongue, as if he was tearing the flesh of the sentinels.

How could they deserve her?

But they were looking for her.

The Empire's spies in the Federation had already leaked the news that Qianzhi had fallen into his hands through secret reports.

"That's great." The girl was obviously relieved when she heard that she could communicate.

But the man took another step closer to her, his full chest muscles almost touching her nose.

The sweet and salty aroma of sea salt and milk emanating from his chest flowed into her nostrils, into her internal organs, and then greedily extended to her brain.

Gurgle. She seemed to hear the sound of her stomach.

"Speaking of which," the male voice above her head said with a disguising nonchalance, "I know very well the habits of Guide Qianzhi's spirit body. It needs to consume pheromones or a large amount of negative emotions."

"And after arriving in the Federation, Guide Qianzhi's spirit body probably hasn't eaten for several days, right?"

Black fish scales slowly emerged from his waist and abdomen, just enough to stretch out his bath towel, revealing a continuous and flexible mermaid line that even extended downward to his pubic bone.

"As a sentinel with damaged mental strength, I have accumulated a lot of negative emotions in the past two years, as well as pheromones that I cannot get rid of."

Leon half-bent down, this time with his fragile and slender neck facing her lips.

The fragrant smell made Qianzhi's pupils shrink suddenly. She stared straight at the protruding Adam's apple and the taut veins on his neck.

"If Guide Qianzhi doesn't mind, I am willing to offer these pheromones and emotions." He cut open the neck with his sharp fingertips, letting the blood flow out.
"To feed you."

Qianzhi's spirit was indeed very hungry, and the sight of this delicious meal made her eyes light up.

But the girl pursed her lips, let her thick eyelashes droop, and leaned back against the door in resistance.

"Thank you for your kindness. But I'm not actually hungry."

It would be strange if I wasn't hungry.

But she didn't dare to eat it, nor did she want to eat it.

Last time, after she went to a male model bar, Ming pressed her down on the bed for three whole days.

Not only because she met Rand, but also because she had the scent of other Sentinels on her.

And Bo Lan, after smelling the pheromones that she had eaten from other sentinels, although he never said anything, his eyes were full of moisture, like an abandoned dog, and he kept repeating her and his names over and over again.

They kept reminding her that they belonged to her, and she should only belong to them.

From appetite to soul.

The blood on his neck was drying up, and Leon suppressed his raging anger and bitterness.

His fingers curled and uncurled morbidly.

He should hack into her brain and delete all the images of those men.
He should gnaw at her heart, eat up all the space she left for them, then smash himself into pieces, turning into her brain, her heart, her flesh and bones, and fill himself up inside.

Let her eyes and chest be filled with only him.

A bit of black mist belonging to disaster finally couldn't help but emerge, and in the dark corner, it suddenly pierced towards her forehead.