Top guide! The Sentinels were mesmerized

Chapter 4 Guardian

The sweet voice created seductive ripples, passing through Bo Lan's heart like a feather. He stared at the girl without blinking.

After a while, he nodded with a flushed face.

"Not bad." Qianzhi's green eyes curved and she chuckled.

That way she'll always have chocolate desserts to enjoy.

Although human food tastes good, it is not as rich and long-lasting as the taste of body fluids and mental energy sucked by Dodder.

She removed the fingers that were pinching Bo Lan's chin, placed her hand on the bite stop shackle that was tightly tied to him, turned her head and frowned at the executive officer next to her:

"My sentinel is no longer at risk of attack. Can I take this thing off?"

She had seen this prop on TV in the apocalypse. Only those ferocious beasts that attacked people irrationally needed to wear such shackles.

Her sentinels deserved more respect, not such heavy-handed shackles.

"Of course." The executive officer hurried forward and turned on Bo Lan's bite device.

"Also," Qianzhi extended her hand to the man who was still kneeling on one knee, motioning him to hold it, "Since you are already my sentinel, you don't need to address me as 'you'. Just call me Qianzhi."

She didn't want to hear a humble "you" while she was happily slurping chocolate. It would be such a spoilsport.

"I understand," Bo Lan's brown eyes were filled with a layer of warm light. He clenched the soft little hand in his hand and stood up.

The girl next to him will be his whole world in the future.

"Chie."

The man lowered his head and called her name seriously and gently.

As if to engrave her name deeply in his heart.

Ange gnashed his back teeth, his fingers almost digging into his palms.

His eyes were filled with bloodshot.

Why?
A mere admiral from the ninth district, who attacked the guide, not only did not receive a ruling or punishment, but was actually marked, and even! was touched on the chin and cheek affectionately by his own guide!
This was beyond his understanding, and he had to admit that he was madly jealous.

He also used to wear a bite stopper, which was a thing that degraded his dignity all the time and told him all the time that he would be abandoned and destroyed by the empire at any time.

He tried his best to please all the guides in the Seventh District under his jurisdiction.

They were even ridiculed, belittled, and physically and mentally punished by their guides.

Like a dog wagging its tail for mercy, he received a little bit of spiritual comfort and only then did he take off the bite device that made him unable to raise his head.

And why is Bo Lan always so lucky?
He was so lucky to meet such a guide who was so gentle that he couldn't believe it!
Ange stared at Bo Lan and Qian Zhi with hatred, stood up suddenly, and sneered:

"Even if the guide agrees, so what? Article 7 of the Imperial Military Law requires more than half of the judges to issue a verdict for sentries that violate the law!"

He raised his head and looked at the others present.

But no one responded to him. Their eyes, either admiring or yearning, were all focused on Qianzhi.

"No one will give a guilty verdict, Admiral Ang." The man sitting on the left side of the chief revealed his face which had been hidden in the shadows.

It was a face that was so beautiful that the gender was almost blurred. The long azure hair was tied into a bun with a black ribbon, and the lake blue eyes were misty.

Cyril Gwen rested his wrist on his pointed chin: "Compared to your jealousy, what we want more is to be able to gain the attention of the flower of the empire." The veins on Ang's forehead were almost bursting, and he stared fiercely at the cynical blue-haired man in front of him.

"Admiral Gwen! Your statement does not represent everyone!"

Xiweier's deep eyebrows moved slightly, and he slowly spread out a disdainful smile.

"Oh? Maybe I can't," he looked away, at Qianzhi not far away, "but she can."

He was very interested in this cute little guide.

"——Guide Qian, I'm sorry, but before you take your sentinel away, we still need to test his mental map."

The soldiers at the door stopped them and put a mental detector on Bo Lan's head.

After a few seconds, the electronic sound of the instrument sounded.

[Test subject: Bo Lan, Admiral of the Ninth District, peak mental fluctuation: 88%, has reached the level of being released from custody.]

"88%?" There was an uproar at the scene.

"I remember Admiral Bo Lan's strength was 98% before, about to be scrapped! How come in such a short time——"

In an instant, the gazes directed at Qianzhi became more scorching.

This guide is more powerful than they imagined!
"88%?" Bo Lan murmured.

He was overwhelmed by the negative emotions that were about to reach the peak and struggled to stand up countless times.

Every time I fight alone, telling myself to hold on a little longer and not fall down.

Not just for myself, but for the people of District 9.

And now, his heart was filled with sourness and eagerness.

It's no longer just himself standing behind him.

There are also thousands of branches.

"Miss Qian's abilities are indeed extraordinary." A clear voice came closer to them.

Sylvie walked towards Qianzhi with a smile. His military uniform was held up particularly straight by the standard men's clothes rack, making his figure look even more slender.

Coupled with his ocean-like hair color and lake blue eyes.

——Just like a colorful peacock, Qianzhi thought.

Her mind turned, and she saw Sylvie's spirit form appear beside him.

It is truly a noble and elegant blue peacock.

"Even my spirit body is out of my control and can't wait to come out and see Miss Chizhi." Sylvie walked forward and half bowed respectfully.

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am the Admiral of the First District and the Commander of the Royal Guards, Sylvie Gwen."

He lowered his slender eyes obediently and stared at the black-haired girl in front of him with a smile.

"Miss Qianzhi, would you consider me as your guardian?"

(End of this chapter)