Top guide! The Sentinels were mesmerized

Chapter 40 Skin Hunger and Pheromone Addiction
The spiritual blue peacock beside him raised its long, beautiful neck.

It didn't care about the gazes of the people around it at all. It shook its colorful feathers, spread them out in the sunlight, and opened its tail to thousands of branches.

The naked courtship message caused Bo Lan's spiritual body, the brown wolf, to suddenly appear.

All its fur stood up in disarray, its sturdy body blocked Qianzhi's way, and its tail wrapped around Qianzhi's calves possessively.

If it weren't for his gentle image around Qianzhi, his spirit body might have jumped to the peacock and bit its mouthful of feathers.

"Please be mindful of your manners and status, Admiral Gwen."

Bo Lan gritted his teeth, and every word he spoke was forcefully squeezed out from between his teeth. A low lingering sound similar to that of a wolf whose territory was invaded came from his throat.

Qianzhi covered her nose at the spicy chocolate smell of Bo Lan and the sweet chestnut roast chicken smell of Xiweier.

The taste is mixed.
"Well," she leaned closer to Bo Lan, "I have no interest in doing this to you, Admiral Gwen."

The rejected man seemed to have anticipated her reaction and smiled:
"So what are you looking for in the library, Chizhi? The owner of the Gwen Family Library is willing to serve you."

"Are you the owner of the library?" Qianzhi was a little surprised, because Sylvie looked like a sloppy young man, which didn't quite fit in with the quaint and heavy bookstore.

"Not only am I the owner, but I also know the contents of every ancient book. Chizhi, your reaction really makes me sad."

Sylvie secretly moved his body towards Qianzhi, but was secretly pushed away by Bo Lan with his shoulder.

Qianzhi didn't notice the secret fight between them, but was thinking seriously.

"I need to know about 'Originator.'" She whispered the word.

Xiweier's expression froze, and his dandy look instantly faded away: "I haven't mentioned this word for a long time."

Or perhaps the former empire deliberately wanted to eliminate this word.

He took Qianzhi and Bo Lan to the top floor of the palace where the books were stored.

The huge room was locked with several layers of locks, and Sylvie took out several books covered in black leather from the inside of the box.

"Now only these few books record the events of the ancestors. They may be destroyed in the future."

"Why is the Empire so resistant to the Ancestor?" Qianzhi was confused. The Ancestor's name sounded like an interstellar pioneer and should be a very important part of history.

"That's of course because the 'Originator' is not a complete human being." Sylvie's words shocked Qianzhi.

Seville projected the contents of the black book onto the electronic screen.

"In the distant past, it was the 'First Ancestor' who extracted his power and scattered it across the stars, because humans were extremely fragile at that time."

"In order to keep humans alive, the first ancestors buried the souls of animals and plants into human souls, thereby strengthening humans' ability to survive."

"So the original humans didn't have spiritual bodies?" Bo Lan frowned.

Even ordinary humans who are not sentinels and guides now have faint spiritual images as reinforcement to protect themselves.

How would the human beings of the past survive in the era when the Zerg and alien races were rampant?
"So people once respectfully called that sacrificed creature the 'Originator'. After all, He was very much like a human at that time."

"He, or they are all dead?" Qianzhi stared at the blurred words on the record.

Xiweier was silent for a moment before answering.

"The ancient trees in the palace are considered relics, but after thousands of years, their consciousness has long since vanished into nothingness."

"So it's the Empire's Divine Envoy Ceremony," Chizhi murmured.

"It is to find the curse that can break the spiritual pollution from the ancient tree." Sylvie said.

"curse?"

"Yes, the Empire once called pollution a curse, but now it avoids it. Of course, in the current era of Roland, it is more about finding a suitable fiancé for his son Theo."

"Why didn't the Empire tell the story of the ancestor?" Bo Lan suddenly understood halfway through his words. "Because humans don't need to know whether their savior is a human creature." The girl took over his words.

The dark light enveloped her fluttering eyelashes, and a dim light flashed across her deep green eyes.

At this moment, Bo Lan suddenly felt that his little master was inhumanly indifferent.

private hospital.

The pheromone smell of the man in front of him was too complex and dangerous, and his identity was so special that the doctor lost the courage to look up and tell him the diagnosis.

"Speak." The man's voice was dry and sexy, so that the doctor's heart beat faster.

The doctor raised his head cautiously and glanced at the golden man over the mask.

Theo's breathing was visibly rapid, and sticky sweat was running down his fluffy blond hair, soaking his collar.

The narrow peach-shaped eyes were hazily narrowed, rippling with watery light, the corners of the eyes were slightly red, and even the lips were glowing with a bright color.

The doctor was glad that he was still wearing an isolation mask, otherwise the pheromone smell in the room would definitely make him dizzy.

"First of all, congratulations to His Royal Highness. Your pheromone insensitivity has been cured."

The doctor was holding the diagnosis, but his expression was not very good.

"Healed?" Theo snorted coldly, curling and clenching his fingers, as if expecting someone to hold them tightly.

“However,” the doctor weighed his words, “Since your previous pheromones were completely suppressed, you cannot sense the guide.

Now, the disappearance of the insensitivity symptoms will cause the pheromones that were previously suppressed to counterattack on a large scale."

“Simply put, you now have a new symptom
Directed skin hunger, and pheromone addiction."

The man glared at him with murderous eyes, and the doctor shrank his neck.

"Of course, this symptom is not serious, or it may be triggered only when you meet certain people."

"Can you think about whether you have met any guides recently that made you feel hungry and dependent?"

Of course Theo knew who the guide was.

Because the gloves she had touched were still tightly held in his palm, like some kind of tranquilizer, but more like a catalyst.

He missed her scent endlessly and recalled her expression and appearance over and over again.

He hated the fact that his perceptions were so vivid that even the brief sensation of touch was magnified infinitely, causing him to float endlessly in a sea of ​​hungry desire.

Want her taste, want to be marked by her.

Theo gritted his teeth and tried to think of other things, but to no avail.

This feeling of being unable to relieve his depression was like trapping him in a small, suffocating space, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

The doctor observed the detector showing an increasing concentration of Theo's pheromones and asked tentatively:

"Perhaps you would consider breaking through the grudges in your heart and trying to accept the comfort of the guide?"

The handsome man did not answer him, but just held the piece of thin cloth in his hand and kept rubbing it.

His other hand held a small optical computer, and he had to lower his head to look at the communicator every few seconds.

"How about this, I'll give you an injection of an inhibitor first, at least to relieve your current——"

The doctor had just said half of his words when he saw Theo's golden eyes light up instantly when he saw the message from the optical brain.

The man jumped up from the sofa like a nimble lion and ran out of the treatment room.

(End of this chapter)