Top guide! The Sentinels were mesmerized

Chapter 74 Soft and fufu little leopard cub

"The Qianzhi Guide needs the infusion of Sentinel's spiritual power, or rather the infusion of pheromones."

Ian's frown deepened.

“What does it take?” Theo interrupted.

"The guide has an inconspicuous gland on the back of her neck that requires temporary marking by the sentinel she marked."

Theo's throat rolled.

"But." The doctor hesitated but still said, "In the pheromone induction experiment just now, Guide Qianzhi subconsciously rejected your pheromones, Your Highness."

He looked again at Lu Chenzhou, whose hands were wrapped in bandages, and the gloomy Bo Lan.

"That includes General Bo and Doctor Lu."

"W-why?" Theo asked tremblingly.

"This is a signal reflected in the brain. It's hard to explain. If I have to explain it." The doctor thought for a moment, "It's probably a sign of lack of trust."

Bang. It was the loud noise of Bo Lan's spirit body hitting the wall.

Bo Lan could no longer feel the pain corroding his body, but the severe pain in his heart felt like it was pierced, almost making him groan in pain.

He lost Chizhi's trust.

She rejected his pheromones.

Lu Chenzhou closed his eyes.

A chill spread over his body and he felt like he was suffocating.

Ian looked coldly at the expressions of the two men and turned his head back.

"Do my pheromones meet Qianqian's needs?"

The doctor endured the pressure from three top sentinels and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"As an SS-level sentinel, you are the best candidate."

Theo stared at Ian's back with his scarlet eyes, but the man's broad shoulders completely blocked his view, and he couldn't see any trace of the petite girl.

"Let me pass. How could Qianqian hate me?" He took a step towards the ward but was stopped by Ian's arm.

"Your Highness, I am the one Qianqian needs. And you can also think about it carefully," he said with a cold expression, "whether you have made some wrong choices subconsciously."

Theo paused.

Ian turned around and walked into the door. From behind he heard the doctor's voice trying to comfort Theo.

"Of course, your Highness's pheromones are not necessarily inappropriate. Because when a sentinel wants to enter the guide's mental image and inject pheromones, it needs the guide's subconscious consent, so you..."

Ian closed the door gently and looked at the person on the bed.

The girl on the hospital bed was tiny, her exposed wrists were slender and fragile, her face was pale and bloodless, her long and thick eyelashes covered her eyelids, leaving faint shadows.

Ian carefully lifted Qianzhi up and gently held her against his chest.

He parted Qianzhi's black hair and saw a narrow and shallow gap hidden at the back of her neck.

That's the gland that belongs to the guide.

The man's nostrils flared.

It was the first time that he was so close to Qianzhi's gland, which was filled with the faint fragrance of a young girl, the scent of green flowers.

His sharp teeth were itching on both sides.

The man swallowed through his dry throat and slowly pressed his teeth forward.

The skin there is very soft, so soft that juice will overflow with the slightest touch.

He took several deep breaths before slowly biting down.

A little blood oozed out and was licked greedily by him.

The floral scent collides with the mint flavor, and is then swept away and swallowed by the mint flavor.

His leopard ears suddenly stood up from his hair, and his fluffy tail wrapped around her waist, tightening little by little. The usually serious marshal peeled off his abstinent skin at this moment, like a terrifying vampire, thirstily sucking the girl's blood.

"Is it okay, Qianqian?" Ian murmured with his eyes closed.

He could feel his spirit carrying part of his consciousness, transforming into thin threads that drilled into Qianzhi's glands and landed in her mental picture.

Qianzhi transformed her hair into the shape of vines, hung herself on a big tree, and swayed to take a rest.

Then he lowered his head again and sighed.

Here is her mental picture.

Below is a barren and cracked land.

Even the big tree that he leans on can’t be saved.

She miscalculated her own mental power, causing it to drain too fast, so fast that her own space could no longer hold it. She didn't know how long it would take to replenish her mental power again.

Moreover, she looked down and her expression froze.

There was something else down there, a dark ghostly figure hiding in the shadows.

It seemed as if it was waiting for the tree to wither at any moment, waiting for the girl to fall from the branches, and then pounce on her and devour her.

She touched the big tree, hoping it could hold out a little longer.

"Meow~" A sound came from the branches of a big tree.

It doesn't look like a cat, because the sounds it imitates are real but a little forced.

And kind of cute.

A little black leopard cub poked its head out from between the leaves and looked at Qianzhi with its head tilted as if shy.

Its pointed little ears drooped softly, sticking to its round head, like a chubby fat seal.

The short fat legs stepped over the leaves, but ended up being tripped by a branch, and the pink nose hit the branch headfirst.

When it raised its head again, its deep blue cat eyes were filled with moisture, looking pitiful and watery.

It took two cautious steps towards her, and as if afraid that she would be frightened, it barked twice again.

"Woof. Woof?" It tilted its head, as if it finally realized that there was something wrong with its barking.

Qianzhi finally burst out laughing.

Although the black panther was small and soft, she could still tell that it was part of Ian's spiritual body.

Who would have thought that this cold and serious marshal would have such a cute contrasting side.

"Ian?" She held out her hand to the cub.

The little guy was picked up by the girl obediently.

The tentacles were soft, and the cub's still-fluffy fur pressed against her fingers.

Qianzhi couldn't help but stretch out her sinful hand and stroke the little guy on her knees.

She scratched the smooth, soft, warm fur on his back all the way down, passing through his warm chest and abdomen with evil intentions.

The perfect muscle curvature and the soft yet hard touch make the fingers feel indescribably comfortable.

In the ward, the man who was lingering on the back of the girl's neck suddenly jumped.

The empathy effect brought by the spirit body was transmitted to him without any omission.

His chest, abdomen, neck, and limbs were all manipulated and touched by the girl's soft little hands.

And the most sensitive part, the base of the tail, was stroked thoroughly.

"Hmm" the man groaned, his whole body trembling.

He rubbed his lips and teeth repeatedly on the skin, trying to distract from the uncontrollable tremors brought to him by the girl's wandering fingers.

But the next second—