Top guide! The Sentinels were mesmerized

Chapter 76 Jealous Lion
Sylvie opened her narrow peach blossom eyes wide.

The pupils suddenly contracted and the muscles of the whole body tensed up in an instant.

His little guide was holding his brother Ian's neck with a dazed look in his eyes.

And his brother was lowering his head and kissing her lips possessively.

The room was filled with the smell of men's aggressive pheromones.

Especially when he walked in, the pheromones seemed to have discovered an intruder in their territory, forming invisible blades and attacking him.

He quickly released his mental strength to block the man's attack.

The Black Panther spirit appeared behind Ian, staring at Sylvie's movements with his ice-blue eyes.

It could sense the rapidly changing scent of pheromones gathering around Sylvie.

It was jealousy, anger and resentment.

Those emotions condensed into ice blades like peacock wings and pounced on him.

"You're really fast at making temporary marks." Sylvie took a few deep breaths, removed his defensive moves, and smiled stiffly.

But he still stared at Qianzhi's blushing face, "Brother, I advise you to control your smell. It's everywhere in the corridor outside."

Ian hugged the girl in his arms tighter and replied indifferently, "No need."

The smell of pheromones is just right, letting everyone know that he is now the most special to Qianzhi.

"Ha," Sylvie lowered her fake smile, her deep brows pressed down, and her beautiful face looked a little eerie. "Why? A small temporary mark made you feel like you own her?"

His tone was stiff and twisted, squeezed out of shape.

"If you hadn't gotten ahead of me"

Whether it was the previous Zerg operation or the dinner at the palace.

If it weren't for his brother who always got ahead of him, he would be the one who temporarily marked Qianqian now!

Ian gathered Qianzhi's hair and gently covered her ears. If the sound was too loud, it would be bad for the little girl's sensitive ears.

"Xavier, you know very well that you can't beat me."

"So? Do you think you won?" Xiweier lowered his voice, raised the corners of his beautiful lips, and smiled mockingly.
"The temporary mark will mislead the guides about the sentinels, making them temporarily attached to them. But when the mark disappears, that's it."

"When that illusory attachment disappears, you will know that you will never win in front of Qian Qian."

Sylvie saw Ian's lips curl up slightly.

It was a self-deprecating smile, yet one that was willing to be sober and indulge.

"I knew it all along, Sylvie," he said, "I never thought of winning more than a thousand."

——Whether it is possession or love.

——He just wanted to stay by her side for a while longer.

The Marshal's residence has changed a lot in the past few days.

Especially the Marshal, and his office.

The colonel who came in to hand in the documents lowered his head, not knowing where to put his eyes.

The office is filled with plants and colorful dolls.

The sofa is covered with a lilac plush blanket, and is filled with paper books and brilliant decorations that girls like.

The cold and harsh marshal in front of him had his leopard ears erect and his black tail stretched out, teasing the girl next to him.

Qianzhi was half leaning on his shoulder, half closing her eyes and pressing her lips against the side of his neck, sucking on the skin on the side of his neck like a kitten, and playing with the man's tail with her fingers.

"Any other questions, Colonel?" Ian's low voice interrupted the colonel's sidelong glance.

"No, no more." He answered hurriedly.

He couldn't help himself and stole another glance at the girl in Ian's arms.

She hooked the man's chin, Ni Li frowned, as if she was dissatisfied with Ian and others for talking too much.

The colonel stared at Qianzhi's red lips like a madman. He was thinking, this is what a temporarily marked guide is like.

Although it is illusory, this moment when my heart and eyes are filled with the Sentinels is indeed like the sweetest poison. Even if I know it is a deadly poison, I have to stuff it all into my mouth.

"Have you seen enough?" The marshal's voice lowered.

Aggressive pheromones are floating in the air again.

There is also the Marshal's pressing gaze.

For a moment the colonel felt that the marshal was like a black dragon, guarding his treasure tightly and not allowing anyone to take a look.

"No, no more." As if a knife was hanging on his neck, the colonel swallowed fearfully and ran out of the office without looking back.

"——You're still looking at him." Qianzhi turned Ian's face over, his cheeks puffed up, "You can only look at me, Ian."

His eyes, his pheromones, everything about him should belong only to her, and every moment he looked at someone else made her feel very uncomfortable.

Qianzhi knew that this was the aftereffect of the temporary marking.

Under the influence of the mutual blending of pheromones, the guide and the sentinel will reach a peak of dependence on each other.

It was like the unreal feeling of dodder vines eating away the poppy flowers.

Let her indulge without resistance.

The tanking girl leaned back and leaned herself completely against the man's chest.

"Well, I'll just look at Qianqian." Ian's bewitching voice came from her ear, "Do you still need pheromones?"

A sweet mint scent lingered at the tip of her nose.

Under the man's open collar, his deep collarbone and slender neck clearly caught her attention.

"Yes." She swallowed.

The vine slowly stretched out from her hand, spread over Ian's gland opening, and reached inside stickily.

At the same time, the man pressed his lips against the back of her neck, sending more pheromones inside.

He held the girl in his arms, his full chest heaving, and his cold face at that moment looked so beautiful that he looked like a soul-stirring monster.

After the brief and extreme pleasure from the pheromones he ingested passed, Ian turned his head, looked below the window frame, and curled his lips coldly.

Under the window of the mansion, there is a pair of golden eyes with a faint light.

In the courtyard of the mansion.

"Your Highness..." The waiter at the Marshal's residence was trembling with fear at the pressure released by Theo. He paused for a long time before uttering the rest of the words.

"Your Highness, if you want to find the marshal, I can help you go in and tell him, but you can't either."

He looked at the lion spirit that had climbed to the second floor with tears in his eyes.

The lion was clinging to the windowsill, looking inside the window of the marshal's office.

"You can't just climb into the marshal's window like that, can you?"

The waiter muttered quietly as he watched the lion's tail shake violently a few times, almost making a hole in the wall near the window.

It seemed to have seen something and stared at someone inside, while its claws scratched several holes in the wall.

The next moment, it retracted its claws, carefully watched its voice, and jumped down from under the window with a vicious expression.

Theo took in everything in the house through his spiritual empathy.

His eyes suddenly felt dry, so he closed them, turned around and left.

"Your Highness, aren't you going to wait for the marshal?" The waiter let out a long sigh and asked quickly.

"No thanks," Theo turned his head, and the waiter could only see his slightly red eyes, "Don't tell Marshal Gwen that I was here."

And now he needs to meet another person.

There are many things that need an answer.