After flirting with all the top sentinels, I am coveted by the entire galaxy

Chapter 133 Want to Escape

Randolph glanced around critically.

Noticing that the sentries in the basement were all dressed in rags, contempt flashed in his eyes and a smug arc appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Haha, look at how these sentinels are dressed, so what if they are royal aristocrats?

They all looked so disheveled and dirty, how could Chi Yin choose them?
He is the only one who is clean here.

Chi Yin doesn't have a fetish for dirt, so it's obvious who she will choose.

Randolph was very confident about his appearance. His fair and clean skin and dreamy pink and purple eyes were dazzling in the dark basement, like a diamond fallen into the dust, so beautiful that it could take one's breath away.

He secretly glanced at Chi Yin, who was sitting demurely on the only bed in the basement, holding his head high and waiting for her to come towards him with a proud look on his face.

In a little while, all the sentries in the basement will envy him, and he will condescend to accept Chi Yin's invitation.

By the way, what if Bartholomew is devastated by this and decides to break off all ties with him?
It was a real headache, and he didn't want to lose this friend with elegant taste just yet.

Although he thought so in his heart, Randolph was not worried at all. Instead, he leisurely tidied up his messy light purple hair.

If Bartholomew wanted to break up with him out of jealousy, then he could just do it. There were too many things about him that were worthy of jealousy, and people with weak hearts were not qualified to be his friends.

Thinking of this, Randolph's gaze passed over Bartholomew in front of him and stuck closely to Chi Yin.

Come and choose him.

His gaze was too scorching, and it was hard for Chi Yin not to notice him.

However, she had no intention of choosing Randolph.

The butterfly sentinel was very narcissistic and thought that everyone would be attracted by his appearance.

If it weren't for his outstanding family background and his gullibility, how could she have tried to get close to him by posing as a disabled guide and pretended to help him channel his mental images?

This was a young master who was even more of a young master than Christine, and she was too lazy to serve him.

As for who to choose...

Chi Yin walked around in the basement and stopped from time to time. It seemed that he was selecting carefully, but in fact, he already had a candidate in mind.

The shy rabbit sentinel is pretty good. He blushes when your ears are touched. He must be obedient and easy to control.

Feeling Chi Yin's gaze on him, the rabbit sentinel's cheeks flushed and his blue eyes were covered with a layer of excitement.

Great, Ayin is going to choose him!

He stood up as if fascinated and wanted to go over.

Chi Yin was also about to walk over, but inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of Bartholomew, whose eyes were dazed in the corner, and his heart moved.

The little painter looks a little pitiful, so why not choose him?

Alas, she is such a soft-hearted woman.

Chi Yin suddenly changed her mind, turned slightly, and was about to hold Bartholomew's hand.

As a result, the next moment, Duan Jing suddenly threw his body to the ground.

Chi Yin groaned. The friction on her back from the man's arm blocking her fall did not hurt.

However, being knocked down in public made her lose face.

Chi Yin's expression turned ugly.

She must be in a very awkward situation now. As the leader, how could she be in such an awkward situation?

"What are you looking at? I just felt sorry for him, so I let him fall down on purpose!" Chi Yin was pinned down by the tall man. Her face turned pale with fear. She was obviously terrified, but she was still trying to make excuses.

The sentries present were all fanatical and obsessed when they saw this scene.

So cute...I really want to hold her in my arms and kiss and lick her.

It was so pitiful, the little guide's lips were trembling with fear, and he had no idea how dangerous he was.

All the sentinels and male favorites that she had picked and chosen could be swallowed up by her in one gulp.

Chi Yin felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and gave a cold command to the restless sentry:

"You are not allowed to look at me, you disobedient male concubines. I will punish you by making you drink mint-flavored nutritional supplements for three consecutive days."

But what kind of punishment is this?

Hearing this, all the male favorites, led by Christine, were stunned. Even Randolph looked at Chi Yin strangely.

This disabled little guide can’t even threaten people?

How can a punishment be to drink mint-flavored nutritional supplements?
If there is a sentinel who likes the smell of mint, what is the difference between this punishment and reward?
"Ayin, if I accept the punishment and drink mint-flavored nutrients for six days, can you reward me by holding me for a little longer?"

Randolph crossed his arms, watched coldly, and thought to himself: Here comes the sentinel who likes mint.

Seeing that Chi Yin didn't come towards him, Duan Jing couldn't help himself.

He trembled and buried himself in the girl's arms, his arms around her waist, his expression intoxicated, unwilling to leave.

So comfortable…

A sigh escaped from Duan Jing's throat.

After the hunger and thirst were relieved, my body felt really comfortable...

He couldn't help but rub it gently.

Chi Yin's limbs instantly stiffened and he dared not move.

Duan Jing took the drug, why did he still have the energy to get up and get horny?
The metal bite stopper pressed against Chi Yin's chest fiercely, and the greasy peach blossom scent was so strong that Chi Yin could hardly breathe.

"Duan Jing! Get out of my way, you mad dog!"

Chi Yin was so frightened that her face turned pale. She tried to push Duan Jing away using her hands and feet, but her strength was too weak and she couldn't get rid of Duan Jing's arms.

Seeing this, the other male favorites quickly surrounded Duan Jing and pulled him away. Christine and Eros took the opportunity to punch Duan Jing twice.

Chi Yin managed to escape with the help of her male favorites, gasping for breath with lingering fear.

Everyone was also celebrating.

Fortunately, Duan Jing was wearing a bite stopper, otherwise Chi Yin’s chest would be covered with dirty kiss marks.

After being disturbed by this, Chi Yin didn't want to stay in the basement any longer, so he turned around and left with Bartholomew.

With a bang, the basement door was locked.

"Impossible! Chi Yin didn't choose me!" Randolph exclaimed in disbelief, his self-confidence shattered.

All the fantasies in my mind before have become a joke!
Bartholomew, whom he despised, was the one envied by everyone.

But Chi Yin was still saying sweet words to him 30 minutes ago!

How could she change so fast!
"Bartholomew, I'm breaking up with you!"

The suppression ring around Randolph's neck suddenly lit up red, and his S-level mental power was rioting.

Ji Chengyun saw all of this.

His blue eyes flickered slightly, and he walked over and whispered, "Kid, do you want to leave here?"

Randolph was stunned for a moment, then said, "I think so."

Since Chi Yin doesn't hold him at the top of her heart, he can't be so cheap as to cling to her and stay here as a lowly male concubine.

He wants to go home! Wait for Chi Yin to regret and come to him!

Ji Chengyun smiled gently, turned to the other male favorites present and said, "What about you? Do you want to leave too?"

The male favorites remained silent.

Ji Chengyun continued to persuade: "You also saw it just now, Chi Yin doesn't love you, you are wasting your time staying here."

"Besides, it is not glorious to tell others about your experience as a male concubine. You should consider your future and your family, and don't be blinded by what you think is love."

As soon as he finished speaking, the male favorites were somewhat moved.

It would be fine if Chi Yin liked them.

It turned out that Chi Yin didn't like them and greedily wanted to monopolize them.

If she were a senior guide, there would be nothing wrong with doing so, but how dare she, a disabled D-level guide, occupy more than a dozen senior sentinels above S-level?

Otherwise, they might as well sneak away.

(End of this chapter)