Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 117 Conception
The evil spirit attached to the "Execution Office" building makes everyone who comes here to fight feel a bone-chilling chill, like a sharp blade cutting through the skin and bones inch by inch, leaving a trail of cold marks.

There was no guard at the door of the "Execution Office" and the door was wide open. Looking in from the outside, it was pitch black and one could not see what was going on inside.

It was like an open abyss that swallowed up all the light, or like a beast opening its mouth to devour its prey, and the two people standing outside the door were like prey about to fall into a trap.

Ting Zhu flicked his wrist, and a sleek silver pistol appeared in his hand. He handed the pistol to the woman beside him and said, "If any sentry offends you, don't hesitate, just pull the trigger."

"But be careful not to hurt yourself."

After Fu Guang received it, he weighed the pistol. It was not very heavy. The silver gun body was surrounded by purple thunder. Except for the round muzzle, the whole gun body was smooth without any gaps.

When you grip it, the purple lightning wrapped around the gun will extend to the back of your hand, and a tingling sensation will spread through your limbs.

"Will the thunder be strengthened when firing?" Fu Guang asked after looking up and down at this special object.

Ting Zhu reached out to take the gun back, only to see a flash of purple light in his hand, and the silver gun was covered with a layer of purple light.

"That won't happen this time." said the man with short white hair.

"Let's go." Fu Guang held the gun in her hand. As Ting Zhu handed the pistol to her, the water elements beside her quietly gathered.

After sensing this, Ting Zhu looked at her and said, "Those sentinels are nothing to worry about. It's just that I think you prefer to punish provocations yourself."

After stepping through the dark barrier, Fu Guang felt dizzy for a moment. After she stood firm and looked around, she seemed to have accidentally entered a white nest.

Looking around, except for the various sentries, the tables, chairs and walls were all snow-white. There was no sound at all, as if we had entered a place of silence.

"The sentries detained here are all those who are about to be released, and the danger level they face is relatively not very high." Ting Zhu said in a light voice.

There was a thin membrane between the two people and the white field. The "Execution Office" still gave the newcomers a choice. If they left at this time, nothing would happen.

When Fu Guang was looking at the situation of the sentinels in the field, the sentinels in the white nest all looked towards the entrance. Their emotionless eyes changed in an instant, as if a flame was ignited, gradually burning more and more fiercely, and their eyes looked towards this side with burning eyes.

Fu Guang turned a blind eye and saw that the sentinels were at least three meters away from each other. Some of the sentinels were not even surrounded by another sentinel within ten meters.

These sentries were either hanging by thin chains, or sitting at the dining table, eating the food on the plate slowly and leisurely, or sitting on the ground with their eyes closed to rest. Without exception, there were more or less scars on their bodies.

Sentinels have extremely strong recovery abilities. Normally, no matter how severe the wounds are, they will not be bloody. Their flesh and blood will be pink, and they will look freshly healed.

The White Nest suppressed their resilience.

The spirit bodies released by the sentinels were lying at the feet of their masters. At this moment, they all stood up in unison, or stretched their necks, looking in this direction with faint eyes.

Unbridled, passionate, lustful, thick and wet, malicious, all sorts of looks flashed from these sentinels, pressing fiercely towards her, as if they had seen a piece of fragrant flesh, waiting to be consumed. Their gazes had substance, enveloping her in dense, tangled threads, pressing against her, causing her to hold her breath for a moment, every muscle tensing.

This was just a change that occurred in the brief moment she stepped into the entrance.

Ting Zhu, who was originally on the side, immediately took a big step forward. His body, as big as a mountain, completely blocked the woman's figure behind him, blocking the unscrupulous gazes of all the sentries.

Ting Zhu noticed that the eyes of the sentinels suddenly became bloodthirsty, as if they saw their mortal enemy fighting for territory, and murderous intent spread like wildfire.

The man with short white hair raised his eyes, loosened the sleeves at his wrists and gathered them around his dark brown forearms. The muscles on his forearms bulged like a volcano about to erupt, and the fighting spirit emanating from his body was enough to make the weak run away without a fight at first sight.

"How about, Little Sun, you wait here for a while. After I have dealt with these sentinels, you can come back. How about that?" Ting Zhu tilted his head, there seemed to be thunder gathering in his purple eyes, and his voice was still neither hurried nor slow.

These gazes were too presumptuous, so Ting Zhu gave up his original plan. He was still thinking about seeing how the guide would react to the provocation of the sentry.

Now, facing those gazes that were like maggots on the tarsal bones, trying to wrap around the guide's body inch by inch, Ting Zhu gave up the plan, clasped his hands together, and his fingers made a squeaking sound.

He can handle these rubbish without dirtying Little Sun's hands.

"Okay." Fu Guang stood where he was, the expression on his face unchanged from when he was in front of the door, perhaps even more indifferent without the scorching sun.

Ting Zhu took a step forward, waved his hand to block the incoming fist, and then knocked the man to the ground.

Many sentinels also knew that in order to gain the favor of the guide, they had to get rid of this annoying guy in front of them. Although he was the chief sentinel, this was the "execution office" and no one was allowed to die here without military orders.

The sentries exchanged glances, each seeing the stirring within the eyes. Suddenly, a multicolored light exploded in Fu Guang's field of vision. The sound of fists hitting flesh continued to fill his ears, along with the crackling of bones.

The scene was very chaotic for a while, but the high-ranking sentinels were all good-looking: handsome, beautiful, strong, and their skills were all equally agile. Each strike was extremely simple, and apart from the flying blood foam, it was a visual feast.

No matter how chaotic the fight was, these sentries did not make a sound. Except for the ping-pong sound of muscles colliding with muscles and the crackling of bones, it seemed very quiet for a while.

But after a few minutes, a group of sentinels who had lost their combat effectiveness were lying on the ground. These sentinels were all from B to A level. The S-level sentinels had all been sent out on missions, and even if the S-level sentinels violated the law, they would not appear here.

After a while, people were lying on the ground from near to far in the white nest. No sentry could break through Tingzhu's blockade and they all stopped in front of him.

The scene was very friendly for a while. At this time, Fu Guang also walked into the white nest. The sentinels lying closer could only see the golden skirt passing by in front of them, like an unreachable cloud in the sky, floating by.

Fu Guang came to Ting Zhu who was standing in the center of the field and saw the dangerous look on the sentry's face because his fighting spirit was not satisfied.

Ting Zhu had already noticed the guide walking towards him, but the fighting spirit lingered in his body with nowhere to go, causing him to frown for a moment. After a moment of relaxation, the tense muscles slightly subsided.

These little brats, who have no ability at all, dare to covet the guide? I wonder which S-level taught them this?