Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 118 Lair
As soon as I walked out of the white nest, I saw the execution team members standing and waiting at the door, wearing serious and solemn white uniforms.

When the members of the execution team heard the sound of the door opening, they looked up. Their eyes, exposed from above their masks, were cold, reflecting the charm of the execution team from top to bottom.

You can tell at first sight that he is definitely a member of the execution team. His cold eyes are also the sign that Fu Guang uses to identify the execution team: cold, restrained, and arrogant.

"Guide Fuguang, Chief." The sentry waiting at the door briefly greeted him and then turned to the woman who looked out of place in the execution office. "Excuse me, Guide, are you here to pick up Master Xiguang?"

Fu Guang felt that the sentinel in front of her looked quite familiar. She seemed to be the woman she had met on the starship when she first arrived at the capital planet. However, she remembered that this was a freshman.

"Yes," she replied, her eyes scanning the woman's brows and eyes inquiringly.

"Please follow me, guide." She first said to Fu Guang, then looked at

Ting Zhu: "Chief, the captain wants to see you. He's waiting for you in the reception room."

Ting Zhu smiled knowingly upon hearing this. It was nothing more than a criticism of his behavior just now. He thought about it for a moment and realized that some of the sentries were indeed treated too harshly. It was just a matter of lying down for two more months. Would the Execution Department be so stingy about even wasting such a small amount of medicine?
He first glanced at Fu Guang, and seeing that the usually intelligent woman had no reaction, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said directly, "Master Guide, do you still need me to accompany you?"

Fu Guang seemed to have just realized that the sentry wanted her to persuade him to stay. She raised her eyes to look at the unfamiliar environment, then looked at Ting Zhu, who had narrowed his eyes and could not tell whether he was happy or angry. Her red lips opened and closed slightly, but the words she said were not what the sentry wanted to hear.

"Go and do your work first."

The tall man stood there, his eyebrows raised slightly, thinking nonchalantly, "Throwing things away after use is a bad habit. But after all, she's the guide, the "teammate" he wanted. He should be patient."

He smiled, looked at her and said "Okay." Then he turned and left without any hesitation.

The corridors of the execution office are paved with a special material that will magnify even the most agile sentinels' feet when they step on it.

Fu Guang listened to the footsteps gradually fading away until he could no longer tell the direction.

The sentry who came to pick them up also walked a distance away, and looked at the guide who was standing still with his head half tilted as if asking a question. Fu Guang then caught up with the sentry's footsteps. She looked at the back in front of her who also looked thin and said.

"Have I seen you before?"

"The guide has a photographic memory." The female sentry said calmly, but her words sounded full of gunpowder.

"There are too many barriers here. Guide, please follow my steps closely."

Although it looked like they were going straight ahead to the naked eye, they actually passed through five or six doors of different colors. The mental power left by Fu Guang at the entrance told her that they had already moved a long way to the upper right from their starting point.

"Is the place where each mutated Sentinel is contained different?"

The sentry in front of her had her neat uniform on her shoulder move. She didn't know why the guide behind her would ask such a question that had the answer. Should she say that he really was the owner of the talent of "seeing through"?

"Yes, Lord Xiguang is naturally different from those sentinels."

"What's the difference?" the female guide behind me asked softly. Hearing this was like a thin rope around my neck. It didn't hurt at ordinary times, but when it was suddenly tightened, I realized that the rope was wrapped around my fatal spot, holding my lifeline.

"Because he has a guide, unlike those mutated Sentinels whose birth and death are unknown."

The female sentry turned back and stared at Fu Guang for a long moment. Her expression remained cold, but a dark hue now flickered in her previously bright eyes. Her voice was icy as she asked, "Are you satisfied?" Hearing this response, she was stunned.

Guides and sentinels, supporting each other and relying on each other, what a joke!
Fu Guang smiled, his expression gentle, but his voice was like a bewitching siren from the deep sea, and his tone was firm as he said, "You are complaining."

If Fu Guang really was a siren, her next words would be, "What are you complaining about? Do you dare to face it?"

Face your dissatisfaction with the guide and your unwillingness to be a sentinel.
Perhaps such questioning was enough to break the sentinel's heart and make her confused.

But she was not, so Fu Guang just watched. The sentry in front quickened his pace and brought her to a wall that should have been a door, but was integrated with the surrounding white walls. He turned around and left in a hurry without saying anything or looking back.

Fu Guang watched the sentry walk away until he disappeared from her sight. She looked at the white Dongfeng wall in front of her for a while, then bent her fingers and tapped it lightly.

Clang, clang, clang.

After three sounds, before she could react, the wall that was identical to the one next to it suddenly cracked, and an arm stretched out, grabbing the prey at the door and bringing it into its own nest.

Fu Guang recognized the familiar spiritual power emanating from behind the door, so he did not hide and was obediently led in.

Before she could see clearly what was happening, she fell into a soft nest with a "plop".

As she fell into the "nest", soft golden feathers carried by the wind slid lightly onto her wrists.

In an instant, a hot hand grabbed my wrist, a shadow was cast in front of me, and a heavy body pressed down on me.

The dark golden eyes stared at her, like a beast seeing its prey, and the ear feathers that had not disappeared due to the abnormality trembled.

The hot breath sprayed on her collarbone. Fu Guang suppressed the idea of fighting back, but could not hide the tiny goose bumps on her skin.

"Xi Guang, what are you going to do?" Fu Guang slowly tightened her hand that was pinched on her wrist and clenched it into a fist. She still asked with a smile.

"What are you going to do?" This question seemed unnecessary at the moment, but Fu Guang always advocated "having a legitimate reason for doing something", so she wanted to see how the person in front of her would answer her question.

Has he lost his mind, or does he still have some sanity? Is he clearly aware of what he is doing?

Xiguang stared into the woman's eyes for a long time, then felt defeated. His dark golden eyes changed for a moment, and he lowered his head and released the restraint with his hands.

But he put his arms around the woman's slender waist, as if holding a large doll, and rested his head on her chest. He slowly closed his eyes to hide the moment when he smelled her scent, and the violent beating of his heart like a bell and drum, and the shameful and deep desires that rose up with it.

Fu Guang raised his free hand and touched Xi Guang's soft ear feathers. Only then did he have time to look up at this "nest".

The word "nest" is a perfect description of her current location, which looks very much like a nest built by birds.

The nest is like a semicircle of a rocking chair, with light feathers stacked layer by layer, arranged in an orderly manner, and tightly inlaid, like a fluffy cloud. Lying on it is like lying on a cloud that is just exposed to the sun and is about to flow, which is warm and safe.

Fu Guangguang took a quick look and found that there were thousands of feathers in the nest. She couldn't help but think of a question: Xiguang, will he become bald?