Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 56 Marshmallow

The wings flapping on the light elf's back gradually fell down and stuck to its spine. It glanced at the blue eggs rolling on the clouds.

It closed its eyes tightly, as if it had made some decision, and the whole elf glowed with a layer of golden light in Fu Guang's palm.

The golden halo above his head shone brightly.

The golden elf turned into a small sun, feeling warm when held in the palm of your hand.

A slightly cool hand patted the halo that was about to merge into the "sun" and asked, "What are you doing?"

Fu Guang interrupted the light elf's sacrificial act, and said in a voice as light as a crescent moon, "It's just a simple temporary mark. It shouldn't require the power of the origin."

Fu Guang didn't expect the light elf to keep its promise so well. Although she couldn't understand what the elf was doing, she couldn't have sensed the breath of the original power wrongly.

In her eyes, the original power belonging to the Sentinel smelled sweet and soft, like a soft, sweet, and fluffy marshmallow that wrapped around the lips and tongue when bitten.

Half of the light elf's body turned into light mist, leaving only a pair of eyes. It seemed to be dazed, blinking babakaba.

Fu Guang stretched out his hand to pull the light elf out of the light mist. The light mist flowing on the elf seemed to stop for a moment, and the next moment the elf's small palm rested on Fu Guang's palm.

It looked at Fu Guang, pulled the wings behind it to the front of its body, and pulled out the sharpest flight feathers at the top of the wings.

It was obvious that the elf was in pain, so it handed the feather to Fu Guang and kept blowing on it.

Fu Guang smelled the sweet power of origin surging, and the feathers on the elf's wingtips slowly grew out, but the elf's shiny body became much dimmer.

The feather fell into Fu Guang's hand and instantly became longer, like a golden feather pen, light and fluttering.

Fu Guang looked at the flight feather carefully. The wings were the most important part of the elf. This flight feather should be a token of its promise. With it, the sentinel could obey her orders without her having to pay anything.

She looked up at the elf and said, "It's a contract, so it won't change."

She extended her hand, and a drop of blue water rose and merged into the pale golden elf. Blue light enveloped its entire body, gradually converging beneath its eye, forming a blue teardrop.

As time goes by, the moment when the tear mole completely disappears is the moment when their contract ends.

The familiar big fish appeared in the clouds for a moment and then disappeared.

Fu Guang patted Xiao Lan, who seemed to be enjoying the scenery but was actually secretly eating seriously.

With a warning in his eyes, Lan Dan rolled over to Fu Guang's hand and rubbed it affectionately, indicating that he was sure that the sentry would not discover him.

Holding the blue egg in his arms, Fu Guang's figure faded away in his mental picture.

Although there were some errors in this contract, it ultimately achieved the expected results.

Fu Guang opened her eyes. Her hand was still held by the sentry. She did not pull it back and poked the jade mask. It was warm and stiff, and her fingertips felt a little painful.

She withdrew her hand from the sentry as if nothing had happened, completing a task, and Fu Guang was in a good mood.

Looking at the sentry's straight nose, smooth jaw, and the blue teardrop mole half-hidden by the jade-colored mask, she asked, "Is wearing a mask a custom in your hometown?"

The sentry had just opened his eyes, a streak of blue flashed across his pale golden pupils, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "No."

Fu Guang transformed the golden feather into the length of her forearm. She stood up and poked the lock in the room. "Do you mind if I use it as a pen?"

"Whatever you want." The sentry followed closely, his tall figure looming over Fu Guang.

Fu Guangtou didn't even turn around and slowed down his movements.

After a moment, she turned around and looked at the sentry with dissatisfaction, saying, "Please move aside, you're blocking the light."

Xiguang silently condensed a ball of light in his hand and handed it to Fuguang. The room suddenly became bright, but the flash caught Fuguang's eyes.

Fu Guang pinched his fingertips and said with a forced smile, "Sentinel, turn down the brightness."

As long as she's not in danger, Fuguang has very high standards for quality of life and doesn't want to suffer any loss, which is commonly known as being delicate. Just because she can tolerate strong light doesn't mean she has to operate in it on a daily basis.

She leaned on the operating table, crossed her arms, and watched Xiguang's movements. She didn't want the next year to be a bad year.

She recruited people to make things easier for herself, not to cause trouble for herself. If nothing else worked, she could only position Xiguang as a thug.

Xiguang obediently judged from the face that was unable to tell whether the light was in the most comfortable range for Fuguang.

The elf appeared and snatched the ball of light from Xiguang's hand. Holding the ball of light, which was almost the same size as itself, it quickly adjusted it to what it thought was the best point according to its intuition and brought it in front of Fuguang.

The ball of light is a little dim, but it can illuminate things.

Just right, Fu Guang took it and put it on the operating table, turned around and started typing.

The machinery, electricity, and elemental forces all worked, and at a certain point, Fu Guang ejected the water element.

"Bang." The door opened in an instant, and the sound echoed throughout the villa.

"So soon, are you done?" Five people were standing at the corner of the corridor near the door.

Cicada wings, sparse tung trees, flowing clouds, thunder bamboos, and green maples.

Hearing the sound, they all turned around to look.

The one walking in the first place was Fu Guang, followed closely by a tall sentry, on whose shoulder sat a light elf holding a ball of light.

The child has grown up.

Chan Yi thought of this sentence for some reason.

Contract sentinels, emerging from their brilliance, rush to the battlefield. Every guide goes through this process. After going through it all, the final survivor will support the crumbling federation.

She looked at the graceful young girl. With her superior talent, great potential, outstanding mind, and excellent ability to handle things, it was no surprise that such a child would reach the top.

As long as no one hurts her.

She collected her thoughts and walked back to the living room with Fu Guang.

Ting Zhu walked slowly and fell behind Xi Guang. He immediately stretched out his hand towards the ball of light in the elf's hand, but Xi Guang raised his arm to block it. The two of them collided with a "clang" sound of bones.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly.

"If you want to fight, get out." Fu Guang said without turning back, his tone stern, "If you break something, get out of here."

"Sir, is it done now?" Liuyun had not sensed the new mental power, so he had this doubt.

Shu Tong glanced at his dazed brother and explained on Fu Guang's behalf, "It's a temporary contract. It won't connect to the spiritual network."

Everyone says there is a spiritual network, so why did Shu Tong say it in person?
On the one hand, Shu Tong also felt threatened by the S-class sentinels, not in terms of force, but she was worried about whether Lord Fang would dislike them.

After all, she and her brother are only A-level, and there is very little they can do for adults.

Fu Guangwo returned to her rocking chair and waved to the depressed-looking Snow Bird siblings to come over.

"What are you thinking about?" She waved her hand, and the spirit bodies of the two siblings appeared from nowhere and landed on the back of the rocking chair.

Chirp. The two snow-white birds were plump, like little white balls.

Fu Guang touched the little heads of the snowbirds one by one, and the brother and sister instantly became more energetic.

"Senior Qingfeng, has the blood-sucking vine been resolved?" Qingfeng was the main force that came back this time to resolve the problems left by the blood-sucking vine. Except for the first day, he had been busy and they had never met.

"I have some troubles and need your help." Qing Feng looked at Fu Guang with his azure eyes.

(End of this chapter)