Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The guides who were kicked out of the tower were worse than stray dogs.

Lin Ci'an curled up in a slum clinic, the decay of his mental picture causing him to have a persistent high fever.

"Why……"

Lin Ci'an asked hoarsely.

Chu Ziyu's military boots rolled over the broken glass on the ground, and when he squatted down, there was blood on his black uniform.

Chu Ziyu squatted down and gently stroked his sunken cheeks.

“You’re so clean, Xiao An.”

“Clean stuff…”

The mental tentacles poked into his shattered mental picture, "It's only fun when it gets dirty."

Crushed bit by bit.

Sharp, tearing pain exploded from the core of his mental image, as if someone had poked a red-hot wire into his brain and stirred it.

"Uh……!"

He hunched up suddenly, digging his nails into the metal rim of the medical bay, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

The taste of blood rose in my throat, and my ears were buzzing, as if Chu Ziyu's last gentle whisper was still echoing:

"Don't be afraid, the pain will go away soon."

--fraud.

The glass cover of the medical cabin suddenly opened, and the dazzling cold light pierced into the pupils.

Lin Ci'an instinctively raised his hand to cover his face, but froze when he saw his left wrist - there was a brand new mental monitoring ring there, with a blue light flashing steadily, indicating [Normal Heart Rate].

impossible.

He clearly remembered that the monitoring ring had been removed when it was abandoned in the underground clinic.

“Guide Lin?

Are you okay? "The nurse's voice came from above my head, "The matching ceremony will start in ten minutes, you need to..."

Matching ceremony.

The word stabbed like a knife into his temple. Lin Ci'an suddenly grabbed the nurse's wrist and asked, "What year and month is today?"

"March 217, 3 New Calendar..."

three years ago.

He was reborn.

Back to the day when my life was about to be ruined.

At the same time, in training room No. 3.

Chu Ziyu leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and took in the world story transmitted by System 6872.

The two first met during an old-fashioned matching ceremony.

At that time, Lin Ci'an was young and proud, with the sharpness unique to an S-level guide, but he reached out to this "monster".

He saw the subsequent deception and used false tenderness to erode Lin Ci'an's trust bit by bit.

Every spiritual counseling, every comfort combined with warmth, is a carefully designed trap.

Lin Ci'an's guide element was secretly extracted and made into chains to imprison him.

The day he saw betrayal, he grabbed Lin Ci'an's neck and crushed his mental picture with his own hands.

The guide's incredulous look, the black cat's dying wail, and finally its fate of being abandoned in the slums and rotting.

"Boss, the blackening value is 100%!!!"

Chu Ziyu didn't even raise his eyelids, and responded lazily in his mind: "What are you arguing about? This means that I have a lot of room for improvement."

The electronic voice of 6872 split, "Lin Ci'an's mental fluctuations carry the 'Mark of Death'. He is % back to kill you!"

"Oh?" Chu Ziyu finally opened his eyes, his silver-gray pupils shrinking slightly. "Isn't that... even more interesting?"

"What's more,"

Chu Ziyu chuckled in his sea of consciousness, his voice tinged with a hint of joking, "What does my secondary personality do? What does my main personality have to do with it?"

He stroked the silver wolf spirit at his feet, a smile on his lips.

The training room's surveillance cameras were transmitting live footage to the high-level conference room. Everyone saw the S-Class Sentinel coughing weakly. No one knew that 6872's wails were echoing through his mental link.

"Boss, can we please not try some fancy tricks?"

"This time is different."

Chu Ziyu stared at the door of the training room, the tip of his tongue touching his canine teeth, "This time... I want him to choose me personally."

The moment Lin Ci'an pushed open the door of the training room, the silver wolf spirit suddenly jumped up!

The huge beast rushed towards him with the cold wind, but suddenly froze when its sharp claws were about to touch his throat - the black cat spirit body stood in front of Lin Ci'an at some point, its fur standing on end and it let out a threatening growl.

"return."

A cold voice sounded.

The silver wolf immediately retracted its fangs and obediently retreated to its master's feet.

Lin Ci'an finally saw Chu Ziyu clearly.

The man stood in the center of the training room, his black combat uniform outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his silver-gray eyes like a frozen lake.

Completely different from the gentle and smiling look in his memory, Chu Ziyu now exudes a cold aura that keeps strangers away.

——He pretends to be very convincing.

Lin Ci'an clenched his hands at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.

He remembered how those eyes later turned a crazy golden color, and the other person's gasp of pleasure when his mental tentacles crushed the image.

"first meet."

Chu Ziyu took the initiative to speak, his voice like the wind blowing across the snowy plains, "I am Chu Ziyu."

He held out his hand, palm up, a gesture of weakness from a sentinel to a guide.

Lin Ci'an didn't move.

The air froze for a few seconds.

Chu Ziyu suddenly started coughing, and blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Silver Wolf rubbed his calf anxiously, and the fluctuations of his mental image passed through the mental force field detector in the training room, exploding a scarlet alarm on the screen.

"Sentry Chu!"

The medical officer in the observation room exclaimed, "Your mental threshold—"

"fine."

Chu Ziyu wiped the blood off and looked up at Lin Ci'an. This time, he smiled slightly, and spoke softly, so softly that only the two of them could hear:

"Do you hate me?"