Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Chu Ziyu's consciousness emerged in the system space of 6872.

A translucent data stream passed through his fingers, reflecting the real-time images transmitted from the outside world.

The scene of Lin Ci'an going crazy on the training ground.

Chu Ziyu tapped the floating screen with his finger, "Did you see it?"

Chu Ziyu whispered to 6872, his fingertips tracing Lin Ci'an's tense face in the picture, "Even when he hates me... he's still so cute."

"6872, hack into the mission center and arrange a 'honeymoon trip' for Xiao An and me."

"Okay, boss."

The next day, the tower's mission hall.

Lin Ci'an stared at the task notification that suddenly popped up on the screen, his fingers almost crushing the electronic screen -

[Emergency Mission: Clear Abnormal Mental Pollution at Border Outpost]

[Executors: Lin Ci'an (Guide), Chu Ziyu (Sentry)]

[Task Nature: Two people are required, and the mission must start within two hours]

"what the hell..."

He sneered, his spiritual tentacles emitting blue lightning in the air, "Is there no one left in the tower?"

The guides around him all retreated.

Everyone knew that ever since the matching ceremony, the relationship between this S-class pair had become more unstable than a quantum bomb.

“Guide Lin.”

A cold voice came from behind, "I have received the mission briefing."

Lin Ci'an turned around abruptly.

Chu Ziyu had stood three steps away at some point, his silver-gray uniform buttoned meticulously to the collar, covering the mark of permanent union.

His face was still a little pale, but he stood as straight as a pine tree, as if it was not him who had fainted in the medical cabin that day.

Chu Ziyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but her voice remained steady: "The aircraft will depart in an hour."

He handed over a data chip. "Pollution Source Analysis Report."

When Lin Ci'an took the chip, the moment their fingertips touched, they both froze.

The link formed by the permanent union suddenly became active, like an electric current running down the spine to the brain.

Lin Ci'an quickly pulled his hand away, and the chip fell to the ground with a "pop".

“Can’t even hold something steady?”

He sneered, "It seems that an S-class sentinel is just this good."

Chu Ziyu silently bent down to pick it up, then left without saying a word.

This action caused his long silver-gray hair to fall from his shoulders, revealing an unhealed scar on the back of his neck - that was left when Lin Ci'an lost control during the matching ceremony.

Lin Ci'an suddenly felt his throat tighten, but he didn't say anything. He just followed the direction Chu Ziyu left.

The aircraft landed on the desolate border line.

The abandoned outpost resembles a steel skeleton, its outer walls covered with mutated vines, emitting a decadent and spiritually polluted atmosphere.

“According to the report, the source of the contamination is three floors underground.”

Chu Ziyu checked his weapons, his boots crushing the withered vines on the ground. "I suggest setting up a temporary mental barrier first."

Lin Ci'an leaned against the cabin door with his arms folded: "Are you scared?"

“This is standard procedure.”

Chu Ziyu assembled the pulse gun without looking up, his knuckles looking even paler against the metal parts. "If Guide Lin has a better plan..."

"Of course I do." Lin Ci'an suddenly leaned in close, his breath on the other's ear. "For example, I let you take the lead as bait."

He looked at Chu Ziyu, but what he said next caught him off guard:

"Can."

Chu Ziyu quickly put on his equipment, his silver-gray eyes as calm as an icy lake. "Please complete the purification while I attract your attention."

After a pause, he said, "I believe that with your ability, you won't make me wait too long."

(He agreed?)

Lin Ci'an narrowed his eyes.

In his previous life, Chu Ziyu would never accept a dangerous mission so calmly. That person was always good at calculating and would even package his death as a gift.

"rest assured."

He raised the corner of his mouth maliciously, "I will definitely take good care of you."

But when Chu Ziyu turned and walked towards the ventilation shaft, Lin Ci'an suddenly grabbed his tactical belt.

"and many more."

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, and immediately changed his tone to sarcasm, "Are you planning to die like this?"

Chu Ziyu stopped, his silver-gray uniform glowing coldly under the dim blue emergency light.

He tilted his head slightly, revealing a section of his white neck - there were still teeth marks left by Lin Ci'an when they were permanently united.

“Baiting doesn’t require tactics.”

He replied calmly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the pulse gun safety pin. "You said you would complete the purification."

(He knew it was dangerous, so why did he go?)

Lin Ci'an was startled by his sudden thought. The black cat spirit lashed its tail anxiously at his feet, its claws scraping against the metal floor with a harsh sound.

“…At least take this.”

He roughly pulled off the mental barrier generator from his neck, and the metal chain knocked red marks on Chu Ziyu's collarbone. "If you break it, I'll kill you."

Chu Ziyu's pupils shrank slightly. Fortunately, he had anticipated this. If this happened to him, how could he take advantage of it to play the victim?

This thumb-sized device is the life-saving talisman of S-level wizards and can provide absolute defense against mental pollution.

“Are you sure you want to give it to me?”

Chu Ziyu's thumb rubbed the groove on the edge of the device, where there were cracks that were difficult to see with the naked eye. "I heard that this is an ancestral heirloom of the Lin family..."

"Shut up."

Lin Ci'an pulled his hand back abruptly, but smelled the lingering chemical smell on his fingertips—a high-concentration sedative, a banned drug specifically used to paralyze the sentinels' nerves.

(He was injected with inhibitors in advance?)

The black cat spirit suddenly pounced on Chu Ziyu's wrist, and its sharp claws cut open the cuff.

The needle mark from the hypodermic syringe was particularly glaring on the pale skin, and there was an abnormal purple tint around it.

“Look.”

Chu Ziyu let the black cat sniff the needle hole, his voice as light as a sigh, "Inhibitors without the guide factor to neutralize will block the mental receptors."

He nodded at the barrier generator on his neck. "So this...is really useless."

Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly shrank. He knew what this meant—Chu Ziyu had deliberately made himself an "insulator," unable to receive the barrier's protection.

“Why the injection?”