Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Lin Ci'an shouted in the hot wind.

The black cat nimbly leaped over the cracked ice and carried him towards the tall tower.

The closer you are to the tower, the higher the temperature.

The soles of Lin Ci'an's boots began to melt, and his spiritual contacts were burned red by the heat. When he finally broke into the tower, the scene before him made him breathless.

Chu Ziyu was suspended in the center of the tower by seven chains.

The silver hair had long been soaked with blood, sticking wetly to the pale cheeks and neck, and the ends of the hair were even curled and burnt due to the high temperature.

The red-hot metal chains coiled around his body like poisonous snakes, searing deeply into his flesh.

"What are you doing?!" Lin Ci'an rushed forward and tried to tear off the chains.

“Don’t touch!”

Chu Ziyu raised his head suddenly, his left eye turning golden. "These chains... are preventing it from coming out..."

"it?"

Before he could get a response, the entire tower suddenly shook violently. Lin Ci'an instinctively deployed his mental shield, but the moment he looked up, he was met with a pair of crimson eyes through the hole in the tower's roof.

The eyes flashed, but Lin Ci'an's blood froze instantly - that was definitely not a spiritual body, but a complete consciousness, looking down at them condescendingly.

"Concentrate... channel..."

Chu Ziyu reminded with difficulty, his voice already hoarse.

Lin Ci'an forced himself to look away and wrapped his spiritual tentacles around the red-hot chains.

The most basic image repair technique was performed, the temperature of the chain began to drop, and Chu Ziyu's tense body gradually relaxed.

As the dredging progressed, rain began to fall on the burning snowfield.

The rain doused the flames, and the boiling lake gradually calmed down. When the last spark died out, Chu Ziyu fell forward in exhaustion, and was caught by Lin Ci'an.

“What is that…?”

Lin Ci'an asked in a low voice, his eyes still fixed on the empty hole at the top of the tower.

Chu Ziyu's body stiffened for a moment, then he shook his head: "It's just... the self-protection mechanism of the mental image..."

This lie was too clumsy, but Lin Ci'an did not say anything else.

Lin Ci'an's spiritual tentacles were still entangled in Chu Ziyu's spiritual picture, and he could clearly sense that the other party was lying.

The scarlet eyes on that tall tower are definitely not an ordinary "self-protection mechanism".

That feeling of oppression, that almost tangible malice.

(What is hidden in Chu Ziyu's spiritual landscape?)

Lin Ci'an slowly withdrew his spiritual tentacles and did not continue to ask questions.

He knew that given Chu Ziyu's current condition, forcible investigation would only cause his mental picture to completely collapse.

Back to reality, the alarm pierced the air sharply and the emergency lights in the medical bay turned a glaring scarlet.

Chu Ziyu's silver hair was soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his neck, which was abnormally flushed.

His pupils shrank into a thin line, his left eye was completely occupied by gold, but his right eye still stubbornly maintained the last bit of clarity.

"Lin Ci'an..."

He gasped, his voice hoarse, "...get out."

Lin Ci'an didn't move.

The black cat spirit stood in front of the door with its fur standing on end, its tail slapping the metal floor anxiously.

He could smell the cedar pheromones surging in the air, so thick it was almost tangible, sweeping through the cabin like a blizzard.

“You can’t hold on.”

Lin Ci'an took a step forward, his combat boots crushing a falling empty bottle of inhibitor. "I won't leave this time."

Chu Ziyu's knuckles made a terrible cracking sound.

He suddenly jumped up and threw Lin Ci'an against the wall.

The metal bulkhead groaned under the weight, and the back of Lin Ci'an's head hit the cushion. In a daze, he saw the other party's bloody canine teeth close at hand.

“You’ll regret this…”

Chu Ziyu's breath was frighteningly hot, and the knees against his throat were shaking. "I can't control it..."

The spirit of the snow wolf flickered between reality and images, sometimes rubbing the black cat's back gently, and sometimes violently biting its neck.

This contradiction is embodied in Chu Ziyu - the veins on his hand that was pinching Lin Ci'an's neck were bulging, but he gently stroked his Adam's apple with his thumb.

Lin Ci'an suddenly laughed.

He tilted his head back to expose his glands, and the moment the collar of his combat uniform was torn open, his sweet guide essence exploded.

“Then don’t control it.”

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

When Chu Ziyu's canine teeth pierced the gland, Lin Ci'an's eyes turned white with pain, but he held on to the other's trembling back tightly.

Blood flowed down the neck into the collar, mixing with sweat to create a sticky feel.

He almost bit Lin Ci'an to leave marks on his body, but then he licked the wounds nervously when he heard a muffled groan.

"Mine..." Chu Ziyu pressed her hand against his forehead, panting. A terrifying possessiveness surged in her golden pupils. "Always..."

Lin Ci'an was also affected by the combined heat, but he still had a trace of consciousness.

He bit Chu Ziyu's lip and sneered in the smell of blood: "Aren't you going to remove the mark? What's the point of looking like this now?"

Chu Ziyu suddenly grabbed Lin Ci'an's waist and pushed him to the floor of the medical cabin.

"You clearly..." His blood-stained silver hair fell in front of Lin Ci'an, and his voice was hoarse and broken, "...you know better than anyone that I can't escape."

Lin Ci'an's spiritual tentacles were like chains wrapped around Chu Ziyu's limbs, and the thickest one even ambiguously tightened around his waist and abdomen.

It entangled Chu Ziyu's consciousness, forcing his spiritual picture to open up to itself until they were completely integrated.

Lin Ci'an's guiding element was also being injected into the other person's body through the blood, burning a never-ending fire in the blood vessels.

(Three days later, Tower Headquarters)

Lin Ci'an slammed his fist on the conference table. The S-level guide's mental pressure caused sparks to fly from the electronic devices in the room. "Who altered the mission report?!"