Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

Wen Shiyun's face darkened.

This time, the original body is really... a pure single-celled organism. It will explode if provoked by someone. It probably doesn't even know that it is being used as a gun.

The original person had already started to feel afraid and regretful the moment he got on the armored vehicle, but because of his face, he sat on the vehicle feeling very uncomfortable and refused to say a word.

In the original body's memory, she had indeed never successfully summoned a spiritual body, and the level was only calculated based on the initial assessment of her mental power.

This time she turned a disaster into a blessing. She accidentally tried to summon a spirit body and succeeded. After touching the spirit body, she also gained the memory of her original body.

-

After recovering from the memory retrieval, she hesitated for a moment and decided to go out and explore first.

There were footsteps coming from not far from the door.

"Ta-ta-"

It was the crisp sound of military boots stepping on the ground.

Wen Shiyun recognized it as soon as she heard it, and she hesitated and wanted to take back the half foot she had just taken.

Just as I was about to close the door, the man's hand pressed against it.

"Hello."

The man's voice was deep and rich, and at first glance it didn't seem offensive.

Wen Shiyun raised her eyes and looked at him carefully, her pupils slightly widened, and she was stunned for a few seconds.

So...big...

With dark brown hair, cold brown eyes, and a more exotic appearance, his facial features were bold and deep, and his two-meter height made it seem as if a giant was standing in front of her when she approached.

Wen Shiyun suddenly stepped back, her aura weakening slightly. "What are you doing standing at my door like this?"

"Ah, let me see what the guide who made Feng Yuan embarrassed looks like."

The corners of his lips curled up, his voice was steady, but he couldn't hear any oppression or provocation in his voice. It was like pure curiosity, and he said the most unpleasant words in a gentle voice.

"So...weak."

Wen Shiyun: “…”

There's no need to be so blunt.

She gave him a rude look and retorted,

"What happened? You bit me?"

"What's wrong? You were born S-rank?!"

Her small, fair face was puffy, as if a pinch would leave a mark on it...

"I was born S-rank, sorry."

The corners of the man's lips curled slightly, and as he spoke, he moved closer to her neck. His hot breath sprayed on the back of her neck, causing her to shiver.

Hidden in the back of her neck was the guide's most precious gland, unmarked and extremely sensitive.

At this moment, she felt his breath approaching, and she felt a sudden burning and strange shudder at the back of her neck, which made her whole body almost limp.

Wen Shiyun took a deep breath and couldn't help but take a step back. Her legs and feet felt weak and she almost fell backwards. The man pulled her back.

"Excuse me, ma'am, my name is Shixuyu."

It's really strange. If anyone asks, the men here are all weird.

Wen Shiyun frowned slightly, curled her lips, and looked a little annoyed.

The man was extremely gentlemanly. Upon seeing this, he quickly let go of her hand, and his cold brown eyes became noticeably darker.

He clearly felt that the moment he touched her, his spirit body seemed to move uncontrollably.

He lowered his eyes to glance at the woman, with a bit more scrutiny and observation.

His control is well-known in all galaxies in the universe. As long as he doesn't want to, no one can force out his spirit beast.

Even when he was injured and extremely weak during a battle in a chaotic galaxy outside the stars, he was not forced out of his spiritual form by the enemy.

Just now, he had only gotten a little closer to her gland, and his spirit body was already stirring.

His and her compatibility, perhaps...

-

Shi Xuyu's cold brown eyes dimmed slightly, but his expression remained calm, and his low voice carried a hint of joking.

"Miss, could you please show me your spiritual form and let me see how powerful you are?"

Knowing that she is only D-level, you still say this,

Wen Shiyun's face was inadvertently flushed, and her clear eyes glared at him with shame and anger.

"cannot!"

After she finished speaking, she closed the door. There was still some shame and anger in her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were tinged with red.

She sat on the bed, holding Xiaobai, who she had just learned to summon, in her arms with dissatisfaction, and playing with the cat's fur. As she played with it, the cat began to turn over and snore, obviously feeling very comfortable.

-

[Miss Jiaojiao is actually quite cute (whispering). I don't think her personality is annoying.]

[Just because she threatened to make Hei Xu a dog, I respect her courage. Hei Xu is very good at holding grudges, and he hates being called a dog the most.]

[The problem is, they didn't seem to mention that the dog they were training was him. It seems like Hei Xu put himself in the situation.]

[How funny! I feel like I'm somehow alive. An S-rank Sentinel isn't that unreal, really. They're pretty much like ordinary people, right?]

"You haven't seen an S-rank Sentinel go berserk. It's terrifying. Otherwise, why would the guide be so afraid of the Sentinel?"

[But the young lady is quite capable. She's the only one who saw all three S-rank Sentinels the first time she entered the Black Room: Hei Xu, Feng Yuan, and just now, Shi Xu Yu. Oh, I'm so looking forward to it!]

I can't wait to see tomorrow. Will Miss Jiaojiao really succeed in training the dog? Although it's likely that she's been trained more often, I can't even imagine how brutal an S-class sentinel can be.

【I also! 】

......

The next day, early in the morning.

A cold, mechanical sound came from the room. It was the sound amplification machine that StarCraft installed in every room to facilitate the live broadcast process.

"Everyone, please gather in the lobby. Guides and sentries will be randomly assigned this time to attempt the first spiritual connection."

"The Sentinel will assess your mental endurance to see if it's suitable for staying in the Black Room. If you fail the first assessment, you will be expelled directly from the Black Room."

This is actually a screening and narrowing of the guides to a certain extent, and it is also the last chance for the interstellar high-level to give the guides to withdraw.

-

Wen Shiyun came down from upstairs, obviously dressed up carefully.

The one-shoulder pink and white haute couture miniskirt was like a ribbon winding around her arms and spreading to the big bow behind her. Her long, silky black hair hung down and entwined back and forth, and her translucent white skin was faintly visible, like translucent jade.

If ordinary people saw her, they might think that her clothes were too exaggerated.

But in fact, among the luggage she sent via Interstellar Logistics, only this piece of clothing was relatively casual.

Other dresses were more formal and almost impossible to wear out on a normal day.

The guides who had arrived earlier looked at her strangely, and seemed extremely puzzled by her elaborate appearance.

As soon as she went down, the guides naturally stood aside, as if there was a dividing line between them, and no one communicated with her.

Wen Shiyun's eyes were light, but she knew what was going on.

The original body's spoiled and glamorous appearance was not acceptable among the nobles, and she was ostracized here, which was a thankless task. Only a noble lady who had never felt pain could be so self-centered.

She vaguely heard the guide's whispered conversation.

"You're dressed so well to steal the spotlight, right? Even nobles are trying to steal this opportunity from us ordinary people. It's speechless."

"That's right, otherwise how could a noble lady who always looks down on common people participate in this interstellar live broadcast?"

Wen Shiyun didn't even frown. She had heard much more boring verbal attacks at aristocratic banquets than this.

Before she could open her mouth to refute, a clear and loud voice interrupted them from behind.

"What's wrong? You don't wear pretty clothes because you don't have nice dresses? You can only rely on isolation."

A woman in a black guide suit pushed them aside and stood beside her, her face slightly cold and heroic.