black tower

After a soft sound, the door of Han Jun's bedroom opened automatically in front of Zhao Hongguang.

"Brother, you woke up so early?" Zhao Hongguang looked at Han Jun who had already sat up.

Han Jun smiled lightly, probably because he was too tired, and his smile seemed a little perfunctory: "Maybe I used too many sedatives in the black tower, and my body has drug resistance. But I also feel that I haven't had too much rest. Okay, how about you let me squint for a while?"

"Uh, that's fine. I'm making breakfast, do you want to eat before going to bed?"

Of course, Zhao Hongguang couldn't do his best in cooking, but he could at least guarantee that he would not poison Han Jun to death.

"No need, you can eat first. I'll sleep for a while." Han Jun didn't accept Zhao Hongguang's kindness, and he lay down again rubbing his brows.

Zhao Hongguang nodded, and when he was about to leave the room, Fei Jiu suddenly flew towards Han Jun.

"Huh?" Han Jun saw the chubby tit jumping onto the quilt as soon as it came, and couldn't help smiling, "Why do you want to rest with me too?"

Feijiu's target was of course not Han Jun. It chirped and jumped on the quilt until it saw Han Jun's spiritual body, the white tiger, appear on the bed.

The big white tiger opened its mouth and yawned, and lay down beside Han Jun. Due to the fluctuation of Han Jun's mental state, its own state was also a little sluggish. From time to time, it raised its eyes to look at Zhao Hongguang who was standing at the door, hoping to get the other party's support. soothe.

But without waiting for Zhao Hongguang to make a move, Fei Jiu immediately abandoned Han Jun and flew onto the opponent's head after seeing the white tiger appear.

Fat Jiu rubbed against the white tiger's thick and dense hair, and let out a crisp cry happily.

And because Zhao Hongguang has already established a spiritual connection with Han Jun, the spiritual light flow produced by this intimate contact between the spiritual bodies immediately traveled all over the white tiger's body, bringing it an indescribable comfort.Baihu trembled all over, his hair fluffed up, almost knocking Fei Jiu off his body.

"Oh, Xiaobai seems to enjoy it." Han Jun lying on the side reached out and touched Baihu's buttocks. Over the years, he was actually very ashamed of his spiritual body. Once near death.

"After all, we are spiritually connected." Zhao Hongguang, who originally wanted to go downstairs to continue cooking, also came over.

He smiled and sat down beside the bed, stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the white tiger, the direct comfort from the guide would allow the comfort felt by the spiritual body to be passed on to his master on a deeper level.

"Brother, I'll watch you sleep before leaving."

"Alright."

Han Junyan obediently closed his eyes. Although the sedative did not work in his body, this over-tired body really needed to rest.

Looking at Han Jun, Zhao Hongguang stretched out his arms and hugged the white tiger that was looming into his arms. He stroked the big cat tenderly until the other cat was so comfortable that he blew out a snot bubble.The mental body was extremely relaxed, and Han Jun finally felt a little drowsy. Although he could not fall asleep completely, the feeling of half-dream and half-awake was enough to rest his body and mind.

Of course, Fei Jiu didn't miss this good opportunity. While the big white tiger was asleep, it pecked some shiny hairs from the mane of the big white tiger and secretly brought them back to Zhao Hongguang's spiritual sea.

Seeing Fei Jiu's actions, Zhao Hongguang wanted to reprimand him, but then he remembered what he did to Han Jun last night, and immediately shut his mouth obediently.

Sure enough, this little fat bird brought itself down.

Looking at the white tiger and its owner sleeping next to him, Zhao Hongguang still had the illusion that he was in a dream.

He never thought that monitoring and taking care of the hero in his heart would become his first job personally assigned by the tower district executive committee. It seemed that the tower district executives intended to train him to be a guidance and restoration guide.However, after peeping at the deep rose plant in Han Jun's spiritual barrier, he accepted the job calmly, and even made up his mind to become a better guide than Wei Chen.

Because only then can he be worthy of his own hero.

During the one-year monitoring period, the Ta District’s request for Han Jun is very simple. To sum up, it is to ask the other party to take a good rest. Any act of force, let alone the other party's interference in any tasks and affairs involving the tower area.

And in order to stabilize Han Jun's condition and reduce the occurrence of accidents, the Tower District also required Han Jun to use sedatives.

In Zhao Hongguang's view, such a request is very simple. Han Jun only needs to eat and sleep well, watch movies and do exercises at home, and he can perfectly fulfill the requirements of the tower area. After a year, when Han Jun's condition is completely stabilized , Tower District will naturally arrange corresponding work for him.

After all, Han Jun's current age is still ten years away from the earliest retirement period. What's more, because the physical fitness of the chief sentinel is higher than that of ordinary sentries, the retirement period will often be delayed for many years. Like Qin Yongnian, he is already in his 50s There are also former Chief Sentinels who are still active.

A year later, presumably Han Jun will pick up that pitch-black saber again and continue to guard the tower area. At that time, the opponent may need a stable and matching guide even more.

Zhao Hongguang had already made up his mind, and when Han Jun picked up the saber again, he offered to have a physical union with him, completely becoming the other party's matching guide.

Regardless of whether Han Jun agrees or not, he finally did what he should do.

"Brother, dinner is ready." Zhao Hongguang picked up the plate and called out to Han Jun who was playing games in the living room.

Han Jun put down the game controller and walked over. He glanced at the simple dishes on the dining table, and went straight to bring over the red wine he bought last night.

"It's okay to drink with me." Han Jun picked up the bottle and shook it at Zhao Hongguang with a smile.

"This glass of wine congratulates you for successfully leaving the Black Tower."

Zhao Hongguang is a good boy who seldom drinks, but since it is Han Jun's kind invitation, he can't refuse it.

Now, there are vegetables on the table, meat in the bowl, someone he likes on the opposite side, and a pair of lovely spirits beside the table. The scene in front of Zhao Hongguang is just like the family life he yearns for.

Han Jun raised his glass and touched Zhao Hongguang lightly. He smiled and took a sip of the wine. The long-lost sourness stimulated his sense of taste instantly, and the white tiger lying at his feet also trembled.

"I didn't expect to be able to leave there alive, let alone, I still miss Dr. Lin's pervert." Han Jun turned his head and looked out of the window. In the black tower, there is no difference between day and night, only sleepiness and sleepiness. Waking up alternately in a daze.

"Doctor Lin, he can't help it. After all, brother, you are too scary to be mad." With Han Jun's open-minded personality, Zhao Hongguang doesn't think that the other party is still resenting Lin Shaoan, but he also understands that the other party will treat him in the black tower. Feeling resistance in the days of the day, it was indeed a painful and long process.

"I can't help myself, who isn't?" Han Jun chuckled, he was in high spirits today, and soon drank most of the bottle of red wine into his stomach.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, after Han Jun finished washing, Zhao Hongguang was already waiting for him in the bedroom with his medicine box in his arms.

"If you can trust me, let me do it myself. I'm afraid you'll prick me a few more holes in my body." Han Jun laughed while wiping his freshly washed hair. He didn't like to use a hair dryer very much, but Wei Chen When he was still there, he could always patiently dry the other party's hair.

Han Jun tried his best to make his expression look very natural. He deceived Zhao Hongguang about the injection of sedatives, but as he said, in order to find out the truth, he couldn't help himself.The regulations restricting him in the tower area obviously conveyed an attitude: that is, some people don't want him to be involved in the tragedy that almost led to the destruction of the Guardian back then.But after he learned from Qin Yongnian that Wei Chen might not be dead, how could he stay out of it.

Even though the truth to be faced may be much crueler than he thought, Han Jun still decided to face it alone.

This can also minimize the harm to the people around him. Han Jun quietly stared at Zhao Hongguang, a child who was not deeply involved in the world. As the quasi-chief guide to succeed Wei Chen, I really can't drag him into danger.

"Is there anything I can't believe in you, brother." Zhao Hongguang had no doubts about Han Jun, he sneaked an extra glance at the other's pectoral muscles that were still dripping with water, and there were only two words in his mind at this moment: satisfied.

Ling Feng's sudden visit made Xu An's heart full of pain and entanglement. After hearing that Han Jun had left the Black Tower, he really wanted to see him, but he was ashamed to appear in front of Han Jun in his current state.

"Brother An, someone asked you to come out." The boy at the bar found Xu An hiding here smoking in the stairwell of the safe passage.

"Who is it?" Xu An frowned, and now he was worried that Ling Feng would kill him again when he heard someone calling him to come out.

"I don't know. But I feel like a sentinel." The younger brother shrugged. In fact, the gimmick of their bar is to allow ordinary people to enjoy the service of supernatural beings. However, the number of supernatural beings who come here for entertainment in the past two days seems to be more than usual. few.

"A superhuman again?!"

The wound on Xu An's body from being kicked by Ling Feng was aching. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and waved his hand vigorously with the cigarette butt in his hand, "Just say I'm not feeling well, and I can't come out."

"But..." The younger brother paused, because he had already seen Han Jun walking towards him.

"Xu An, the boss is here to see you." Han Jun folded his hands and stood at the entrance of the corridor. He was wearing sunglasses, and no one could see his expression at this time.

"Boss..." The cigarette in Xu An's hand fell to the ground, and even his voice became trembling. It was hard to tell whether he was excited or sad, but a choked sound soon appeared in his throat cry.

"I'm sorry." Xu An lowered his head. Although he couldn't see Han Jun's expression, he believed that the other party must be extremely disappointed in him.

Han Jun walked over slowly, he sighed softly, stretched out his hand and pulled Xu An to his side, patted Xu An's trembling back like a brother.

"It's okay. With the boss here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."