Sentinel is not good

The sentinel's eyes quickly adapted to the light, Song Jian blinked, and quickly saw Zhou Yun's facial features clearly, observing closely, Song Jian was stunned by the shock.

It is different from Qi Zhou's publicity, Yang Yu's indifference, and Chi Shu's sense of superiority.Zhou Yun, he... Song Jian doesn't know how to describe him, he looks very powerful, but he is not scary.

He has short black hair, combed back, and the high brow bone propped up the middle of the face.The corners of the eyes are sharp, the head of the eyes is not open, and the eye sockets press the eyelids into a crease.At first glance, the double eyelids are actually pressed out of the eye sockets.

The eyelashes and eyebrows are thick and dark.

This is an S-level guide, the deputy commander of Mobile Base No. 086, who can lead thousands of S-level sentries to fight collectively... Thinking about this ability and this scene, Song Qian trembled all over.

But the stronger the sentinel, the higher the damage rate, so I'd better be a trash picker obediently.

"Stand up, don't be so scared." Zhou Yun's voice became louder, "You...was awakened in your teens? Are you wearing glasses because...you can't see clearly?"

The bloody smell drilled into his nostrils, and Song picked up goose bumps all over his body, feeling a little scared. "Report sir, my eyes...couldn't see before."

"I couldn't see it before?" Zhou Yun waved his hand in front of him again, Song Jian's eyes were very bright, Zhou Yun was relieved, the sentry's eyesight was better than the guide's, "What about now?"

Song Jian looked at him blankly, Zhou Yun...doesn't intend to kill himself?I was so scared to death, I thought I was going to die today.

"Report sir, I..." But Song Jian's tongue was dry. A small sentinel is really useless in front of a big guide. What's more, he is really not a good person. Not only is he an undercover agent, but he often secretly does some serious violations of discipline. .

For example, smuggling wood and taking it to the base's underground market for trading.Any one of them can kill yourself a hundred times.

"Get up." Zhou Yun pulled him up, "Awakened in your teens?"

"Reporting sir, I awakened earlier than others. I awakened when I was almost 16 years old." Song Jian knew that his body condition could easily be misunderstood, and he was misunderstood as an S-rank sentry. "I am a B Class, number 10047B."

"Under the age of 16..." Zhou Yun looked at Song Jian's nose and calculated Song Jian's age, "Don't always talk about reports, we are talking in private. What tasks will the B-level sentry perform?"

"Report, sir, to recycle the metal waste in District 30." But Song Jian didn't dare not to report, he lowered his head slightly, covering a large area of ​​his face with his bangs.I always feel that Zhou Yun's eyes can penetrate his skin and see into his bones.

"Picking up trash?" Zhou Yun walked behind Song Jian, looked at his height, legs, and the width of his shoulders, "Is there any danger?"

Song Jian lowered his head. "Yes, sir."

Finally, Zhou Yun stopped in front of Song Jian. "Look up, you don't have to be afraid."

Song Jian raised his head, but turned his face sideways.

"Are you afraid of me?" Zhou Yun got very close at once, and with the released spirit, he lightly poked Song Jian's face.

Song Jian nodded, this was the first time he was so close to a guide.

Guides and Sentinels naturally need each other and act as protective shields for each other.Although artificial guides have been applied, a fake is a fake.In front of the real thing, the blood flow will speed up.

This is really a great guide, and you don't usually see it. Song Jian boldly looked over and fixed his eyes on Zhou Yun's neck.Zhou Yun's blood vessel protruded a light blue line, which was the blood flowing out of the heart, following it, it was as if he could hear the heartbeat.

Song Jian stared intently, as if he had heard it.

Zhou Yun smiled at Song Jian's distraction. "Little Sentinel."

Song Jian shivered and woke up. "Sorry sir, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." Zhou Yun started to unbutton the cuff buttons of his shirt, and also untied the black pointer from his belt, and threw it on the bed.

"I...sir..." Song Jian wanted to run away, but Zhou Yun was flexing his wrist, maybe he wanted to beat himself up with his own hands.But after thinking about it, it's not necessary, the guide can clean up the sentries with mental power, and he doesn't even bother to do it.

"Help me undress." Zhou Yun raised his chin and pressed Song Jian's hand on his shirt.

ah?Song Jian obeyed the order, Zhou Yun didn't want to clean up himself?Sure enough, he didn't embarrass the sentinel.The movement of unbuttoning the button under his hands was very unskilled and very clumsy. It took a lot of time to insert a transparent button into the buttonhole.

After unbuttoning a few buttons, Song Jian began to sweat.He hasn't done manual work for a long time.

"Your fingers are not flexible enough." Zhou Yun frowned again, as if troubled.Looking at the button that Song Jian was about to pull off, he didn't scold him.

"Report sir, the sentinel's clothes have no buttons, only zippers. When you wear them normally...ah!" Song Jian didn't finish speaking, and inadvertently tore off the buttons.

Finished, he stared at his masterpiece, the black shirt ruining himself.Zhou Yun, a big S-level guide, his shirt was torn by himself.

If this is discovered by the administrator, will he be charged with the crime of hooliganism of "tearing the guide's clothes and plotting to commit crimes"?

But he didn't lie just now. The sentry's clothes only had zippers, and there were no buttons in the stealth suit, overalls, or camouflage uniform.The battlefield requires them to gather quickly, and there is no time to put on buttonholes one by one.

Tie one more button, and the person may die.Zippers are more convenient.

Now I am not far from death, right?Song Jian didn't speak for a long time, maintaining this hooligan posture, not daring to move.He glanced at Zhou Yun and found that Zhou Yun seemed to be smiling.

Fortunately, Zhou Yun was not angry.

"Sir, I tore your clothes." Song Jian put the label of hooliganism on himself first, "I didn't do it on purpose. The sentry was strong and couldn't control it. I'm clumsy...I will pay for it."

"Compensation?" Zhou Yun opened his collar, "What do you plan to use to compensate?"

"I...how about this?" Song Jian turned his mind quickly, "I will join your escort team to protect you in the future, although I am only a B-level, but...but I can help you pick up trash, it's okay I can help you drive, and I can also...help you stand guard at night. As long as I don’t let me go to the battlefield to die, I can do anything.”

He was afraid that Zhou Yun would lose his temper, so he released Xiao Diu. "My snake can also protect you. It is a black mamba, although it...it is not big. If you want, I can give you a detailed introduction to this poisonous snake. It has bad eyes, but it has infrared sensors. Can search for any living enemy, really."

Just as Xiao Diu was about to crawl towards Zhou Yun, he stopped suddenly, turned around and ran towards the door.

After running away again, Song Jian carried it back shamelessly, and brought it in front of Zhou Yun. "Xiao Diu, this is Chief Zhou Yun."

He thought that Xiao Diu would get close to Zhou Yun immediately, but he didn't expect Xiao Diu to open his black mouth and pop out his fangs.

Song Jian was so frightened that he immediately stood still and gave a military salute.Xiao Diu was still very scared, but why was he so scared?

"Little lost? Has it been lost before?" Zhou Yun looked at the snake. Its scales were pitch-black and really not long enough. When it bulged its neck, it looked a bit fierce.He shook his head: "Put away the mental body first, I'm not angry."

"Obey." Song Jian quickly brought Xiao Diu back to his mental image, "It's just as long as you don't get angry...do you need me to do anything for you? If there's nothing else...shall I go first?"

Zhou Yun took off his shirt by himself, and when he threw down the shirt, his palms were all red. "Help me open the refrigerator."

Red palm?Song Jian finally understood why he smelled blood. The shirt was black, so he didn't notice it. In fact, the clothes were covered with blood. Zhou Yun might have just killed someone.

He stared at Zhou Yunqiu's strong and powerful back, every subtle movement would affect the muscles of his body, it was a shoulder that was wide and strong, stronger than anyone's back in memory.But the goodwill that had just been established suddenly disappeared again, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Don't kill me. Although I am an undercover agent, I have never provided any useful information... Song Jian made a standard turn back, walked forward for more than ten meters, and stopped.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Yun was carefully observing Song Jian's back, from head to toe, he could see that Song Jian had muscles on his body, and he could also see that he was far from being as strong as big muscles.Because I just came back from a mission, I'm a little thin.

"Reporting sir, I..." Song Qian turned his head cowardly, "What is a refrigerator, please give me instructions."

Zhou Yun looked at Song Jian for a while, then looked to the left, and said helplessly, "That."

So Song Jian turned left and walked towards a door that looked like a wall. He didn't blame himself for not seeing a refrigerator. There was no such thing in the refugee camp. Everyone in the mobile base ate canned food. Who knew what the refrigerator was for.

It may be used to store extra cans, which is similar to my small cabinet.

Song Jian opened the door curiously, and a burst of cold air rushed towards his face.He glanced at it and closed the refrigerator door again.

Why is it so cold in the refrigerator?

Trying again, he turned it on again, and there were lights in the refrigerator, and those lights came on when he turned it on, and went off when he turned it off.He tried several times, deliberately looking for the right and clever position, but the door just couldn't be closed, but the light went out.

It was so cold inside, it turned out that this was the refrigerator.

He opened the door again, and in front of him were all the green vegetables he had seen in books, pure green, stacked in clusters, with water droplets hanging on them.He rarely sees water, but there are water droplets in Zhou Yun's refrigerator?

And red, fresh meat.This was also the first time Song Jian saw the appearance of the meat clearly.

I often ate it when I was a child, but my eyesight was not good at that time, and I started to eat canned food after I woke up.It turns out that fresh meat is this color.

There are also red apples, the kind that Qi Zhou gnawed, Song Jian moved his nose, there was a rare fragrance.

A little sentinel who had eaten canned food for many years stood at the door of the refrigerator and swallowed.

"What do you want to eat?" Zhou Yun's voice appeared behind Song Jian, and his spirit floated around Song Jian, but he didn't dare to touch him.

Song Jian nodded without knowing it, wanting to eat.

"You can't usually eat?" Zhou Yun asked again.

Song Jian nodded, thinking, Zhou Yun needs to do something by himself in exchange for these foods.

"I want that apple...I can help you assemble the gun."

This was the only thing Song Jian could do.When I couldn't see clearly, my brother taught me.

"Gun?" Zhou Yun tilted his head and looked at him, "Has anyone taught you?"

"Well... my family taught me." Song Jian stared at the unfamiliar vegetables, "I'm very good at that, as long as you give me a gun, if I can't assemble it, you can execute me immediately. As long as it is the base I know all the guns in my pocket."

"Family... I really need your help." Zhou Yun raised his arms and closed the refrigerator door first, with a feeling of precarious weakness.

The cold air is gone, and the fruits, vegetables and meat are gone.Song Jian dutifully turned around: "Please give me instructions."

"Don't be afraid of me." Zhou Yun stared at Song Jian's face, from the bushy eyebrows, saw his eyes with deep folds, then the tip of his nose, and finally touched the corner of his mouth with his hand.

Song picked up and hid. "Sir?"

"After the mission is over, the guide needs to vent." Zhou Yun gently pushed Song Jian's hair back.

All the cheekbones are exposed.

It's not too different from the appearance when I was a child.One look, one look and you'll recognize it.

Song Jian was pressed against the refrigerator door by Zhou Yun.The insertion of the spiritual thread was weak at first, and gradually increased, and there was a strong traction force on the skin instantly, pulling his five senses and focusing on Zhou Yun.

As the intensity increased, Song Jian was dizzy, and countless hands were pulling him, causing a certain magnetic force between him and Zhou Yun's body, which the sentry could not resist.

The heartbeat was violent, and he heard the frequency of the two hearts echoing each other.Those threads formed a vortex, like a violent storm, enveloping him.

"Let me in." Zhou Yun pressed against his body, pressed his forehead against Song Jian's, and hugged Song Jian with the strongest spiritual link.

More mental filaments were slowly inserted into the back of Song Jian's head. Song Jian lost focus for a moment, and Zhou Yun actually gave him a little guide element... Before losing consciousness, he realized the difference between a real guide and an artificial guide guide injection.

Massage the cerebral cortex, soothe manic emotions.

Cool.

Zhou Yun's consciousness followed the spiritual thread, and once again stepped into this barren spiritual landscape.

Song Jian couldn't see it before, and the colors and details of many items were wrong.Their small tents are not so shallow, but deeper.The blanket was not dirty and had patterns.

Memories important to Sentinel guides will come back to life here in turn.Now there are two more people here than last time.

Because of my own arrival, the memory has been completed.

The sky seemed faded and dark, and an invisible boy stared blankly at the campfire, wiping his mouth with his hand.This is Song Jian.

"Brother, can you eat?" He asked the person next to him, and after asking, he climbed onto him and licked his mouth.

A boy who was older than him pulled out a boiled poisonous scorpion from the bonfire.The tip of the tail was removed, and it was gently placed in Song Jian's hand.

Song Jian recognized the shape of the food with his hands, and only took a bite. "Brother, you eat too."

"I've eaten. I'm not hungry. Pick it up." The boy's fingers were bleeding, and he wiped them as lightly as possible without making a sound, and then tightened the rope in his hand.

The other end of the rope was tied around Song Jian's neck.

"Chai, eat more." The young man leaned to the side, and when he looked at Song Jian, he smiled.

Zhou Yun walked over and hugged the little Song Jian, but this was just a memory, he couldn't hug him.Outside of the mental scene, Zhou Yun hugged Song Jian who had become a sentinel.

"Choice." Song Chan fell into a coma for a while, Zhou Yun pressed against his face, panting like an animal.The puppy has been lost for too long and has no smell of its own.

The author has something to say: sorry!Jinjiang has been unable to log in, and it is now fixed!bow!

Xiao Diu: What are the adults doing?