Sentinel is not good

Song Jian regained consciousness, but the consciousness was in the mental picture, he was pulled in by Zhou Yun, and the spiritual link was not only broken, but also strengthened.

Very strong, he was pierced gently, the physical fatigue of the past few days was healed by the real wizard, and he felt peace.

and great physical comfort.

The sentinel finally found the guide, and his aggression was calmed down, like a wild dog being tied to a rope.

Immediately, strong emotions swept through Song Jian's mental landscape.

It was as if someone had set fire to his body, burning every nerve and cell in him.He felt that those spiritual threads inserted into every blood vessel, invaded, and tried to replace them, crawling all over his body.His emotions were involuntarily attuned, resonating with the guide.

He accepted Zhou Yun's emotions and understood the meaning of "venting".

is an emotional bombardment of a powerful guide.

If Sentinels are evolved weapons, Guides are the weapon receivers.The guide's overactive brain picks up all the emotions that flow through as they bolster the Sentinel charge.

With the burning feeling, Song Jian understood Zhou Yun.Spiritual attunement will change the environment in the picture. If the sentry is afraid of something, then when the guide is afraid, the thing the sentry is afraid of will appear.

The fire once burned Song Jian's small tent, burned a lock of his hair and fingertips, and almost burned him and Brother Little Wolf's wolf to death.He felt hopeless in the sea of ​​fire.

Now his mental image is about to burn.

The sound of heartbeat hit Song Jian's ear canal, even if he was not connected with the outside world, he could still feel the vibration.They overlapped each other in a squeeze hug, Zhou Yun couldn't control it, and wanted to vent all his emotions.

Guides are precious resources, not as powerful as Sentinels, so they are not allowed to reveal their full emotions, lest they be used by others.But facing his puppy, Zhou Yun seemed to have found a safe barrier.

Wolves and puppies can trust each other.

There will be deaths on the battlefield, and the sense of fear and pain felt by the sentinel when facing death is all gathered in the spirit of a guide. Even if Zhou Yun's mental wall is very strong, he still cannot resist everything.They poured into Zhou Yun's world like a gust of wind, and the guide himself couldn't dispel them.

It can't be driven away, it can only be transported out.

Now, Zhou Yun gave Song Jian his emotions.

The guide is the protective cover of the sentinel, and the sentinel is the refuge of the guide.

"Let me in." Zhou Yun felt Song Jian's fear, the puppy doesn't have to be brave, it can be timid.He pressed Song Jian's face and whispered in his ear.

Song Jian was penetrated by his spiritual threads, and the small house in the picture was crumbling.Countless emotions, like flint stones falling into the atmosphere, were thrown down, drawing straight lines in the air.Cracks appeared on the wall, and the gaps changed from small to large, until they were pulled tens of centimeters wide by the vibration of the ground, and then shattered.

The wall that fell to the ground was caught in the quicksand, and the surface of the sand turned into waves.Originally, only a small bonfire was affected and burned to the small orange tent.Soon, everything that could be seen was on fire, all orange flames.The cloth and wood smoked at the temperature of the fire, from the initial white smoke to pure black.

The ground was shaking and it was on fire.

Song Jian watched his mental image collapse.He was too weak to bear Zhou Yun's venting.He began to be afraid, and the first thought in his mind was to hide Xiaodiu.

He wanted Xiaodiu to be buried deep under the sand until he could no longer hear the sand rubbing against the snake's scales.

"Are you afraid?" It was Zhou Yun's voice.

Song Jian nodded, he might be ruined.

"Let me all in." Zhou Yun's voice penetrated from reality, "I need you to trust the guide."

Song Jian wanted to pick up the blanket on the ground, which he and his brother had covered together.But I couldn't move, I could only watch it burn, burning all the way to my feet.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.Song Jian was about to be unable to bear it anymore, Zhou Yun's mental thread was unable to fully penetrate due to his fear.There are still many silks wandering outside the not fully opened picture, they can force their way in, but they are waiting, waiting for Song Jian's permission.

If the sentinel didn't allow it, he would be frightened if he forced his way in. Song Jian looked at the wall that was about to collapse, and his legs were ablaze.But he still agreed, because Zhou Yun's despair hides a huge sadness of parting.

I can understand that my brother and I got lost.

All of them were opened in an instant, and what was waiting for Song Jian was a torrent of emotions.The sky in the mental image is completely red, like a huge meteorite entering the atmosphere and exploding in full force.More and more stones fell with the tail of the fire, and the small house in front of Song Jian began to appear upside down.

The falling fire and the flying wall left him at a loss, unable to tell which was real.He understood Zhou Yun's pain and acted as a channel to relieve the pain. The sentry's natural sense of mission made him want to protect the guide.

In the mental image, he heard Zhou Yun coming in, but he still couldn't bear his strength. Even though the walls of the small house had started to be rebuilt, he would still fall to the ground and fall into the collapsed sand.

Song Jian was about to fall in, he seemed to be sucked in by quicksand, when he fell in, he finally felt it, Zhou Yun hugged him tightly.

"Good job, Sentinel. Now I'm inside you."

Zhou Yun embraced him profusely with sweat, and Song Jian had already passed out completely.He didn't expect Song Jian's mental image to be so fragile, and he almost tore it down.

Whether it's a sentinel or a guide, it's going to be painful if the mental picture is torn down.

He carried Song Jian onto the bed and lifted the soft quilt.Sentinel's body is always sensitive, strong and fragile.He straddled Song Jian's waist and began to take off his clothes.

Wolves don't need clothes.

Zhou Yun took off his clothes and put on his clothes for so long that he almost forgot about the desert and the moon.He undressed Song Jian again, and wore those even if he didn't like puppies, with the back of an adult, no longer a 17-year-old boy, stroking Song Jian's shoulder and putting him on the pillow.

On the pillow, it has its own smell.

"Chai, grow up." He looked at Song Jian expectantly, resting his palm on the back of Song Jian's head, the primitive wildness was activated, he grabbed the hair on the back of Song Jian's head, and kissed him.

His tongue was inserted into Song Jian's mouth, panting heavily, pressing on Song Jian's body, and rubbing Song Jian's belly lovingly with the other hand.Growing up, the 15-year-old Cai has grown up. If it weren't for the deep memory of his appearance, he would really not be able to recognize a single back view.

I can still see myself, and I no longer have to touch my face pitifully and look around with my eyes open.

Zhou Yun's movements reveal the viciousness of a wolf biting, and he hasn't been like this for too long, too long.Here, one has to pretend to be a human being to survive. He grabbed Song Jian's hand again, and his hand grew up, but it was still smaller than himself.

He followed Song Jian's fingers and pressed his palms together, feeling extremely excited and active.Now his mood is happy, it is lost and found, and it is also a fluke.

Picking up did not die, picking up came back again.Zhou Yun bit Song Jian's chin, leaving tooth marks with each mouthful, like a wolf, licking Song Jian's mouth deeply, leaving scent and marks.

Zhou Yun froze for a moment when he touched the spike bracelet.He tucked his face into Song Jian's neck, rubbed his waist, and kissed down until the scar he had left with his own hands.

The cross-shaped scar is much lighter than before. Seven years have passed, but it is still here.Picking up has grown taller, and the scar looks bigger than before.

"Brother..." Song Jian hadn't woken up yet, but hummed in a coma, "I want to find my brother..."

Zhou Yun was stunned for a moment, strangled Song Jian's body, and kissed him, leaving scratches on his back one after another, making his heart numb with soreness.No matter how big the desert is, wolves can find each other. The appearance of Song Jian completely beat him back to his original state.

Until their bodies reacted, Zhou Yun was like when they were young, holding the little one with his palms and solving problems together.

"Pick it up." Zhou Yun called Song Jian in a loud voice, biting his lips with the tip of his teeth, increasing his strength, and his movements were urgent and fast.

When Song Jian woke up again, he thought he was dead.It took a few seconds before I remembered what happened before the coma.

It's just... where are my clothes?Song Jian looked at his naked body with a buzzing in his head.

"Are you awake?" Zhou Yun came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

Song Jian immediately jumped up from the bed, covering the little one with one hand and saluting with the other. "Report sir, woke up, and... and... that... the clothes are gone."

"I took off the clothes for you." Zhou Yun wore a set of black casual clothes, and his hair was washed again, with a few strands hanging down to his ears, "You were unconscious just now, let's wear this set first." Zhou Yun pulled it away Closet, find a few pieces, "Wear it well, I will give you other tasks."

"Thank you, sir." Song picked it up and put it on.Just now he used his mental image to vent his emotions, but now he took off his clothes. Sure enough, the guides are all lunatics.

The size of the clothes was not suitable. Song Jian started to button up the pants at the same time. He really didn't like buttons. In the past, because of his visual impairment, his brother put on the clothes. Later, he became a sentinel, and his clothes were all zippers.

When he was all dressed, he saw Zhou Yun take out two pistols from a drawer.

"Sir... are you going to destroy me?" Song Jian's lips trembled, "I don't want to die."

"Your hand speed is very slow." Zhou Yun sat in the leather chair, "Why don't you practice buttoning your buttons well?"

"Huh?" Song Jian was confused.

"On the battlefield, the price of being slow for a second is very serious." Zhou Yun pointed at his neckline.

Song Jian quickly fastened the remaining two. "Sorry sir, I'll be on the lookout. I'm... not very handy."

"And you rely too much on vision." Zhou Yun said helplessly.

What I taught myself, the puppy forgot all about it.

Song Jian didn't understand this sentence. If people don't rely on vision, what else can they rely on?What's more, I am a sentinel, so I can rely on my five senses.

"Turn back now and open the refrigerator." Zhou Yun said.

Song Jian obediently carried out the order, and the moment he opened the refrigerator door, his stomach growled hopelessly.

"Sir, what do you need?" Song Jian turned around.

Zhou Yun heard his stomach growl and smiled. "In the little drawer."

Song Jian opened the small drawer in the refrigerator. He had never seen the food in it, so he couldn't name it.

"These are called cakes. Take whichever you want to eat." Zhou Yun tidied up the table and waited for the meal.

Cake... Song Jian had never seen it before, but he remembered the taste.Qi Zhou passed by the sentry camp once, and when he spoke, there was a sweet smell.Later, the same sweet taste wafted from Yang Yu's mouth.

That should be the cake.

The drawer was full of small cakes, Song Jian stared at them in a daze, not knowing which one to get.In fact, he wanted to eat them all.But if he took it all, would Zhou Yun feel that he was greedy?

He stared for several minutes without moving.

"You can take it if you like, and you can also take vegetables." Zhou Yun walked behind Song Jian.

Song Jian turned his head too quickly and met those eyes. Zhou Yun looked over with a straight look. The refrigerator was emitting air-conditioning, and the bedroom was quite quiet, but there was the sound of wind chasers hitting the base outside the window.

The air suddenly thinned, and Song Jian's heartbeat quickened.

"Sir, I don't know which one to take. Can you give me both?" Song Jian's attention returned to the refrigerator.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to take so many...the one with red fruit is called strawberry." Zhou Yun opened two drawers, "The dark one at the bottom is called chocolate. These are all produced in the plantation of the base."

Strawberries, chocolate... Song Jian took one each, and some green vegetables, and brought them out together.Great, the treatment of the great guide is really good.

But when he thought of the despair that Zhou Yun absorbed, he felt a little pitiful for the guide.

Guides are emotional crowds in their own right, and take on so much more.

"Sugar is an important supplement for the guide." Zhou Yun sat back to his original position, "The neuron cells that make up the brain need energy, and they mainly function in the form of glucose. If there is not enough sugar, our body will collapse."

Song Jian was taken aback when he heard this, it was the first time he had heard of such a thing.It turns out...the guide isn't indestructible either.

"Do you want to have a taste first?" Zhou Yun asked suddenly.

Song Jian swallowed: "Sir, I don't need sugar, I won't eat it."

"I need it." Zhou Yun handed over a metal fork.

The author has something to say: I saw the comments yesterday, some people misunderstood this setting.The sentinel guide is mainly a spiritual link. Zhou Yun can pass his emotions to other sentries through a shallow link. It is not necessary to have xxoo in the abo setting to relieve it.

Xiao Diu: Chief Zhou Yun, so you are this kind of person!

Wolf Yun: Crazy suck puppy hook.