Professional God

Chu Ze had a long and terrible dream.

In the dream, he was standing on a barren snow field.The sky and the earth are all white, and the up and down are hazy, and it is impossible to tell the direction.The four directions are open and open, silent.

Snowflakes fluttered down silently, falling on the tips of his shoulders and hair, not only where they came from, but where they went.

He was cold all over, and looked around in a panic.He saw a towering tower in the distance of the snowfield. The pure white tower was straight and slender, straight into Qingming, like a crown standing on the snowfield.He subconsciously wanted to escape, to stay as far away from that tower as possible, as far away as possible.

He stretched his stiff legs and struggled to move forward in the snow field.

A series of deep and shallow footprints were left in the pure white snow, but they were quickly buried by the overwhelming snowstorm.He couldn't find a direction, and he didn't know where the way out was, so he could only keep looking for one direction endlessly.But every time he turned his head, the white tower still stood there quietly, neither farther nor closer, like a nightmare, like a tarsal maggot.

He fell into the snow in despair, tears fell silently on his cheeks, and he struggled to crawl backwards with his hands and feet.The near-crazy pain pushed him to the brink of collapse. A corner of his soul was mutilated, and his flesh and blood were cut open and turned outward, just like the tower was the collapsed corner of his world.The wandering loneliness was driving him mad.

He wanted to destroy something hysterically.His heart was so angry that it was about to burst, he wanted the world to collapse, and he wished that the whole world would be buried with him.

You are all going to die, all of you are going to die for me!

Give him back to me... Get out of here... I have nothing fucking left, why don't you all die! ! !

He roared silently, scratching wildly with his hands in the cold snow.

Suddenly someone hugged him from behind.He fell silent all of a sudden.

He fell into an unstoppable obsession and ecstasy.

He heard the steady and clear heartbeat from the place where the other person's chest was close to his back.After a while, the scorching blood flowed through the flesh, like magma flowing on the red ground.He calmed down inexplicably, quietly curled up in this familiar embrace, letting the other party's powerful pheromones wrap him.

A raging fire ignited on the snow field.

With the two of them at the center, fierce flames suddenly swept away, dispelling the cold and dead fog.The flames are jumping, like the rhythm of life pulse, steady and gentle.Chu Ze was surrounded by the strong smell of sentinel pheromone—it was the same smell as these flames.It is not the scorched aroma of burning protein, nor is it the smell of firecrackers or sulfurous smoke of war, but a bright, pure and warm smell that seems to burn everything in the world to nirvana.

Chu Ze's tears could not stop falling.

This is... his sentinel.

His treasure, his warmth, his life partner, the half of his soul, his eyes, his ears, his hands, his heart...

This is his lover, the deep love he wants to beg for all his life, how can he forget it?

The people behind hugged him tightly, and the spiritual world opened to him defenselessly, mingling with the ice and fire of this snowy field.Souls are most closely combined from the depths, lingering, invading and entangled with each other, filling each other's emptiness.

100% fit, 100% compatibility.That kind of mental tremor that was so beautiful that it made people tremble all over made Chu Ze go limp, trembling and collapsed into the opponent's arms, relying on the opponent to support himself like a soft and boneless jellyfish.The person behind him sighed softly in his ear, and the sweet and fatally seductive pheromone immediately inspired his instinct as a guide, abandoning all reason, and obeying the control of his sentinel.

The gorgeous fireworks melted the frozen snow field.Chu Ze looked down, and the thick frost under his feet was melted, leaving a transparent ice shell.

Under the freezing frost, a huge fiery red phantom screamed and passed through the ice valley, and the red magma rolled and roared, rushing to cast the city of hell.

Chu Ze woke up alive again.

He cried in a mess in the dream, and when he woke up, his face was full of tears.His heart was still beating violently, his body was covered in sweat, and his bones were so weak that he couldn't get up.Obviously it was just a dream of spiritual union, but it seemed as if someone had really been raped.When he climbed out of the bed, his legs were wet and cold, and his legs were still so soft that they were trembling, and he almost fell down.

He was still trapped in the satisfaction of being combined with the sentinel, his face was flushed, and he sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a long time before he recovered.When he finally figured out what happened, he couldn't help but bury his face in his hands and screamed silently.

——what the hell is this!

On Ye Chuan's bed!Dreaming about messing with your ex!How the hell will he face Ye Chuan after he wakes up!

Chu Ze wanted to cry but had no tears, so he quickly looked at the watch on the wall.It was only past six o'clock, and there was still time, so he hurriedly grabbed a set of clothes and scrambled into the bathroom to take a shower. After changing clothes, he came out before recovering.

The sense of satisfaction and reality of being invaded and combined in the dream is so terrifying that he still feels dizzy when he walks.

In his heart, he scolded his ex who haunted him and didn't let him know who it was, and hurriedly packed his schoolbag while scolding in his heart.

Even when he was asleep, Ye Chuan didn't enter his room without permission, and the homework he copied was placed on the dining table with breakfast.Chu Ze was sitting at the dining table. After a while, Ye Chuan came down from upstairs rubbing his eyes: "Good morning! How did you sleep last night?"

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but when he said it, Chu Ze blushed again in fright, and stammered against his will: "Good morning, good morning... I slept very well yesterday, last night."

Ye Chuan's nose moved slightly, and he smiled at him: "Oh, that's all right."

The Sentinel changed into a dress today, still pink, with a bunch of donuts printed on the skirt.He tied his long golden hair with the matching bow of the skirt, looking more neat and beautiful than yesterday.The young sentry ran down the stairs with fluffy slippers, and landed on the seat next to Chu Ze like flying: "What's for breakfast this morning? Butter steak bun... Ha, do you like strawberry jam or blueberry jam?"

"It's all right." Chu Ze didn't dare to look at Ye Chuan right now.When he saw Ye Chuan, he thought of the strange dream last night, and when he thought of that dream, he felt guilty for no reason.Facing Ye Chuan, he felt strangely panicked like a marked guide hooked up with wild sentries outside.

"Then just paint half of one kind." Ye Chuan seriously studied the breakfast, unscrewed the lid of the jam jar and handed it to Chu Ze.

After the two had breakfast, they went to school together in a car.

Chu Ze suspected that he had that strange dream because he slept in Ye Chuan's room.No matter what, Ye Chuan was a sentinel after all, and he was... a sentinel who might not have a low seat.Even if his pheromones were completely suppressed, his mental power was almost completely shielded, and his room didn't smell like a sentinel at all... But traces of powerful sentinels are always easy to influence the guide.

Chu Ze hesitated and found an excuse, and asked Ye Chuan to change the room. Ye Chuan was a little surprised, but only said that it was inconvenient to change the room, let him get used to it, and change if he couldn't.However, Chu Ze did not have any strange dreams in the next few days, as if the things he dreamed of when he checked in on the first night were indeed an accident.

The first week of the new semester came to an end in Chu Ze's uneasiness. Everything was calm and smooth.The last class on Friday afternoon was the spiritual practice class. Many students went to the special lecture room for the practical class with their schoolbags on their backs. As soon as the teacher announced that the get out of class was over, they scatter like birds and beasts, and left with their schoolbags on their backs.

It was the first weekend practice class for Chu Ze, and he had no experience. It was a bit funny to see the students who were running so fast and froze in place.He honestly went back to the classroom to pack his schoolbag, and found that Ye Chuan hadn't come back, so he sat in his seat doing homework and waited for him.

The practical course is the only course that Ye Chuan does not take with his classmates. He will go downstairs to the Sentinel Academy of the White Tower, and go to the training ground with the sentries to attend classes.The training ground is farther away from the classroom than the workshop, so it is not unusual for him to be late.

Just after writing two questions, a white hand suddenly stretched out in front of him and took the exercise book from his hand.

"I'm back." Ye Chuan shook the exercise book in his hand with a smile.He just came back from the training room, wearing the Sentinel short-sleeved sportswear uniformly prepared by the White Tower, clean and neat, looking very energetic.The fit-fitting thin garment outlines the young man's slender and flexible waist, with graceful and attractive curves. "Is everything packed? Ready to go."

Chu Ze: "Wait a minute, I'm still short of the last quiz..."

Ye Chuan turned back the homework to the previous page, and spread it out on Chu Ze's desk: "You write down the main points first, and then write when you go back. I'm sweating all over, and I really want to go back and take a shower."

"Well, it will be ready soon." Chu Ze nodded when he heard this, took out a pen to write down the key words in the answer box, and then stuffed the homework book back into his schoolbag.Ye Chuan also carried his small backpack, and the two walked out of the classroom talking and laughing.