Wizard he really doesn't want to roll [Rebirth]

The moment before the pillow hit his face, Lin Xiaoming took it with both hands, and put it back on the bed under Lu Jinchao's angry gaze; "Sorry, it's a bit late."

Lu Jin squeezed his voice out through his teeth: "...get out."

Of course Lin Xiaoming knew that this was out of embarrassment turned into anger. For the first time, he noticed that Lu Jinchao was quite timid.

"Sorry, I didn't expect to scare you."

Lin Xiaoming sat on the edge of the bed without turning on the light, and took the quilt out of Lu Jinchao's arms.

"It's so late, why are you here?" Lu Jin frowned, his tone was not very good, his emotions were seldom so intense, Lin Xiaoming knew that he really scared him, or that he didn't reply to the message to make Lu Jin angry caught.

"After returning home in the afternoon, I was training. I didn't look at the terminal. I wanted to come over later, but suddenly something happened to the student union."

Lin Xiaoming's hair was still wet, obviously he had just taken a shower, and when he got closer, Lu Jinchao could even feel the hot breath on Lin Xiaoming's body. He was sweating all over from training, and he came here after taking a shower. , didn't even bother blowing his hair.

All right.For the time being, Lu Jinchao forgave him in his heart, but still had an unhappy expression on his face. At least he wanted to make Lin Xiaoming realize his mistake, and he didn't want similar things to happen again.

Lu Jinchao lay down again on his own, and didn't speak. After being frightened by Lin Xiaoming, he didn't even feel sleepy at all.

A few seconds later, there was a rustling sound from the side, and the bed was slightly sunken because of another person lying down. Lu Jinchao didn't give way to Lin Xiaoming at all, so the sentinel could only lie down on one side.

Lin Xiaoming took the initiative and said, "Can I do counseling?"

Lu Jinchao: "...you are so self-conscious."

He turned over and faced Lin Xiaoming, groping in the quilt with his hands, first he touched the sentry's strong chest, then shifted his position and found his arm.

The mechanical box court was opened for Lu Jinchao, and the mental power entered the mental scene unimpeded. After half a month, earth-shaking changes took place inside. More buildings rose from the ground, and every smallest structure seemed to have been carefully calculated. fit each other.

This is a mechanical city that is still sleeping. Looking at these unparalleled exquisite designs, Lu Jinchao couldn't help but imagine what a spectacle it would be once the city was activated and the gears and bearings turned.

Rainwater is the best lubrication, and the jet black flows out of the cracks like engine oil. Standing in the rain, Lu Jinchao began to study these buildings that are completely composed of parts.

Lin Xiaoming's mental picture is the most complicated one he has ever seen, and he is the only one who can build such a strange landscape.

What would it be like if you could build a mental picture yourself?

There is no answer to this question. Lu Jinchao doesn't know how to change the surface of the sea. Water is the most invisible. No matter how hard he tries, he can only sit alone on the bamboo raft and float along the water.

It took Lu Jinchao a long time to clean up every inch of the picture for Lin Xiaoming. When cleaning up so carefully for others, he would always accidentally find memory fragments lost in the corners.

But Lin Xiaoming was different. Lu Jinchao had never found anything that might reveal the sentinel's information, and all his memories were sealed in the central tower.

The owner of the spiritual image will have a concrete existence in the image, such as him on the bamboo raft on the sea, Lu Jinchao sometimes sees the consciousness of other sentries in the image, but he has searched the entire city of machinery, There was no sign of Lin Xiaoming.

Also in that tower?

As expected of being the strongest sentinel this year, Lu Jinchao couldn't help feeling that the last confirmation was completed and he left Lin Xiaoming's mental picture.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt something arching around his chest. Qi Shuo climbed onto the bed at some point, and the little Snow Leopard pouted its buttocks and wanted to get under the quilt, and swished its fluffy tail, sweeping across the bed. Lu Jin turned to his nose, making him want to sneeze suddenly.

"What?"

Lu Jinchao lifted the quilt a little with a smile, and Qi Shuo slipped in smoothly, turned around and nestled in front of Lu Jinchao's chest, pressing two fleshy paws on the guide's chest.

The next moment, it began to press the ground regularly, and there was a purring sound in its throat.

Lu Jin was stunned, and Lin Xiaoming was also stunned.

It was obvious that Qi Shuo was breastfeeding Lu Jinchao.

Stepping on the milk is a kitten's instinct to increase the mother's lactation when it is young, but Lu Jinchao is male and has no milk.

The spiritual body is another embodiment of the consciousness of the sentinel guide, and the behavior can reflect the state of the master to a certain extent.

What kind of state does Qishuo go to give Lu Jinchao milk?

Lin Xiaoming didn't know, and didn't really want to know.

There is only a thin layer of pajamas between the hot and soft pads and skin, every press is very powerful, the snow leopard even raised its head, and touched Lu Jin's chin with the wet tip of its nose.

Being patted on the chest by others like a good brother, Lu Jinchao will never feel anything, but being pressed like this is completely different, an indescribable feeling rises secretly, Lu Jinchao can't help but move a little lower leg.

... a little strange.

Lin Xiaoming was about to retrieve his disobedient mental body, but Lu Jinchao kicked him to stop him, saying, "It's okay, let it play."

Stepping on milk is a pleasant psychological reaction, more suitable for encouragement than interruption, and can increase the satisfaction of felines. Lu Jinchao leaned back slightly, and stroked Qi Shuo's head and back with his hands.

Qi Shuo snorted and stepped on it even more happily.

Lin Xiaoming retracted the hand he wanted to stop, and fell into a long silence.

No one spoke for a while, Lu Jinchao tried his best to focus all his attention on the little snow leopard on his chest, he didn't even need to look, he knew that his face was absolutely red.

For the first time in Lin Xiaoming's two lives, he realized what it meant to be awkward.

Because of the high degree of integration, Qi Shuo has always been very close to Lu Jinchao, he knows it, but Lin Xiaoming did not expect that this kind of closeness is so strong.

Qi Shuo had never even stepped on him as a master before.

Is it because there are other reasons?

To be honest, after getting used to the strange feeling of being pressed by the snow leopard, Lu Jinchao was even a little comfortable.

Lu Jin scratched Qisuo's chin, and then pinched the tip of its tail. The little snow cat was fluffy, and the sound of its cry was more like a bird. It was so delicate that it didn't have the ferocious appearance when facing the enemy. The teeth clenched in the neck gently touched Lu Jinchao's index finger, sinking into the soft blanket and the guide's arms.

It feels really good to touch, and Lu Jin didn't stop putting his hand on Qi Shuo until Lin Xiaoming suddenly coughed and said softly, "Don't touch it."

Lu Jin was stunned, and suddenly realized that the spiritual body and the master's senses could be connected. His stroking the snow leopard was in a sense equivalent to stroking Lin Xiaoming.

Lu Jinchao: ……………

Then Qi Shuo stepped on his chest and Lin Xiaoming actually felt it too.

Lu Jinchao's mind was no longer capable of further analysis.

He let go of Qishuo's hand and felt Lu Jinchao's departure. Little Snow Leopard was still a little unhappy, and wanted to continue sticking to Lu Jinchao's arms, but Lin Xiaoming snatched it back in its entirety the next moment.

"Okay, be honest."

Lin Xiaoming's tone showed a hint of helplessness and quite rare anger. Sensing the master's bad mood, Qishuo whimpered and obediently leaned against Lin Xiaoming.

So far, Lu Jinchao has never seen Lin Xiaoming get angry, or in other words, has never seen him lose his temper.

Seeing him angry for the first time turned out to be directed at his own mental body, which is quite strange.

Lu Jinchao understood that at this time, he should make a few jokes, make jokes, relieve the somewhat strange atmosphere, and let everything return to normal.

As the two have done most often in the past.

But Lu Jinchao didn't know what to say at all. Qishuo's innocent intimacy and Lin Xiaoming's gaffe and embarrassment made everything seem so delicate.

Most importantly, the two are still lying on the same bed.

The heat on his face refused to subside, and there was still a touch of being stepped on his chest. He was obviously not a sentinel and had not strengthened his five senses, but he could still hear Lin Xiaoming's breathing, because it was too close.

Darkness can breed many things, such as evil, conspiracy, and unspeakable strange feelings.

Lin Xiaoming may be opening his eyes, the sentinel can see clearly in the dark, what will Lin Xiaoming see?What would his expression look like in his eyes?

Messy thoughts came up one after another, but none of them were clear. Lu Jinchao couldn't describe it, because he didn't know the specific content of those thoughts. He just felt as if he was soaked in water, and the temperature was heating up little by little. , cook him slowly until melted.

Before it got even weirder, he made the move.

"It's getting late." Lu Jinchao stretched out his hand and gently pushed Lin Xiaoming's shoulder. His fingertips touched the naturally hanging silver pendant. He also has the same one, which is also worn on his chest. "What time does your dormitory close?" ?”

"Before twelve o'clock." Lin Xiaoming sat up and straightened his clothes. He pretended to look at the watch on the wall and said, "Then I'll leave first. You should go to bed early. You have to go to class tomorrow."

"There is a fighting class tomorrow."

"Pay attention to safety, your feet are not sharp yet, so don't make too many movements."

Lu Jin said hello, feeling that the indescribable strange atmosphere finally slowly disappeared with the progress of the conversation, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"You too, be careful on the way back."

"Ah."

Lu Jin sat by the bed, watching Lin Xiaoming go out through the window, and his figure disappeared from sight.

The room became quiet again, Lu Jinchao stretched out his hand and pressed the pillow. Lin Xiaoming's hair was still wet when he came, leaving a wet mark on the pillow.

Lu Jin lay down and let the wet place out. A few seconds later, he suddenly sniffed it by a ghost.

Of course, there is no smell at all, and all daily necessities dedicated to the sentinel are fragrance-free.

Realizing what he was doing, Lu Jinzhao was stunned for a few seconds, then he got up on the spot, silently tore off the pillow cover, and replaced it with a dry one.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and he had no sleep at all. He was quite sleepy at first.

Because Qi Shuo's body reaction from stepping on the milk is gradually subsiding, but the feeling in her heart is intensifying.

That's weird... what happened to him?

Lu Jin tossed and turned all night, but didn't sleep well.

This caused him to be completely blinded when he stood in the fighting training room early the next morning.