The Fairy in Fast Time

Imperial Palace.

Emperor Sawyer frowned and leaned on the back of the sofa, tapping his thigh with his fingers one after another, and Dr. Gu Xi's virtual projection remained as it was 10 minutes ago, silently waiting for the emperor's final judgment.

After a long while, Sawyer looked up at Dr. Gu Xi, and said in a low voice: "This section is circled with a red pen, saying that after this more in-depth research and analysis, Cecil can be determined to be an extremely special... dark guide? "

"Yes, and even if there is a sentinel who can match him now, they will not be able to combine, because Major General Cecil's guide gene is too overbearing, and one group of recessive gene chains in his body is mutated, which means It is an absolutely deadly existence for Sentry. Once the two parties release pheromone before the combination, the five senses of the combined Sentinel will gradually decrease, and the mental power will also be reduced to the level of ordinary people. At the same time, the mental body will disappear, matching and fusion down to negative."

"Then in this way, the sentinel can't be called a sentinel anymore."

"And there have been Dark Sentinels from the beginning to the present, so I think Major General Cecil can be said to be the only, very rare Dark Guide..."

Dr. Gu Xi paused, looked at Sawyer's pensive face and sighed: "Perhaps, this is the reason why Major General Cecil is so powerful...just..."

"Just?" Sawyer pinched the bridge of his nose, looking a little tired.

"Guides all have a estrus period, and this... is especially true for dark guides. Although the general guide's estrus period is between 25 and 25 years old, dark guides will be a few years later. Our initial deduction is probably in Between 31 and 30 years old, and now, Major General Cecil is [-] years old, and the previous few estrus major generals suppressed him forcefully with his own will, but this would be harmful to his body after all."

Sawyer just felt that everything he heard today was full of incredible colors.

"So, why can he match with the guide?" Sawyer asked hoarsely.

Dr. Gu Xi opened a light screen in mid-air, and a large series of data was presented in front of Sawyer, "Not all guides can match him, only the recessive gene chain of the guide is also mutated, complementary to his genes Only then, otherwise the consequences will be the same as the Sentinels."

Glancing at the contemplative emperor, Dr. Gu Xi said slowly: "Take this guide who can match Major General Cecil as an example. The set of shapes he mutated in the recessive gene chain happens to be a circle, and the major general's is just a circle. It is just a vertical shape, and the circle can contain the vertical shape, so the degree of fusion can reach [-]%."

"So the genes in the body of the other party guide are also extremely rare, but this guide is not a dark guide, because all the guide genes in his body are the same as ordinary guides, soft and far from the super high level of the dark guide. standard."

Dr. Gu Xi pressed his temples, his eyes were a bit vicissitudes, "I have lived for so many years, and I have read countless sentinel genetic data. The situation of Major General Cecil is really unprecedented. Fortunately, it was discovered early, otherwise..."

Emperor Sawyer looked at the dense data in front of him with complicated eyes, and finally, he sighed silently, and finally compromised: "Then let's do it this way, by the way, can the background of that guide be investigated?"

"After investigation, the child is fine except for his low mental level. In terms of personality...maybe he has low self-esteem? But it is a coincidence that Major General Cecil went to the Guidance Academy to select an adjutant two days ago. This child has been chosen, and he should have been taken to his own residence by now." Dr. Gu Xi raised his mouth and said with loving eyes.

Hearing this, Emperor Sawyer was silent for a while, and then let out a long sigh.

***

Flying birds covered in white flitted across the blue sky, and the sun poured unscrupulously on the huge silver-gray warship, reflecting dazzling light.

This warship, which came in after going through multiple checkpoints, is a place where only sentinels and guides above the school level live, and the guards are extremely strict.

The seventh floor of the warship.

"This is your bedroom." Cecil led Wen Han into his residence, walked through the hall with the starry sky as the background, and came to the inner bedroom.

So Wen Han silently looked at this huge and luxurious bedroom, swallowed quietly, and then responded obediently: "Okay."

"Everyday necessities are in the wall cabinet." Cecil turned around, stared at Wen Han with those deep eyes, and said softly: "From tomorrow, I will teach you all the skills and experience of being a guide. , I hope you can enter the state as soon as possible."

The voice of the person in front of him was hoarse and magnetic, like the accent of a cello.

"But before that, can you answer me a question first." Cecil walked slowly to the sofa not far away and sat down. Seeing this, Wen Han responded and followed silently.

"Is your spiritual realm open to anyone?" Cecil's aura suddenly changed after saying this sentence. If he was gentle and tolerant just now, he is now strong and domineering, with Extremely sharp and aggressive.

As a result, Fat Chirp on his shoulder seemed to be frightened suddenly, and flew down from Wen Han's body with fluttering wings, and rolled top-heavy onto Cecil's lap.

The little white snake entwined around its neck was spitting out snake letters, its golden-green eyes shone with an icy cold light, and it quietly tightened a little.

Wen Han's breathing was difficult due to being strangled by Cecil's mental body, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "I... don't know..."

"Your mental barrier is not weak, but it has too many loopholes, so it is no different from opening the spiritual domain. Then, if it is on the battlefield, the enemy's guide can easily destroy you." Cecil's fingertips fell into fat In Jiu's soft feathers, he closed his eyes and rubbed lightly.

And Fei Jiu obediently shrunk his head and stared at those round black eyes, looking a little aggrieved.

At the same time, Wen Han only felt a slight tingling sensation coming from his back, which made his body tremble involuntarily.

"You need to patch up the loopholes in the mental barrier one by one, understand?" Cecil opened his thin lips lightly, his dark eyes seemed to see directly into his soul, making Wen Han's heart tremble.

"I... won't..." Wen Han lowered his head and replied weakly.

As soon as the words were finished, the little white snake wrapped around his neck relaxed its strength, and then, a light golden spiritual thread was released from the back of Cecil's head and gently touched Wen Han's face, feeling a soft touch.

Wen Han only felt that he seemed to be drawn by something, and walked up to Cecil uncontrollably, and slowly sat beside him.

"First of all, you need to release your mental thread, huh?" Cecil's voice was very low. He looked into Wen Han's eyes, and there was a silent cry coming closer and closer in his heart.

Wen Han suddenly came back to his senses, and when he heard Cecil's words, his eyes widened slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

——Oh, God knows how to release that Lao Shizi's mental thread, Dad, I am a young man who advocates materialism!

——Well, do you know the system?

[System: This, you understand...]

Warm and cold: [Iamfinefuckyou.jpg]

[System: Get rolling, Ugly rejects you. 】

Wen Han: Tch.

So, Wen Han didn't say a word, just looked at the other person's eyes with a pair of ignorant eyes, for one second, two seconds...

One minute later, Wen Han felt that his embarrassment was about to commit cancer.

"Well, I...wouldn't..." Wen Han was finally defeated, his voice as thin as a mosquito's moan.

Hearing this, Cecil paused slightly with his hand stroking the plump feathers. Then, he raised his hand and gently clasped the jaw of the person in front of him, pulling him closer.

When the distance between the two was less than two centimeters, Wen Han felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat at this moment.

"Relax."

Saying that, Cecil closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Wen Han's, manipulating his mental thread to explore his spiritual realm.

"Close your eyes and remember the trajectory of my mental thread." Warm breath accompanied by hoarse words entered Wen Han's ears, making him purse his lips tightly.

Immediately, Wen Han also slowly closed his eyes, and after a moment of darkness, he "saw" a huge, thick silver-white net glowing with soft light, hanging down on the endless blue ocean, It's just that the fly in the ointment is that there are several loopholes in this silver-white net.

And beside him, there were several silver-white threads slowly floating.

Wen Han stared blankly at everything in front of him, a little at a loss.

Then, he felt warmth behind him, and someone hugged him from behind.

Peace of mind, a feeling of comfort spread all over his body immediately, Wen Han knew that the person hugging him was none other than Cecil.

"Look."

Cecil lowered his eyelashes, and his thin lips were attached to the warm and bare neck. He manipulated the light golden spiritual thread and the silver-white spiritual thread to intertwine, carrying the silver-white spiritual thread to go far away. The mental barrier at the place flew away.

Wen Han just quietly watched the loophole being smoothly woven by the golden and white spiritual thread, and the warm current from the depths of the soul slowly flowed through the whole body.

——This kind of feeling of blending together.

Wen Han narrowed his eyes comfortably, and involuntarily relaxed his body against the chest of the person behind him.

"These silver-white ones are your spiritual threads. When you release them to the outside world, you just need to manipulate them to pass through the mental barrier, which is the net in front of us." Cecil's voice sounded amused A bit ethereal, but more of an intoxicating gentleness.

"Try it yourself." Saying that, Cecil withdrew some of his mental threads, signaling Wen Han to try it himself.

Thus, Wen Han manipulated one of the spiritual threads and carefully swayed it in mid-air, then the second, third, fourth...

After twenty or so mental threads shuffled through the loophole slightly jerky, Cecil raised his lips and smiled, and said to Wen Han in a low voice: "Good job."