General, you can't marry him!

Mo Qingzhai withdrew his mental power with a solemn expression, and sighed helplessly: "It's nothing serious, the mental power is exhausted."

Media guides are generally born scholars, and their mental strength and resilience are very suitable for research. Generally, there will be no problem of exhaustion of mental power, unless the research process is too involved, and they work continuously for too long under sleepless nights. The intensity of the last use of mental power was too high, which would lead to mental exhaustion and coma.

This kind of situation is rare and very troublesome, because once the mental power is exhausted, one must take a good rest and recover, and the mental power cannot be used for a short time. "It's nothing serious?" Caton's face was so dark that it was about to drip water, and his tone was rushed and anxious: "Uncle Mo, he is your student! You are also a media guide, and you know more about the consequences of mental exhaustion than him. Why don't you Warn him?"

The White Tiger King stood up, lying on the edge of the bed with his front paws, rubbing his big head against Zhuo Yifan anxiously.

Mo Qingzhai raised his eyebrows in surprise, and his voice was even louder: "Who are you yelling at? He is my student, why didn't I warn him? Old man, although I am old, everyone knows my style of doing things all my life! Get you to question?"

Carton Rhine suddenly withered. In a moment of urgency just now, he forgot that the old man in front of him was an elder of his father's generation. He apologized dumbly: "I'm sorry, Uncle Mo! I didn't doubt your principles, but I was too anxious just now For my father's sake, adults don't count villains." "Humph." Mo Qingzhai glared at him angrily, seeing Zhuo Yifan still frowning in a coma, full of tears. With a painful expression on his face, he wiped the sweat on Zhuo Yifan's forehead distressedly, took out a shot of medicine from the safe, and gently pushed it in for him.

Frowning brows opened, Zhuo Yifan's expression was no longer painful, he gradually calmed down, and fell asleep. "Fortunately, it seems that this injection is useful." Mo Qingzhai breathed a sigh of relief: "Let him sleep well, and I will settle the score with him after waking up!" "Since it works, Uncle Mo will give him two more injections." ?” Caton looked at the potion anxiously, his eyes brightened. "Use you big-headed ghost! Do you know how much a shot is?" Mo Qingzhai raised his hand and gave him a chestnut. This kid really deserves a beating. "I'll pay for the fee!" Carton accepted this without hesitation, but answered the words very smoothly. "What's going on! Am I worried about money? You can't give this drug too much. A person can only get two injections within three months, and there must be an interval of more than 20 days between the two injections, otherwise it will harm the person receiving the injection." The spiritual realm causes irreversible damage!"

Carton shut up immediately, his brows were still frowned like a pimple, and he stared at the person on the bed intently, with no concealment of pity in his eyes.

Mo Qingzhai's eyes flickered, his heart was startled, he slapped him and said, "Boy, come with me." "I want to take care of him." Carton said without thinking, without even moving his eyes. "What are you taking care of! After injecting the medicine, you won't wake up until noon tomorrow! Come with me quickly, I have something to ask you."

Carton had no choice but to carefully tuck Zhuo Yifan's quilt, and reluctantly left the room with Mo Qingzhai.

Because Zhuo Yifan passed out in the laboratory, Caton carried him to the temporary lounge of the laboratory nearby, but did not bring him back to the dormitory.

Not far away is Mo Qingzhai's office. The old man is standing at the door, holding the door with one hand, as if he won't stop until he goes there.

He had no choice but to walk over. As soon as the door closed, the old man immediately stared at his face, with a sinister tone: "Carton Rhine, what's the matter with you?" "What's the matter?" Carton Look innocent. "Don't pretend to me! I'm friends with your father. I watched you grow up, and I don't think I'm too old to be dazzled. What kind of eyes do you see in Zhuo Yifan?" Mo Qingzhai was aggressive and hit the nail on the head.He is a highly respected media guide, and his professionalism is unmatched by Zhuo Yifan, a fledgling guy. His vision is also very vicious, and his Caton's performance, no matter how you look at it, seems to be in heat.

Sniffing carefully, there is a faint smell of pheromone in the air, it is the sentinel's estrus pheromone, that's right, this kid really started to estrus!

This is a good thing, but why is the object of his own students?It was common knowledge that the Sentinel and the Media Guide could not be combined, so it was impossible for him not to know about it. "Since you already know, I have nothing to deny, that's what it is." Carton simply admitted that he was a bachelor, he was thinking about the sleeping person in the room, and he was a little absent-minded. "What's your attitude! Do you know that Sentinels and media guides can't be combined?" Old Mo scolded with a headache. "I know." Carton calmed down and realized that if he couldn't handle Mo Qingzhai, it was impossible to return to Zhuo Yifan as soon as possible. He gave a helpless wry smile, with a rare and helpless expression: "But what can I do?" ?”

I just fell in love with him, what can I do?

I just want to hug him, what can I do?

My spiritual realm is only willing to be opened for him, pheromone is only willing to be released for him, my mind can only be entangled in him, and the object of my body's desire is only him. What can I do?

Mo Qingzhai was speechless.

He is a senior media guide. He has studied the matter between the sentinel and the guide all his life, and he can tell at a glance that Caton is seriously in heat.

So I got even more headache: "Get out, I'll think of a way."

Without another word, Carton turned around and returned to Zhuo Yifan's side without delaying a second.

Because of the pain, Zhuo Yifan, who was in a coma, just broke out in a fine sweat. Carton walked to him, and was immediately surrounded by the fragrance of platycodon flowers in the room. Taking a deep breath, every cell became extremely happy, and his heart But the monster was even more hungry and thirsty, and his eyes began to darken.

The boy's hand rested quietly on the quilt, his thin white fingers curled up naturally, as obedient and quiet as himself.

Carton held his hand, and the moment the skin touched, it was like an invisible electric current passing by suddenly, and Carton's heart beat violently.

Almost uncontrollably, Caton raised the medium guide's hand and printed it on his lips.

The tip of the sensitive tongue slid across the delicate wrist, the secretions on the skin were licked clean, and the pheromone of the medium guide was swallowed into his stomach through his throat, and the huge satisfaction came, but in the next second, it aroused even bigger desire.

He couldn't bear it, couldn't control his tongue, and began to lick up his wrist. The rough tongue coating scratched the delicate texture, as if he was gnawing on something delicious, or he finally found the salvation of life, Caton was completely Can't stop.

The thin white arm flesh was licked and bitten until it turned into a lovely rice-red color. It was covered with his own saliva and smelled like a sentinel. Carton stared at this small piece of skin, feeling like biting it off and swallowing it. The urge to stomach.

The skin on his arm was so bruised that even in his sleep, Zhuo Yifan couldn't be at ease. He uttered a few muffled dreams and twitched his arm feebly.

It was just a very slight movement, but it woke up the stuttering that was almost unbearable. After taking a deep breath, the sentry reluctantly lowered his arms and walked out of the laboratory to breathe fresh air.

He is not a hooligan, what he wants is not just a momentary pleasure, he wants more, he wants... everything that this medium guides, he wants him to belong to him completely, and he does not allow others to touch a single hair.

So he has to be patient, until this little guy is tempted by him, until he is willing to enter into a marriage contract with him, he can't touch him.

After thinking about this, Carton turned around and went back. The boy on the bed was still sleeping very unsteadily. He had just gone out for a while when the quilt was half lifted.

With a doting smile, Carton pulled up the quilt and covered him. His movements were very light, but still alarmed Zhuo Yifan, and the boy started talking in his sleep again: "I will work hard..."

Carton frowned, forgetting that his mental strength was exhausted, he was still thinking about the experiment in his sleep, why did he work so hard?

Ever since the White Tiger King told him that he saved it, he has been deliberately keeping a distance from the boy, while secretly investigating him.

There are indeed many doubts about the little guy: sudden appearance, fake identity, entering Kunya through the operation of the eldest prince, "just in time" saving himself, and extra concern for himself.

In fact, when I first met him, he was wary, but the young man was too heart-warming for his actions, the expression in those black eyes was too serious, and his spiritual grooming was so comfortable... ...Can't help but he doesn't sink.

Therefore, if you fall in love with a media guide or something, you really can't blame him, you can only blame him for being too attractive.

Now that it's fallen, you have to get it, you have to take the other party under your wings, it's best to wipe it clean and hide it well. "Why do you have to work so hard?" Caton leaned closer to the boy's delicate face, stared at his somewhat dry lips, and asked inducingly.He wants to know him a little more, a little more.

The boy's eyelids fluttered, as if he heard it, but he didn't hear it, but he still replied obediently: "In order to... help... the general... my partner... help him, you don't have to... endure... mental frenzy, you can... ...live well..."

Caton understood the intermittent sentences, but he could hardly suppress the momentary rage!

Who the hell is that damn general? !

There are fourteen ranks in the military rank system of the San Lehman Empire. Generals, lieutenant generals, and major generals can be called generals. I don’t know how many people belong to the ranks of generals in various legions of the empire. Who is the person in the heart of the little guy? who?