into the sheath

Tang Heng gritted his teeth and did not speak.

The clenched hand was still raised in the air, and the muscles in the arm tensed and loosened, loosened and tightened again.Sweat slid down from the corner of his forehead, across his neck, and left a cloud of dark water stains on the cotton collar. In a short while, his entire back was wet.

Finally, the clenched fist loosened.

The answer is already obvious, need to explain?

Tang Heng took a deep breath, and suddenly lost all his strength.

He spoke slowly, as if confirming something, "Once the rage attack, it cannot be cured. No one can escape this curse."

"I'm useless, aren't I?"

With that said, Tang Heng raised his eyes.

What cures, what helps, it's all a lie.

He admitted his sternness.

Under Jiang Feng's long and silent gaze, Tang Heng closed his eyes. He anxiously waited for the final verdict, but he heard the guide beside him deny, "No."

No.

The simple two words came to my ears, as if I had gone through a long journey, and it seemed that it only happened in a flash.

Tang Heng turned his head abruptly, "What did you say?!"

He fixedly looked at Jiang Feng, trying to find some clues in it, but he didn't see any joking elements on that face.

This was the first time he had looked at the guide seriously.

After a while, the last trace of cruelty in Tang Heng's eyes faded away, and he finally showed a bit of childish bewilderment.

He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, what do you want?"

After Jiang Feng rebuilt the information barrier for him, Tang Heng felt that the surroundings were a bit too quiet.

Except for the conversation between the two, it seemed that all the sounds in the world had disappeared, only the ringing in the ears like hallucinations in the brain remained.Just like when he was in confinement.

Tang Heng couldn't judge the time.Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's only a second.Just when he was flustered by the silence, he heard Jiang Feng's voice again.

"Have you heard of 'Dark Sentinel'?"

Jiang Feng's tone was subtle, as if he was expecting something, or as if he was telling the beginning of a long story.

Dark Sentinel.

These four words fell to the ground like a boulder, causing Tang Heng to tremble suddenly, and then looked at the guide in front of him in shock.

Of course Tang Heng is no stranger.

As the king of the Sentinels, the group of people called "Dark Sentinels" have extreme self-control ability. They are powerful, they don't have a state of losing control of their emotions, they don't need the assistance of a guide... they won't fall into rage.

Thinking of this, Tang Heng's heart suddenly trembled.

He knew what Jiang Feng wanted to do.

Tang Heng silently looked into Jiang Feng's black eyes, trying to read other emotions from them, but found nothing.

There is no ambition, no ambition, looking back flatly, even the tone is flat as if talking about the weather.

But Tang Heng couldn't be so calm.

He clenched his fists and asked seriously, "What do you want?"

It is not so much an inquiry as a confirmation, an answer that both parties already know.

Jiang Feng replied: "I want you to be a dark sentinel."

After five seconds of silence, Tang Heng suddenly laughed mockingly.

"What kind of drama is this? Huh?" He took a step forward, grabbed Jiang Feng's collar, and stared at the guide, "Give me an illusory goal, and then make me willing to be a dog for you?"

Tang Heng paused word by word: "Hugh, think about it!"

Can the Dark Sentinel be turned into just by talking about it?

The last Dark Sentinel appeared more than ten years ago. He did not accept the glory given by the tower, but chose to work with the darkness, which brought incalculable losses and a huge disaster to the society at that time.But there is no doubt that the strength of the Dark Sentinel is unmatched by anyone.After that, no matter what the purpose was, how many Sentinels with outstanding abilities wanted to become the Dark Sentinel, but in the end no one could bear the title.

There are millions of Sentinels in this area. Even if the outstanding ones are selected from thousands, there is no winner in this competition of more than a thousand people.

Not to mention that he, Tang Heng, was suffering from rage, which was equivalent to stepping one foot into the grave.

No, he's already in the grave.

"You can do it, it's not nonsense." Jiang Feng's tone of response didn't change a bit.He let go of Tang Heng's extremely oppressive action, only looked straight at him, and asked, "Otherwise, why do you think I pay so much attention to you?"

Yeah, why?

Tang Heng was silent.

Is it just because, as he had guessed before, he appeared on Third Avenue in Shidong District that day, and saw some so-called "secrets" that he still doesn't know what it is?

Tang Heng has been rationally refuting the possibility he raised, but there is a voice in his head that is crazily shouting——

Trust this guide, trust him!Only he can save you!

Jiang Feng saw Tang Heng's struggle, he didn't urge him, but he didn't hesitate to push him again.

He knew what the Sentinel's answer was.

"Why don't you give it a try? Are you willing to fall into rage and become a waste?" Jiang Feng said softly, "Sentry, you have always been excellent. You can do it."

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