The corridor of the laboratory was damp and dark. As Qin Yun walked, he couldn’t help but smell the remaining scent of Moschery’s pheromones on his body. None of the gatekeepers doubted his identity as a ‘sentinel’ and let him pass after looking at the name tag.

       The squeaking sound of military boots on the ground was a bit loud in the quiet corridor. Qin Yun lowered the brim of his hat and slowly peered through the windows one after another. His expression was tense as he carefully expanded his mental web.

       When he was almost at the end, someone stopped him.


       “Why is it so slow today?” The person who came was a sentinel, grumbling under his breath and pushing Qin Yun’s back, “The innermost room. Hurry up and get it in.”

       Qin Yun nodded vaguely. He stumbled a little because he was pushed. As he hastened forward, he almost collided with the door. Fortunately, the door was slightly ajar


       He pushed the door open with the corner of the dinner tray, and Qin Yun discovered that it was a very large laboratory. There was an unconscious avian man tied up in the corner, the lower half of his body bruised and battered.

       Several strong sentinels pressed a slender boy onto the experimental table, ignoring the other’s screams and struggles.

       “Where’s the syringe?” Qin Yun heard one of them ask, “Try to see if there’s any resistance…” The other person seemed to be in a good mood and smiled, “I heard that the blood of these beasts is like an aphrodisiac for humans, is that true?”

       “Don’t overdo it,” another person warned.

       “We’re just having some fun. It won’t kill anyone.”

       Qin Yun stood stiffly on the spot, and the dinner tray in his hand fell to the ground with a ‘bang’ sound…


       Lan Zhi stopped resisting when he saw the sentinel that was holding him down suddenly fall to the ground and fall unconscious. He looked up at Qin Yun blankly and then stared at the ground in a daze, “Are they… dead??”

       The whites of Qin Yun’s eyes glowed with light gold. He took off his clothes and covered the boy, “No. Just hypnotised.” After a pause, he looked at Lan Zhi, “Can you stand up? I’ll take you out of here.”

       The young man seemed to have tried it and said in frustration, “No… I don’t have any strength in my legs…”

       Qin Yun frowned. He bent down, and as soon as his arm wrapped around the young man’s back, a sharp pain suddenly came from his shoulder blade, and Lan Zhi’s hand somehow had an extra dagger condensed with spiritual energy.

       Qin Yun shook him off violently and said angrily, “You’re a guide?!”

       Lan Zhi didn’t say anything. He smiled strangely and made a strange gesture. Before Qin Yun could recover from the pain, he was clipped with both arms backwards and pressed face down hard on the experimental table.


       “…” Qin Yun almost fainted from the pain and closed his eyes with a pale face.

       “He’s a guide.” The sentinel pressing him sniffed lightly, “He’s been marked.”

       Qin Yun remained silent. Lan Zhi grabbed his hair and forced him to look up, “Where is your sentinel?”

       As expected, he didn’t get any answer. Lan Zhi didn’t mind. He stood up and directed the other standing sentinel, “Take that thing out.”

       The other party seemed to hesitate for a moment and took out a tube of reagent from his pocket.


       “Do you know what this is?” Lan Zhi shook the needle and stretched out his fingers to press Qin Yun’s carotid artery, “Tell me where your sentinel is?”

       Qin Yun clenched his fists.

       Lan Zhi clicked his tongue and shook his head, “What a pity… You didn’t establish the final mark with him? You are obviously a low-level…” The young man’s eyes suddenly widened, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. The sentinel was the first to notice something was wrong. He quickly hugged him, and when he turned around, he saw Qin Yun had opened his eyes at some point, and the golden colour in his eyes seemed to overflow.

       “In-inject him..!” Lan Zhi screamed with his last bit of consciousness, and then he was like a puppet whose strings were suddenly cut off, and in an instant, he lost his life.


       The golden colour in Qin Yun’s eyes slowly faded, and he looked like he had just been fished out of the water. His bangs were wet and stuck to his pale face.

       The sentinel, who was holding Lan Zhi, had an ugly expression on his face, “Brain dead? …How did you do it?”

       Qin Yun moved his lips, but he no longer had the strength to speak.

       The sentinel narrowed his eyes. It took some effort for him to pull out the tightly held needle in Lan Zhi’s hand. He took a few steps forward and stared at Qin Yun condescendingly, “You are that person’s guide.” He said with a firm tone, and then he stretched out his hand and pressed Qin Yun’s neck.


       When the cold needle touched his neck, Qin Yun trembled subconsciously. He lowered his head and looked at the slowly decreasing liquid in the needle from the corner of his eye.

       “It’s too late,” another person exclaimed in fear, “that person is here.”

       As soon as he finished speaking, a huge dragon claw overturned the entire roof of the building from the outside.


       Qin Yun struggled to get up from the experimental table, his shoulder blades aching. He tried several times before pulling off the label on the reagent. When he saw the words on it clearly, Moschery had already walked up to him with a sword in hand.

       Qin Yun slowly raised his head slowly and was taken into the Emperor’s arms without a word.

       The raised roof filled with the morning breeze. Qin Yun stretched out his hand tremblingly to hug Moschery’s back. He loosened his clenched fist, and the label was blown away. It curled up a few times before it landed in the distance, revealing the front.


Serial Number: First Class Forbidden Substance.

Name: Brain Nerve Disruptors.


       “Let’s go.” Moschery embraced Qin Yun thoroughly before carrying him up, “Let’s get out of here.” He said, calmed down and carefully checked the other party’s injuries, “What’s that in your neck?”

       Qin Yun said nonchalantly, “Ah, they gave me a normal suppressant…”

       “Why would they give a low-level guide a suppressant?” Moschery frowned. He stretched out his thumb and pressed the eye of the needle, “Does it hurt?”

       Qin Yun opened his mouth, but he didn’t know how to answer.

       Moschery observed his expression, “Is it that painful?” He lowered his head and got close to Qin Yun’s neck, “I’ll lick it for you…”

       Qin Yun didn’t say anything. He held Moschery’s shoulders tightly and buried his face in the other person’s neck.

       Moschery, with a somewhat smug disdain, remarked, “You are already this old yet still acting like a baby.” However, his grip on Qin Yun tightened even more.


       There were already many avian folk and sentinels gathered outside the experimental building, but Moschery didn’t take them seriously. He rode on the back of the dragon and signalled Zhongyan to attack the second body of the bird people directly in the air.

       “You assist Zhongyan in clearing the way, and I’ll deal with those behind.” Moschery drew out his sword, held the back of Qin Yun’s head, lowered his head and kissed his lips.

       Qin Yun only kissed the Emperor for a while, then reluctantly pushed the Emperor away. He wiped his mouth awkwardly, “That’s enough…”

       Moschery was not very happy, but he couldn’t let his displeasure show too much and asked the others to kiss him again, so he could only snort angrily and jump off the dragon’s back with his sword in hand.

       Qin Yun breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the stimulant from his bag with shaking hands and injected himself with one without hesitation.

       But his mental power was still being depleted.

       Qin Yun gritted his teeth, stretched out the guiding tendrils, and used the second stimulant.

       Zhongyan let out a low dragon roar, and Qin Yun controlled his guiding tendrils to split into a mesh, protecting the dragon’s chest and back like armour.

       The avian-man defence circle in the sky was severely torn open by Zhongyan, and the huge black wings were like a raging storm, indestructible.

       Qin Yun crushed the last stimulant syringe. His vision was blurry, and his wrists were stained with blood.


       Moschery had already run to the side of the spacecraft. Chris pulled up the handle in the c0ckpit, and Zhongyan flew down quickly. Moschery opened his arms to embrace Qin Yun and rolled in the moment the hatch closed.

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