You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

In fact, Meng Jingting didn't want to come into contact with Zhong Xun's pheromones either; she felt bitter and hopeless.

But at this moment, a rich, sweet taste mingled with a hint of familiarity, and an invisible spiritual tentacle slipped into Meng Jingting's spiritual sea with almost no effort.

The mental energy, worn down and tangled like a ball of yarn, gradually returned to its proper place under the gentle caress of the tentacles.

This kind of comfort is hard to resist even for an S-level Alpha, let alone Meng Jingting, whose tolerance to sedatives has reached its maximum.

Meng Jingting leaned against the windowsill, his head slightly turned to the side. Fine beads of sweat quickly formed on his forehead. He rarely lost control under normal circumstances. If it weren't for his extraordinary willpower, he would have collapsed and given in long ago.

"I won't get a divorce," Zhong Xun coaxed gently.

It sounds beautiful, like clouds turning into dew, dripping gently and hitting your eardrums, making your heart tighten and clench.

"No." Meng Jingting suddenly turned to look at Zhong Xun, her eyes filled with indescribable determination. "I want a divorce."

"No divorce." Zhong Xun noticed that he was unsteady, so he pressed his knee forward between Meng Jingting's legs, while holding his shoulders with both hands. His mental tentacles became more and more unrestrained.

This is the first time Zhong Xun has used his spiritual tentacles in both his lifetimes.

He had always possessed this ability, but it was sealed away due to the so-called plot. When he took it out now, it was initially a little awkward and hesitant, but he quickly mastered it.

He methodically sorted through Alpha's mental sea, and after the half-dead mental energy was channeled, it would be gently stroked by his tentacles.

This is not much different from flirting to someone's face.

Meng Jingting fought back fiercely, but everything in his mental sea was magnified infinitely.

Self-control begins to crumble, and men have to grit their teeth to maintain their dignity.

He suddenly pushed Zhong Xun away and tried to leave the room.

however--

Click!

The air seemed to freeze, and Meng Jingting stiffly turned his head inch by inch.

What did he see?!

  

The handcuffs that were assigned to the adjudicator to arrest suspicious individuals are now on his wrists!

Meng Jingting shifted her gaze upwards, meeting Zhong Xun's calm and composed face.

Before he could even question her, Meng Jingting felt that Zhong Xun possessed a captivating beauty at that moment.

He raised his head, which was always bowed and calculating, and relaxed his tense shoulders. He had just washed his face and casually tousled his greasy slicked-back hair, which made him look a few centimeters taller. His slightly raised chin was fair and white, and there was a fleeting smile in his eyes.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Xun pulled him sharply!

Normally, this pull would have been harmless, but Zhong Xun's aura changed drastically, and his fair and slender hands suddenly became incredibly strong. Meng Jingting was almost overwhelmed by this irresistible pheromone.

boom!

Meng Jingting was slammed heavily onto the bed.

Zhong Xun handcuffed the other end of the handcuffs to the headboard.

Meng Jing's speech became slurred: "It shattered as soon as I used force."

Zhong Xun said, "You have no strength."

Meng Jing asked, "What exactly do you want...?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Zhong Xun stood to the side, his gaze gentle. "Once you have the pheromone mark, don't even think about divorcing me for the next six months."

Meng Jingting gritted her teeth, "I will never mark you!"

"It was me who marked you," Zhong Xun replied.

Nonsense! Meng Jingting's dignity almost crumbled. Where is there an Omega marking an Alpha?

He soon realized that countless spiritual tentacles were tightly enveloping him, and Meng Jing felt as if he had been hit on the head with a blunt object, which also carried a fragrance...

It hurts at first, but that's just an illusion; what follows is a gentle, soothing sensation like petals scattering.

Meng Jingting, one of the strongest Alphas on Earth, possessed unique aptitude and extraordinary talent. He was relentless in his pursuit of defeating his own kind, but today he was defeated here, his eyes filled with dazzling white light.

"I won't get a divorce." Zhong Xun's ethereal voice came through, carrying a strong seductive meaning.

Even though Meng Jingting had been flattened by the sea of ​​desire, a dragon's thorn still stood erect in her bones, as if she were clinging to the last vestige of her dignity. She responded in a low voice, "I want a divorce..."

Zhong Xun sat in the chair and shook his head helplessly.

Actually, Zhong Xun wasn't much better.

Mental counseling is inherently a secret and silent interaction. Although he was the initiator, Lu Zhewang's pheromones, which smelled of cliff cypress, had already filled the entire room.

This is a fatal trap for any Omega.

Zhong Xun's eyes and ears were bright red, and even his fingertips were flushed pink. He sat on the chair with his legs crossed, looking calm and composed, with only his fingers holding a cigarette trembling slightly.

A few minutes later, Zhong Xun took a drag of his cigarette, forcefully suppressing his primal urges.

This self-torture-like torment gave him a strange sense of satisfaction and a desire for control.

No one could understand how Zhong Xun, once a prodigy, had become a paranoid lunatic.

Those invisible puppet strings squeezed his soul into a small box from an observer's perspective, where he could neither see the world nor escape.

He could only watch helplessly as he became a laughingstock in endless torment, feeling his limbs and torso gradually weathering away.

Now that Zhong Xun has awakened, he will no longer relinquish his autonomy to any power.

Even if the other party is Meng Jingting.

Although Zhong Xun was exhausted after a whole night of counseling, it wasn't a complete waste of time.

He received so many pheromones from Meng Jingting that the strong scent of cliff cypress on his body couldn't be washed off when he took a shower in the morning.

His spirits were relaxed like never before. Zhong Xun tilted his head back and let the hot water pour over his entire body.

When he dried himself off, changed into clean clothes, and came out, the bulge on the bed remained motionless.

Zhong Xun made a phone call to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He checked the time and went downstairs, only to unexpectedly find Tan Que in the living room.

"Young Master Zhong..." a maid whispered.

Tan Que didn't notice anything amiss in those words. He was allergic to the name "Zhong," and without even looking up, he forced a smile and said, "Young Master Zhong."

It's vague and offensive; interpreting it as "dog thing" doesn't seem wrong.

"Hmm." Zhong Xun didn't care. Tan Que was loyal to Meng Jingting. In his previous life...

Zhong Xun smiled and said, "It's so early, sit down and eat with us."

Being so close, Tan Que was almost knocked to the ground by the familiar pheromones emanating from him.

Tan Que finally looked up in horror.

Grass!

Where did the holy light come from?

Zhong Xun's face has been striking since childhood. His features are delicate and beautiful, and his skin is very fair and clean, as if it has been washed clean. It seems as if you are not looking at a person, but at a painting.

Especially now, a beam of light is shining on Zhong Xun's face.

Tan Que's alarm radar was blaring at full blast!

Extreme beauty often evokes danger. Tan Que's voice trembled as she asked, "What did you do to Mr. Meng?"

Remembering Zhong Xun's invitation, Tan Que's eyes widened. "You poisoned the food?"

Zhong Xun: "..."