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

Prior to this, there was never any claim that contaminants were edible.

Meng Jing was determined not to eat it.

Although Zhong Xun was used to such things in his previous life, he didn't have this particular quirk.

On the contrary, the man beside Zhong Xun, seeing that they were unmoved, could not hide the greed in his eyes. He took off his expensive watch and gently pushed it to Zhong Xun.

It means to exchange.

All of this was done very discreetly, but it still caught the attention of the waiter.

Who comes here not for this meal? Of course, there are also those who come for the first time and can't overcome their fear, but the seated figure has straight shoulders and back, and his aura is unfathomable. It feels like the slightest movement could trigger some kind of "calamity".

Thinking this, the waiter stepped forward and helped Meng Jingting cut the meat.

After doing all this, the waiter withdrew his hand but showed no intention of leaving.

He seemed to want to watch Meng Jingting eat.

Their unusual movements had already attracted the attention of the security guards on the second floor.

Just as the security chief was about to make a gesture, a jarring sound of a knife scraping against a silver plate rang out, followed by an uncontrollable retching. Zhong Xun pulled out a chair to get up, but staggered and fell to his knees.

Meng Jingting's pupils contracted sharply, and she leaned over to help him up. The moment their bodies touched, Zhong Xun quickly patted the back of Meng Jingting's hand.

Several nearby waiters rushed over, and Zhong Xun released his pheromones appropriately.

A fierce wind rises in the empty valley, bending the grass and trees, and scattering the fragrance—this is a sign of pheromones going out of control.

Some astute Alphas realized that this Omega was entering a period of heightened sensitivity.

It was very disappointing, and many people cast disdainful and disgusted glances at them.

Of course, some Alphas took deep breaths, followed by an irrepressible ecstasy, which, though chaotic, was top-notch pheromones.

Gradually, the eyes of several Alphas changed. They stared intently at Zhong Xun, or more precisely, at the glands hidden behind his hair. Their biological instincts were instantly aroused. However, the next moment, the cold pupils of beasts in the thick darkness stared into their souls. With a shiver, they gradually withdrew their gazes.

After hearing the warning, Meng Jing forcefully pushed aside a waiter and touched Zhong Xun's hand.

The butler rushed forward and, seeing that Zhong Xun's condition was out of control, quickly gestured for them to go upstairs.

At the same time, another waiter brought over inhibitors and respectfully handed them to the Alphas who had just almost lost control.

After the ventilation system operated for one minute, Zhong Xun's pheromones completely disappeared.

Meng Jingting half-supported, half-carried Zhong Xun into a corner room.

Because it's underground, the ceiling here feels cramped.

As soon as the door closed, security guards surrounded the area.

They couldn't help but have doubts.

  

Meng Jingting quickly scanned the area with the barrier raised, confirming that there were no surveillance cameras.

"How are you?" Meng Jing asked, pulling his arm upwards. Zhong Xun then lightly climbed onto his neck, and the next second, a low, husky laugh came from the young man.

"I'm fine," Zhong Xun replied, shaking his head as he brushed his lips against Zhong Xun's neck, sending a radiating ticklish sensation through him.

Zhong Xun easily severed a strand of his own spiritual energy, so it looked like he was in the heat of the moment.

He couldn't possibly let Meng Jingting eat those things.

But the discomfort in my body is real.

"You know what to do, Judge," Zhong Xun said.

Meng Jingting did not place Zhong Xun on the sofa. It could be said that every inch of it meant pollution and danger to him. The man had strong arms and wrapped his arms around Zhong Xun's waist like an iron hoop, bearing his entire weight.

The cypress tree instantly calmed the burning pain caused by the break in his spiritual power. Zhong Xun's slender fingers gently gathered around Meng Jingting's clothes, gripping and releasing them as his spiritual power surged.

S-grade, highly nourishing!

"What have I done to deserve such good food? Waaah!" The word "hidden" echoed in my mind.

Zhong Xun: "..."

How could I let you see this? Zhong Xun's murderous intent began to rise.

"Hidden" realized something through its turbulent mental sea, and with a "roar," explained, "I can't see it! Really! I'm a sphere with a sense of distance; I wouldn't peek at these things! I just sensed the powerful aura of the cliff cypress!"

Zhong Xun spoke coldly in his mind: "Dare to peek? I'll beat you to death."

"Hidden" exhaled two bubbles and slowly sank into the sea of ​​the mind, thus making its will clear.

Three minutes of pheromone exchange leaves you feeling refreshed.

Zhong Xun patted Meng Jingting on the shoulder, indicating that he could relax.

Meng Jingting pursed his thin lips into a line, seemingly unwilling.

To be honest, given their compatibility of 70, the fact that Meng Jingting didn't do it for him here after the pheromone exchange was already a testament to her incredible self-control. Zhong Xun understood this, so he maintained his position with his toes on the ground and his heels off the ground, as if he were hanging on Meng Jingting, and took out his phone.

Zhong Xun opened an audio file.

When the volume was turned up to the maximum, Meng Jingting was first taken aback, then turned his head away.

The constant "hmm" and "ah" sounds in the audio are torture for normal people's ears.

The security guards outside heard everything clearly. After exchanging glances, they both saw the curse in each other's eyes: "What the hell is this?"

"You..." Meng Jingting wanted to say something, but he couldn't suppress the commotion.

Zhong Xun casually tossed his phone onto the sofa, leaned back slightly, and smiled as he looked at Meng Jingting.

His expression was languid and teasing, and his skin was bathed in a warm glow under the light, making him look exceptionally gentle and lively.

Knowing that he was making fun of him, Meng Jingting took a deep breath and put the person down.

Zhong Xun's lips moved slightly.

Meng Jing was stunned at first, then his brain automatically matched and translated, and before he could react, it exploded with a "buzz".

Zhong Xun said: "I'm sorry now, but what will you do if we do it later?"

Meng Jingting almost stomped on the floor and broke through it.

How could this person...?

Don't you feel embarrassed?

Zhong Xun took Meng Jingting's hand, and the Grand Judge only slightly pulled back before accepting it wholeheartedly. They walked forward step by step, and Zhong Xun gently pushed open the window. When the cold wind rushed in, the burning sensation on Meng Jingting's face not only did not subside, but instead flared up completely like wildfire.

His gaze instantly transformed into a sharp-edged carving knife, swiftly sculpting a circle along Zhong Xun's contours.

The same.

It's exactly like the figure from when I was a child, holding my hand, who would kick me over if anyone made fun of me for being an orphan.

Zhong Xun looked up at the window and saw that it was pitch black outside. He stretched out his hand and could barely touch the wall.

The next second, an arm was stretched out in front of him, and he was violently pulled back.

His back slammed against the burning chest, his hair fluttered around his face, and the wind carried the unique earthy scent of the ground, thick and choking. But Zhong Xun was slightly stunned at this moment. The cliff cypress endured the torment, wind and snow day after day, waiting, its figure pressing down on the mountain range, enough to see far into the distance. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he finally saw the valley that had once lifted him up.

"Zhong Xun." Meng Jing rested her chin on his ear and said, word by word, "Liar."