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

Xie Wencheng kept chattering in my ear, "What kind do you like?"

Tell me about it.

"Discussing it with your brother isn't illegal."

Meng Jingting was getting annoyed by him, but then she suddenly remembered the light in the corner of his eye, so she casually said, "I want the kind of person who looks good when he smiles."

Everyone knows that Zhong Xun always has a cold face and his brows are always furrowed.

"Holy crap! There!" Xie Wencheng suddenly slapped Meng Jingting on the shoulder.

Following the direction he pointed, Meng Jingting saw a person standing slightly backlit, tilting his head to gaze at the incessant roar of the waves. In the distance, dolphins were leaping and tumbling, splashing magnificent sprays of water.

The young man must have liked it very much; a smile played on his lips. Although only his profile was visible, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Driven by alcohol, Meng Jingting got up and walked away uncontrollably.

Hearing the noise, the other person turned around, revealing distinct features.

Zhong Xun: "What's wrong?"

Meng Jing heard: "...No."

The effects of the alcohol have mostly worn off.

There is no attraction without a reason in this world.

Zhong Xun said gently, "Drink less."

"Um."

Xie Wencheng saw it clearly and rubbed his face vigorously.

Meng Jingting returned with a blank expression.

Xie Wencheng: "It's okay, it's okay. The first failure doesn't mean anything. We'll try again."

Hsieh Wen-cheng: "Besides laughing, what else do you like?"

Meng Jingting paused for a moment, then said, "Kind, compassionate..."

Everyone knows Zhong Xun is a fearsome figure; once you offend him, you can't get rid of him.

"These are hard to find; you need to make contact with them," Xie Wencheng said, pointing to several others.

Meng Jing didn't even lift his eyelids. Xie Wencheng didn't understand; he was reminiscing.

Suddenly, the two of them froze.

In the afternoon, the beach was covered in gold. Next to a small wooden cabin that was perfect for taking pictures, a young man was crouching down and scratching the owner's cat. Even in the dim light, the cat's outline was still clearly visible.

The other person had long, slender fingers, and the kitten comfortably arched its body and raised its head.

Hsieh Wen-cheng: "This person clearly has a kind heart!"

  

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Jingting rushed off again.

I always feel that this figure...

The young man noticed his approach and turned to look.

Zhong Xun asked, "Haven't you finished drinking yet?"

Meng Jing heard: "Soon..."

"Okay then."

Meng Jing turned around and saw Xie Wencheng banging his head against the table.

After sitting down, the two remained silent.

"Wow!"

"So cool!"

The crowd on the beach exclaimed in amazement and praise. Meng Jingting squinted and looked up, just in time to see a person perform a beautiful aerial spin on a skateboard when the waves were surging at their most fierce, then slide down smoothly, and finally be gently pushed to the shore.

Her figure was well-proportioned and beautiful, and the fleeting glimpse of her fair jawline was captivating.

"Hey, boss!" Xie Wencheng exclaimed excitedly, his tongue slurring.

The young surfer handed his skateboard to the staff, and when his face was revealed, it was indeed Chung Xun.

Xie Wencheng suddenly burst out laughing.

Zhong Xun stepped forward. "Is it over?"

Meng Jingting gave up resisting and said, "Mm."

"I'll help you to the lounge to sober up," Zhong Xun said.

Smoke bombs, tranquilizer grenades, whatever kind of bombs they are—anything unusual must be suspicious, Meng Jingting told himself. The next second, a long, slender hand, white as porcelain, appeared in front of him.

Meng Jing grasped Xie Wencheng's hand amidst his earth-shattering cough.

Zhong Xun looked at Xie Wencheng curiously: "Is Young Master Xie feeling unwell?"

"It's alright, it's alright." Xie Wencheng's face was ashen. He had spent half his life giving advice to others, and it was rare for him to fail so badly. Of course, he was also angered by Meng Jingting, this good-for-nothing. "You guys go ahead, I'll enjoy the scenery for a while longer."

Zhong Xun: "Okay."

As Meng Jingting stood up, she smelled that cool, slightly sweet scent again.

He lost his footing and stumbled, but Zhong Xun took most of his weight. Xie Wencheng, on the other side, had already closed his eyes and didn't want to watch anymore.

Upon hearing Meng Jing's identity, the lounge was arranged in advance.

After getting the key from the manager, Zhong Xun opened the door and led the people straight to the bedroom.

Meng Jingting insisted on taking off her coat and shoes herself and lying down.

Zhong Xun pulled the blanket up for him, and heard the man ask, "Where are you going?"

"There's a little bug following me. I'll go check it out," Zhong Xun said softly.

Meng Jing frowned: "Where did these bugs come from in this place?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Zhong Xun's spiritual tentacles easily entered Meng Jingting's mental sea. "Go to sleep."

These two words spread slowly in his mind like the sound of a singing bowl being struck. Meng Jing's self-control shattered at the slightest touch, and he fell into complete darkness.

Based on Meng Jingting's workload over the past three days, his total sleep time has not exceeded five hours.

Zhong Xun left only after Meng Jingting had fallen asleep.

The area ahead was bustling, so Zhong Xun bypassed the white building and went to the deserted back slope.

Su Shengjie was overjoyed.

The back slope is close to the wild sea and has not yet been developed. There are conspicuous warning signs on the shore. Looking around, there are only three wooden houses next to each other, which are used for sightseeing and to store some miscellaneous items.

Zhong Xun stood on the shore, the sea breeze making his clothes cling to his body, making him appear tall and slender.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Su Shengjie's face was beaming with an undisguised smile; he never expected Zhong Xun to be so reckless.

Zhong Xun turned around.

Su Shengjie, his face full of malice, said, "I remember warning you not to mess with Xiao Tian."

Zhong Xun chuckled softly.

Upon seeing this, Su Shengjie suddenly felt an extremely strange sensation.

Zhong Xun is Xiao Tian's older brother. Upon closer inspection, the two do bear some resemblance. The sea breeze carried a cool, refreshing scent from the empty valley. Su Shengjie paused for a moment before realizing it was Zhong Xun's pheromones.

It smells so good.

A gentle touch to a sensitive spot in one's heart sends a blissful, inexplicable dryness to the mouth.

Su Shengjie's gaze toward Zhong Xun slowly changed.

"If you beg for mercy now, I can let you go," Su Shengjie said.

Zhong Xun asked curiously, "How will you beg for mercy?"

Su Shengjie's gaze couldn't help but fall on those rosy lips, thinking to himself how he had never noticed before that their lips were so beautiful, especially when they curved.

"You..." A certain emotion in Su Shengjie's eyes grew stronger and stronger, until finally he brazenly loosened his tie and gave Zhong Xun a provocative smile, "Come here."

Zhong Xun did as he was told and stepped forward.

This greatly satisfied Su Shengjie's vanity.

Meng Jingting's Omega is now going to submit to him.

Without Su Shengjie's instruction, Zhong Xun slowly raised his hand, seemingly to touch his face. Su Shengjie took a deep breath of the sweet pheromones, and a fire suddenly ignited in his heart.

The consequence of losing a sense of crisis is that one's mental sea can be easily invaded by mental tentacles.

Zhong Xun's pheromone level is B, and from the moment he awakens in this life, what originally belonged to him has been slowly returning.

His current pheromone level should be A.

The mental tentacles grasped a wisp of mental energy, and with just a gentle touch, Su Shengjie almost groaned in pleasure.

Zhong Xun's smile deepened.

The next second, this spiritual energy was violently torn off by the tentacles!

It was the ultimate experience of falling from heaven to hell. Su Shengjie suddenly looked up and widened his eyes, his pupils bursting with blood vessels, his lips half-open, emitting a low, hoarse hissing sound.

"Beg for mercy?" Zhong Xun's voice was icy cold. His face, which had been so alluring just moments before, had now become the sharpest knife.

Covered in frost and snow, it deterred anyone from approaching.

But Su Shengjie could no longer escape.

Zhong Xun grabbed his hair and slammed him hard against a nearby boulder. With a loud "bang," blood exploded instantly.

Zhong Xun struck three times, each blow heavier than the last, his eyes filled with an unyielding, chilling calm.

Given Su Shengjie's pheromone level, he won't die; he'll just be in a temporary coma.

Zhong Xun violently severed several strands of spiritual energy.

Su Shengjie's body twitched involuntarily, indicating that he was in some kind of severe pain.

Zhong Xun looked down at Su Shengjie from his vantage point, then used his mental tentacles to erase all traces of his pheromones before finally kicking Su Shengjie off the hillside.

Whether I die or not, my mental strength has been severely damaged anyway, and I'll be in a daze for a while after I wake up.