Wizard attacks
In the Federation, guides are scarce, and high-level guides are especially precious. Ji Yuting, as an S-class guide, always has warm eyebrows, a clear smile, and is polite to everyone. He is recognized as the most gentle and decent guide in the entire tower. Countless sentries squeeze their heads, just to get a mental treatment from him.
A case of serial disappearance of sentinels that had been concealed for many years and filled with doubts led him to District 17, the most chaotic and closed district in the Federation. There is no bright order here, only sin and pursuit hidden in the dark. Once his identity is exposed, he is surrounded and escapes into an uncared alley.
It was Ling Yanxing who saved him.
The sentry, who was full of boyishness and whose eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, gave him a place to stay and said he would take him home.
Leaving in a hurry, Ji Yuting left a note and a thank-you gift and left without saying goodbye. He originally thought this was just an incident during the investigation, but he never expected that he would see that figure again at the banquet of the Sentinel Academy at the opening ceremony of the new term.
After the banquet, Ling Yanxing chased after him without hesitation, not caring that the front was a realm he could not set foot on.
The street lamp cast a bright color on him, and the shade of the trees resisted many unseen emotions. For unknown reasons, he seemed to have always indulged him.
After several twists and turns, the next target of the missing sentry case turned out to be Ling Yanxing.
Ji Yuting did not expect that Ling Yanxing would take the initiative to use his body as bait regardless of his own safety. He suppressed his smile, but there was anger in his eyes that would not go away.
After a year, Ji Yuting, who returned to District 17 again, walked calmly and worked out the final answer from some details of the past.
——Remember the binding heat——
The ignorant sentry thought he had a sudden high fever. His whole body was hot and his consciousness was confused, but the cold and alluring guide element lingered on the tip of his nose.
After many rounds of passion, Sentinel finally understood that he was not suffering from a fever but from a combination fever.
He looked at the guide in front of him, eager to be comforted.
The guide looked at him with a gentle smile, lowered his eyes and shed all disguises, and patiently gave him spiritual comfort. What else do you want? Can you tell me?
Intention: Break through the darkness and follow your heart
