Don't Randomly Pick up Sick and Weak Guides

To the post, the guide is to attack. The sick and sinister Gong x is cold but double-standard and is always worried about the sentry who is too sick and weak. What is a guide? Fragile, poor in physical skills, good at mental power, the support and vassal of the Sentinel? In the 631st year of the Empire, Xie Zhuo, an S-class guide who had been exiled to District 11, with his usual lazy and careless smile, twisted off the emperor's head with one hand. His face was pale, his bones were broken, and he looked like he would cough up a mouthful of blood at any time, but no one present dared to breathe harder. The old emperor died and the dynasty changed. Outside the palace were crowds of people, as silent as the deep snow in District 11, standing quietly, waiting for the dawn they had long awaited. And the instigator of all this casually threw away the emperor's head, slowly walked down from the throne, and stretched out his hand with clear knuckles in front of a person. "Shen Fuzhou." Xie Zhuo's voice was soft. "My hands are dirty and I'm bleeding. Please wipe them for me." * Xie Zhuo died in the cold winter in District 11 in his previous life. He was born into a noble family in the Norman Empire. As an S-class guide, he should have had the brightest future: inheriting the title, marrying another S-class sentinel, and living a life of wealth and splendor. All changes happened when he was eighteen years old. His family went bankrupt and his fiancé betrayed him. He was exiled to District 11, the most desolate place with year-round snowfall. Being penniless and having to conceal his identity as a guide to prevent him from being snatched away by countless watching sentries, Xie Zhuo killed his own spiritual body with his own hands and became a disabled guide from then on. After struggling for several years, he still could not escape the pursuit from the empire and died in the winter at the age of twenty. When he woke up again, he was reborn as eighteen years old. Good news: He's alive. Bad news: The spirit is dead, and he's on the train to District 11. Five minutes later, the train will be hijacked by the legendary Dark Sentinel, who broke a leg when he jumped off the train to escape. Obviously, now that he has lost his mental body and drags his frail body, it is impossible for him to jump out of the car again. Xie Zhuo lowered his eyes and thought, he must live. * This was an ordinary hijacking. Shen Fuzhou stepped onto the train and mentally calculated how long the supplies would be able to be brought back to District 11. "Boss! There is a noble young master here! He looks like he is dying!" The subordinate's voice came, and Shen Fuzhou looked up. The white-haired boy was as pale as snow, sitting quietly on his seat. A long gash was cut on his wrist by a knife, and he was bleeding. His voice was also like snow, cool and ice-cold, falling gently to the ground like thunder: "I am the guide." "Sentinel, do you need Guisu?" The white-haired boy raised his hand and smiled as he put his bleeding wrist in front of his eyes. Shen Fuzhou finally smelled a faint scent of guide element. This is a weak disabled guide. Shen Fuzhou thought. But he's still ruthless enough that he doesn't mind raising another little loser. But he never thought that this would last a lifetime. * Su Shuang upgrades his career, the careerist and his sharpest knife. Gong initially used Shou for revenge, and Shou initially raised Gong with the mentality of raising a son. Two people basically realize their feelings at the same time. If you really want to say it, you should accept it earlier. The arrow of attack is very thick. If you are unintentional, you will be emotional. All the true love is only for one person. Except for the two protagonists, all supporting characters may receive lunch boxes at any time, so please be aware. 20240328, The copywriting will be changed, but the core message will not change. Intention: Weak and weak, control the field and have top-level Soviet attack.