Can Kapibala Be a Guide?

[This is not a pure sweet novel, nor is it a healthy love story. Everyone has their own mental illness. If you mind, please don't enter. This is a literature that will turn into a heartthrob if you dislike it.] [The popular columns of the same genre include "Beta, Not Attracted by Pheromones" and "Writer's Wife, But Passing Through Infinite Flow" in advance. I hope everyone will pay more attention to them! In the mental test at the age of sixteen, Bai Qianying failed to detect any ability of healing or attack. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the Bai family, which has had high hopes for him since his birth. So, the stern head of the family threw him to the most remote sentry tower: If you don't make a name for yourself and disgrace the Bai family, don't come back! Bai Qianying: (calm) (well-behaved) Oh, okay. Everyone:? Doesn't he know what kind of devilish place a sentry tower in a remote area is? Bai Qianying really didn't know, he was just a Capibala with a stable mood. After running away for three years, he encountered too many strange sentinels. But none of this could break his calmness. Sentinel One, S-class, is famous for his coldness, so much so that no one would have thought that he would even let the snow leopard spirit body roll over in front of Bai Qianying. After being touched, he would narrow his eyes comfortably and make a purring sound. Bai Qianying: (confused) Why does the cat keep making noises? Sentinel No. 2, S+ level, a well-deserved humanoid weapon, with desire as heavy as the desire to kill, hugged Bai Qianying tightly from behind, and breathed heavily on his neck. He showed a fragile and humble side that no one had ever seen before, and begged: "Please..." Bai Qianying: (calm) Ah, I haven't washed my bowl yet (struggling lightly) (can't break free) Bai Qianying: (Silence) Then you can do it. Sentinel Three, Dark Sentinel, the most powerful combat power of the tower, the Blade of the Empire, was mentally stable, so stable that even Bai Qianying had an emotion other than calmness: surprise. One time, the dark sentinel who came down from the battlefield was covered in blood, and his combat uniform was torn, revealing a large area of ​​scarred abdominal muscles. The strong muscles undulated slightly with his breathing. He frowned: "I don't need any healing or offensive guides." Bai Qianying: (nodding calmly) Well, it just so happens that I don't have any healing or offensive powers. Dark Sentinel:? What's the use of you then? Bai Qianying was silent for a while, then transformed into his spiritual body Kapibala: Then I'll give you an orange. —— At first, these self-proclaimed sentinels had no interest in such an inconspicuous Capibala. But gradually, they discovered that this seemingly harmless little animal possesses amazing strength. From the Altas arena to the battlefield where he competes with alien species for living space, victory will be unconditional in his favor. Bai Qianying will tolerate them. In his eyes, these arrogant sentinels are no longer consumables that can be discarded at will, but almost precious existences that can be equally comforted and treated by him. He is calm and gentle, with soft and smooth chestnut brown hair. Sometimes he looks at you and smiles, with a slight dimple at the corner of his mouth. So cute. In the darkness, selfishness quietly grows, and everyone wants Bai Qianying to only look at them. —— Bai Qianying felt as if she was very popular with little animals, and countless spiritual bodies were swirling around him. The majestic snow leopard rolled around under his feet like a big cat, the enthusiastic dog rubbed and licked him, the white fox liked to tease his ankles with its tail, and the white lamb nestled in his arms, exuding the pleasant smell of grass... He was wrapped in plush and at a loss. He didn't notice that the masters of the spiritual body were standing in the dark, looking into his eyes, with desire burning like a prairie fire. Tips: 1. Imperfect protagonist and imperfect supporting role. 2. The growth-type protagonist has a process of transformation from a little waste to a powerful heartthrob. It is not exciting from the beginning. The copywriter also wrote that he is relatively wasteful at the beginning. 3. The author is good at cooking with XP, but logic is a dead end for players. 4. The author writes for the pleasure of cooking. If you don't like the plot, just quit. [The copy was screenshotted on 2024.8.20] —————————————— The following is the copy of the advance collection of "Beta, not attracted by pheromones"~ [The heartthrob Abo, Shou is really a beta, he will not become an omega] Rong Qianyu is a beta and is not attracted to pheromones. When AAOO was confused and didn't know what the world was, he passed by the ums and ahs all over the world without a single leaf touching him. Later, because of a small mistake, he was exiled to a remote galaxy to guard by the old gangsters at the top of the federation. The betas from the central high-level galaxy are gentle and calm. Just standing there are different from the alpha soldiers who are full of brutality and blood. Although it is not a rare and weak omega, it can barely be used as a meal replacement to grind teeth. More and more eyes fell on him, becoming more and more undisguised. But Rong Qianyu is a beta doctor, not attracted by pheromones, and dedicated to his work. The out-of-control humanoid weapon in the susceptible stage will be imprisoned in the basement and closely guarded after leaving the battlefield. Even if it is seriously injured, no one dares to approach him. Anyway, he will not die because of his super self-healing ability. Just as he was suppressing the violence and pain in his heart and licking his wounds as usual, Rong Qianyu pushed open the door of the solitary room and treated him gently (reattaching his severed hand with a click) and meticulously (finding a huge needle and giving him an injection), and forgave him even if he lost control (meaning to knock him unconscious with a palm). He was like a beam of light shining into this imprisoned world. He originally thought that Rong Qianyu was just his own light, but suddenly he realized that there were so many people surrounding Rong Qianyu, so many that it made him angry. Alpha 1, known for his romantic style, smelled of wild roses and had a frivolous and wanton smile. He handed the leash of the collar to Rong Qianyu, forced him into a corner with his tall body, and promised to be his only puppy. Rong Qianyu pushed up his glasses: "No, the Federation advocates equality for everyone. You are a respectable soldier, not anyone's dog." Alpha No. 1: ... Don't say things that make people feel good with a righteous face. The upright, serious, steady and self-sustained alpha number 2 never allowed himself to become addicted to anything. He took the initiative to take inhibitors every month and never let his pheromones float out. No one knew the taste of his pheromones. During a long-lost loss of control, the cool and calm beta ignored the strong smell of tequila that enveloped him and focused on providing him with mental counseling. Alpha 2 suddenly struggled violently, breathing heavily like a beast. Rong Qianyu:? Don't insult my treatment skills, you must be faking it. After the treatment, beta stood up and prepared to leave. He sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose and suddenly felt a different subtle smell in the air. Even the only young man in the Federation who sat as the first commander of the 13th Legion as an omega tightly held his hand and refused to let him leave. With a pair of blurred eyes open, he pulled his hand and reached for the back of his neck. Rong Qianyu: Wait, I don't have this function. I won't mark people. You can find someone else. Rong Qianyu: Why do you stand taller than me? Rong Qianyu:? Take it out? * Rong Qianyu's body was always covered with the smell of various pheromones, and every pair of eyes looking at him contained thoughts that could not be exposed. But he sniffed and smelled nothing. He ignored everyone's gaze and left calmly. After all, he is a beta and is not attracted to pheromones. Purpose: People must have ideals