Chapter 92: Hungry hungry, eat eat

Hungry hungry, eat eat

In the high-speed spinning tornado, the two were like falling leaves, unable to control their bodies and could only go with the motion.

For a moment, the whole world spun, up and down indistinguishable, vision blurred, the brain felt dazed and ached continuously.

Inside the tornado, energy was mottled, unable to exchange with the outside; air pressure was low, skin bore immense pressure, and inside the ears it felt as if bells were being struck, a constant hum.

Fu Guang's face turned pale; even with a merfolk's sturdy flesh, in a tornado like a meat grinder, she could not remain unharmed.

But it was still stronger than her human body; estimated that as soon as she was swept into the tornado, she would be torn to shreds.

The hand at her waist was like a chain, firmly binding her to Lan Qian; if she were thrown out,.......

Fu Guang touched the space near her earlobe; better not be thrown out, she leaned against the Sentinel, propping up her head, trying to discern the scene before her.

At first, the Sentinel's protective aura enveloped the two, causing no major hindrance.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Various energies struck the Sentinel's energy shield; each hit faded its color a bit, and the deep-blue shield, under constant energy bombardment, gradually turned transparent.

Fu Guang, in the swaying embrace, closed her eyes until a moment came when she opened them.

A faint red energy, wavering on the verge of collapse, snapped against the shield at close range.

A soundless dot appeared on Fu Guang's nose tip; she seemed to hear a 'hualala' sound, cracks spread, and Lan Qian's upheld energy shield vanished completely.

Whooo.

Lan Qian forcibly pressed the girl's head into his embrace, facing himself.

The wind noise beside Fu Guang's ears grew louder; at this rate, she'd go deaf even if she wasn't already. She bit her fingertip, resolved to sever all five senses to avoid interfering with her judgment.

Lan Qian's hand rested on her shoulder, red threads spreading from his body, layer by layer enveloping Fu Guang.

"Lan Hua?" Fu Guang asked questioningly.

A thin voice, somewhat hesitant, said, "Mother, he let me drink blood to protect you."

"Lan Qian's condition is now the most important; just keep my vital signs stable." Fu Guang calmly said to Lan Hua.

She knew this journey would not be easy, and she had prepared herself.

"Yes." Lan Hua was on the verge of tears from anxiety, but she could not defy the Creator's order, only able to lessen the protection a bit.

Lan Qian looked ahead; in his blurred vision, high-speed metal fragments within the tornado came straight at him. He recognized them as S-rank weapon shards from the military; this strike would surely shred his scales.

They could not move on their own, with no escape; Lan Qian clung tightly to the girl, scales spreading across his face, leaving only a pair of clear eyes.

For a blood-beast Sentinel, going full beast means abandoning reason, instantly becoming several times stronger, but the cost is that the chance of mutation also multiplies.

Screech.

The exposed scales on his back were torn, blood mixing into the tornado; the pungent smell of blood and seawater filled Fu Guang's nose and mouth.

The hand supporting the Sentinel's chest slipped, and the skin beneath was covered with a layer of smooth scales. Fu Guang tried to grow scales as well, but the scales seemed to have a will of their own.

However many scales after transformation, that's how many scales remain now.

The swift airflow inside the tornado accelerates heat loss, and blood loss carries heat away with it.

As a merfolk of the deep sea, her body temperature is already low; Fu Guang's hand resting on the Sentinel's body felt like touching a bone-chilling ice block, the whole fish as if lying in an ice coffin; in extreme cold, she shuddered uncontrollably.

The hand resting on her back tightened; a small stone was flying fast toward her, and at this rate it would only strike Fu Guang's shoulder.

Lan Qian's thoughts now relied solely on intuition; he would not allow any possibility that might harm the king.

Lan Qian suddenly opened his mouth; a soaring sound wave instantly shattered everything around him into dust.

Don't be afraid, I will protect you well.

The scales beneath his palm tensed; the merfolk's words automatically transformed in his ear.

Fu Guang, smaller than the Sentinel, is also a near‑adult; in a hugging posture, she simply cannot protect every part.

Fu Guang realized something; she pressed her lips, thinking the best solution was for Lan Qian to store all his energy now, protect himself, rather than smash these stones.

He is the main figure now; as long as he maintains his condition, that's enough. She stared, mouth opening.

She wanted to tell Lan Qian that a few wounds didn't matter; a battle‑hardened Sentinel would know this was the most effortless way, but in the end she closed her mouth again.

She smelled a strange odor rising from Lan Qian, hard to describe.

Fu Guang furrowed her brow, thought of something, and opened both of their spiritual channels; spiritual power flowed rapidly between their mental landscapes.

Lan Qian only felt his spirit jolt; after his humanity broke free from his beastly nature, he realized his mental landscape had been opened.

An S-rank Sentinel, if resisting, even an S-rank Guide could not easily open his mental landscape; even without resistance, no Guide could silently unlock a Sentinel's mental landscape.

The protection of one's mental landscape is the top priority for anyone awakened to spiritual power; having another open it means one will be controlled by them, one's life placed in their hands.

Unless one side is an S-rank Guide and the other a B-rank Sentinel, but their combination is clearly reversed.

Lan Qian was neither angry nor afraid; he now wanted to kiss the girl's forehead—truly worthy of being his king.

This time the spiritual passage was different; Fu Guang opened half of her mental landscape, and Lan Qian, if attentive, could see an iceberg hanging upside down beneath the sea surface.

Fu Guang felt somewhat uncomfortable; after opening her mental landscape, Lan Qian's spiritual power surged uncontrolled, foreign spiritual power rushing straight to the blue egg, washing over it like a tide.

Even if absorbed by the egg, they still swarmed around it, unreservedly letting the egg absorb their spiritual power.

Fu Guang's pupils trembled; she only wanted Lan Qian to quickly recover his spiritual power, forgetting about the spiritual‑power glutton 'Xiao Lan'—Xiao Lan, whether well‑meaning or not, will eat whatever reaches its mouth.

Hungry hungry, eat eat

"Stop!" Fu Guang's spiritual power tried to envelop Xiao Lan, to separate it from Lan Qian's power, but Lan Qian's power accepted all comers, pulling her spiritual power into his own, forming spiritual tendrils that gently stroked every inch.

Without hesitation, it poured energy into her spiritual power, then gathered the remaining spiritual power into his surging spiritual power.

Fu Guang uncomfortably closed her eyes, her breathing a little ragged; her whole body felt like naked falling into boundless seawater, the water gently engulfing her nose and mouth, making her unable to breathe, completely enveloping her.