Vicious cannon fodder is prohibited for beauties to play

Chapter 121 He is a Vase Marriage Scammer B (10)

Mental power is born from the spiritual sea in the brain. When attacked by mental power, the brain will feel severe pain.

Si Cen's eyes turned cold, and he was sure that the things in Jiang Shuishui's brain that were constantly disturbing and eroding his mental power were also a kind of mental power.

Since nothing could be detected by doctors or instruments, Si Cen thought of the Zerg - although in the setting of this book, the Zerg have no mental powers. They are a group of interstellar pests without brains that only know how to eat.

But the setting also implicitly hints that just because humans haven't discovered mental power in those Zerg, it doesn't mean that all Zerg lack mental power.

The annoying thing is that the only storyline Si Cen can get is until the cannon fodder he plays is killed. As long as the subsequent storyline has nothing to do with him, the task system will not let him see it.

The cannon fodder of this world died too early. He had never come into contact with Jiang Che and the Border Star, let alone the Zerg. His knowledge of many things was limited. He could only speculate that the mental power in Jiang Che's brain was most likely the root cause of his serious injury in the last battle six years ago.

It seems that he still needs to understand the whole story of Jiang Che's injury and analyze the situation at that time.

Si Cen thought again of his tentative confrontation with those disgusting "substances" just now, and his mind was quickly thinking about whether there was a quickest solution.

If he could use magic energy here, he could directly help Jiang Che devour those "bugs" in his mental power, just like he cleared the toxins from Uncle Shen's body.

But he obviously can't use this trick, so... does he have to start with his own mental power?

For a moment, a thought flashed through Si Cen's mind: why was it that almost every time, Little Cake was waiting for him to cure his illness and save his life?

Is this a coincidence?

What a coincidence, the demon head Cen Cen was able to fight his way up from the bottom of the demon food chain to the top. The thing I least believe in is coincidence.

But...who told him that this was the partner he gave the succubus seal to? Even if he knew there was something fishy about it, the devil Cen Cen would not just leave the cake alone for fear of being ambushed.

What’s the difference between that and a scumbag!

The beautiful succubus' lips were dyed bright red by her own blood, and her fox eyes were scorchingly bright, with a hint of pink occasionally flashing in her pupils. There was an indescribable strange and gorgeous color in her dangerous look, which was simply shocking.

Cen Cen loves danger and challenges the most. The more dangerous it is, the more excited she is.

And it's so interesting.

He murmured, "Jiang Che, your name sounds very watery, and your pheromone smells like melted ice and snow. From now on, I will call you Shui Shui~ Jiang Shui Shui, don't be afraid, Cen Cen will definitely wake you up~"

Unfortunately, he forgot that he was a fragile and sickly person in this world. Just as he finished his big talk, Si Cen felt a sharp pain in his head and his eyes went dark, and he fell headfirst onto Jiang Che.

Si Cen did not notice that the blood he had just spit out had been tightly wrapped by countless surging, rich and cold pheromones, with a kind of eager and fanatical greed, as if he wanted to lick them clean without leaving any trace.

At the same time, the little finger that Si Cen was hooking moved very slightly.

It seemed like she was trying very hard to respond to Si Cen's hook, but unfortunately she was powerless. She could only curl up loosely, trying to hold Cen Cen's white and tender fingertips a little bit.

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Jiang Che didn't know how long he had been in that dark, disordered, chaotic state.

He was already in a state of chaos and actually couldn't realize whether time was long or short, whether it was stagnant or passing.

Until one moment, he suddenly smelled a faint scent of orange.

It was incomprehensible, but at that moment he suddenly wanted to eat oranges—even though he didn’t even know what “oranges” were—and at that moment he suddenly “woke up.”

Not fully awake either.

But it is much better than the previous chaotic state where I had no clear consciousness at all.

He was eager to smell that orange scent again, but it seemed like a long time had passed before the scent reappeared. Then it came and went. Later, counterfeits appeared. At first glance, they seemed exactly the same, but Jiang Che found it unpleasant. There were too many counterfeits.

He felt extremely violent at that moment, wishing he could tear everything apart. He could feel his mental strength and pheromones running wild.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, the fake smell that Jiang Che hated no longer appeared, and he could smell his favorite orange scent again.

Unfortunately, the fragrance disappeared soon.

He was sometimes in a state of disorder and loss of control, sometimes in dark silence, and sometimes full of desire.

His mind wasn't actually very clear; it was more like an instinct engraved on his soul.

The loss of the scent nearly caused him to fall completely back into his previous disorder.

Then, he "smelled" an orange scent that was so strong and so desired by him. His pheromones were like a beast out of a cage, rushing towards the sweet aroma.

I like it very much, I like it very much, I like it very much…

It's mine, mine, mine, mine!

I just want to hide him, eat him up, and drench him completely with pheromones...

Every strand of pheromone is madly craving for it. If he is rejected or lost at this moment, Jiang Che has no doubt that he will collapse immediately, and even pheromone disorder cannot keep up with his speed of collapse.

Fortunately, he was completely wrapped in his orange scent.

Not even a millimeter was spared, tightly...

Still not satisfied, I just feel more thirsty.

Wanting to respond, wanting to be touched.

Then he was touched.

On the little finger, on the heart...

There is even an illusion that from skin to bones, from blood to soul, they seem to be fused and interdependent, inseparable as an entirety.

But it's not enough.

Still not enough...

What does he want? Jiang Che’s brain is unable to think right now. He is just acting on instinct, instinctive greed and desire, instinctive...wanting more than just pheromones.

He wanted to get out of this darkness.

I also want to touch the softness on my little finger, and want to hold it tightly with both hands, tightly, inseparable...

For a moment, he seemed to have broken free from the darkness, and he could clearly feel the weight and temperature of his body.

Jiang Che didn't have time to be ecstatic. He seemed to have exerted a tremendous amount of strength, but he only moved his little finger with difficulty.

Before he was shrouded in darkness again, he seemed to smell blood.

Jiang Che thought: Is he injured? He must be in pain.

It seemed like the pain had been going on for a long time, and he had also been feeling pain for a long, long time.

Intense heartache and anxiety enveloped him, and a feeling of powerlessness that was almost enough to breed endless violence surged up in him.

He wants to wake up.

He wants to wake up!

Even if I could just blow on his wound gently and wipe off the blood, it would be better than just watching him like this.

He seemed to have watched helplessly and heartbrokenly for too long...

I really want to hug him...