Lin Yuan has a little secret, which no one knows.
Since childhood her body has been almost unaffected by any anesthetic drugs.
I don't know why, but spices, aphrodisiacs, alcohol and other neurological drugs have no effect on her.
She might fall asleep due to tiredness or faint due to physical blows, but she would not fall into a deep sleep due to being drowsy. Even the most powerful potion would have no effect on her.
So she drinks like it's fun and never gets drunk even after drinking a thousand cups.
She had never told anyone about this, so Ni Ji naturally didn't know about it.
When Ni Ji released the smoke, the sentries in the hall fell down one by one.
Lin Yuan thought that pretending to be unconscious at this time would be good for both himself and Ni Ji, so he pretended to faint.
She was better at controlling her mental fluctuations than Ni Ji. She closed off all her emotions. When she fell down, her body looked unconscious and it really looked like that.
It's just that he pretended so well that he deceived Ni Ji.
Lin Yuan fell down, and soon felt his body being caught by a strong arm and carefully steadying him.
The sentry is still his own sentinel, and he doesn't even want to let himself fall.
Lin Yuan thought happily that she had wanted to give Ni Ji a hint to let him know that she was awake.
But suddenly he found that the sentry treated him a little differently than usual. Lin Yuan couldn't tell exactly what was different.
My cheek was lightly rubbed by a finger. The touch was as light as catkins brushing past, but it was very vivid and remained on the skin, lingering.
It was Ni Ji who touched her hair gently, very lightly and without any harm.
Yet it seemed very heavy, as if he was holding something hot in his hands and carefully bringing it to his side.
They had supported each other on the battlefield before, so this hug was nothing.
Lin Yuan used to be a very slow person, but at this moment he suddenly became sharp.
Something seemed to have happened, and her intuition told her that she had to continue pretending.
Lin Yuan, who had his eyes closed, felt his hair being slightly pulled.
She heard Ni Ji's moist breathing and clear heartbeat, and felt that the sentinel holding her seemed to lift his mask a little and gently kiss the ends of her hair.
I can’t move, Lin Yuan thought. I must not let him know that I’m awake.
Although I didn't understand why, I always felt that it would be embarrassing if I opened my eyes at this moment.
Block everything, shield yourself from everything, and imagine yourself as a piece of unconscious wood.
Soon, Ni Ji gently put her down, opened the cage and rescued Ji Xuan.
Lin Yuan, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, realized belatedly that after sympathy, he felt a new emotion.
nervous
Ni Ji changed Ji Xuan into a sentry uniform, covered his face with blood, hid him among the many wounded, and pressed the down button of the elevator.
When the elevator door closed, he heard Ji Xuan struggling to speak and told him to take care.
The voice was very soft, with an uncontrollable sadness, as if these two words were such an unattainable luxury.
The more you understand the White Tower and experience the power of the Queen, the more you realize how slim the chances of survival are for those left behind.
The elevator door closed completely and the down sign lit up.
He was cautious and careful all the way, locking his mental picture tightly and not letting even a trace of emotion leak out.
No one can be allowed to capture his movements using mental detection abilities.
Perhaps because he often works with Lin Yuan, his ability to conceal his emotions has been particularly well honed in the past two years.
With the interference of the black knife, he successfully distracted the queen, who had powerful mental power, and rescued Ji Xuan from the queen's lair - the palace.
But Ni Ji knew that this was just the beginning, a small hole that they had torn open by trickery.
The next move is the most dangerous.
He had to attract the attention of the powerful pursuers by himself, so that all his companions who participated in this rescue plan could escape as much as possible.
The White Tower is not only filled with decorative nobles, but also contains countless truly powerful warriors.
Once those people come out in full force, with their spirit bodies chasing them through the air and the ground, it will be difficult for anyone to successfully leave the imperial capital.
Ni Ji came to the edge of a ventilation shaft and looked down at the timer on his personal terminal.
This is the pure white tower, which is called a beautiful world like a dream by outsiders.
There are schools and farms, science and technology parks and barracks, as well as the spire gardens and palaces. The huge buildings stacked up layer by layer protect all the functions that support the operation of human society.
But even here, there are dark and damp pipes and unattended ventilation shafts.
These places were his channels for invasion and escape.
Standing on the edge of the ventilation shaft, he lowered his head to estimate the distance between the gray and dull concrete platforms.
A breeze blew up from the bottom of the ventilation shaft and touched his skin, reminding him of the feeling of cold hair slipping through his fingers.
Calculating the time, the elevator is about to land, it's time to take action.
Ni Ji looked at the gaps between his fingers, a smile appeared on his lips, and he thought to himself, yes, today is a good day, at least I kissed her.
He let go of his mental barriers.
It was as if a tightly closed door had opened a crack, and the hatred and desire to destroy the White Tower had just poured out from the crack when a cold gaze instantly moved over and stared down at him.
Ni Ji reacted extremely quickly, and in an instant he closed the barrier again and closed the image.
But a powerful mental force, like the sharp stinger of a giant poisonous bee, broke through his forehead and pierced into it fiercely.
It's so terrifying.
It pierced deeply into the depths of the sea, filled with the wrath of the powerful being at the top of the white tower, and stirred violently in Ni Ji's mental picture.
It felt like his brain was being torn apart alive. Ni Ji fell to the ground in excruciating pain.
He fell onto a concrete platform several floors below, clenched his teeth to prevent his consciousness from collapsing, and once again tightly sealed his mental picture.
The deep sea erects a solid and broad barrier, sealing everything at the bottom of the sea and blocking all prying eyes from the outside world.
The sting that had pierced her mind was cut off and remained on the soft and beautiful seabed. The queen once again lost her position.
With a splitting headache, Ni Ji heard countless chaotic footsteps. Those people were rushing across the corridor near him, all the way up, and into the floor where he had just fallen.
As the mental power leaked, countless sentinels were attracted and dense noise surged towards that floor.
Taking advantage of this short period of time, Ji Xuan who was in the elevator was picked up by his companions who had been waiting downstairs in advance, and left the White Tower in the chaos.
The stairwell was filled with noisy shouts and chaotic footsteps.
No one knew that the rebel who had just deliberately revealed his identity had fallen several floors below.
But soon, the search will expand.
Ni Ji struggled to move his body, hiding himself in the shadows, and curled up in a dark corner to rest for a while.
The severe pain in his head eased a little, and he forced himself to stand up and look for a place to hide.
The footsteps of the searching soldiers were approaching and had already penetrated very close.
The sound of running could be heard from all directions.
Hiding became difficult, and Ni Ji hid in a small stairwell, narrowly avoiding a whole team of sentries passing by the door.
Groups of searchers were moving around densely, among them were truly powerful ones with sharp five senses.
Several times, my whereabouts were almost exposed.
There were occasional throbbing pains in his head, making it impossible for Ni Ji to fully concentrate on thinking.
Ni Ji leaned against the cold wall, frowning, his hair wet with cold sweat from the pain.
All he had to do was kill one more lone sentry, change into his clothes, go back to the sentry camp, and blend into the team.
Hold on a little longer. He pressed his painful forehead.
If only that person was by my side. This thought kept lingering in my mind.
He realized that something was wrong with him. It was as if something was interfering with his thinking, making him miss his guide so strongly as never before.
The top of the White Tower,
The Queen returns to the throne.
"Guide Lin and the others were just injected with anesthetics, nothing serious. They were injected with diluents and have been sent to the lower level to rest."
In front of the throne, Luther led the sentinels and carefully reported the situation.
On the huge throne carved out of jade, the queen's face was covered with a veil, her lips were bright red, and her skin was as white as the cold stone throne.
She hummed softly, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry.
"According to your instructions, the gates of the White Tower have been sealed tightly. Now, not even a mouse can escape."
Luther looked at her expression and continued tentatively.
"I have searched the entire tenth floor of the White Tower, but I haven't found any rebels yet. Is that right..."
"Are you happy, Luther?" The queen suddenly interrupted him, "Ji Xuan escaped."
Luther's back was covered in cold sweat. "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"
He was frightened and uneasy because he realized that at this moment he felt relieved and even very gratified.
I have sworn allegiance to His Majesty until death, so how could I be happy that a traitor who betrayed the empire escaped
As if she had heard what he was thinking, the queen spoke in a cold tone.
"You are too happy too soon. The traitor's mental picture has collapsed. Even if he escapes from here, he cannot escape the fate of becoming a monster."
"As for the ant that caused all this chaos..."
Pale fingers from the throne reached out, grasped the commander's chin, and lifted his face.
In front of everyone, she pressed harder with her fingers until he could no longer bear it, a look of humiliation in his eyes.
"It's just some clever tricks." The emperor on the throne said in a light tone, "It's just a puppy. Once the door is closed, there is nowhere to escape. It will soon show its tail."
"Once I catch him, I'll make him perform in front of everyone,"
"Perhaps he will still be your subordinate or acquaintance. He will not be as lucky as you and Ji Xuan. He won't even have a chance to die. I will make him dance non-stop and cry and repent. When the time comes, you have to watch here."
The porcelain-cold fingers released Luther and snapped their fingers lightly.
Snapped!
The crisp sound spread throughout the spacious hall.
At that moment, all the sentries in the White Tower heard the sound clearly in their minds.
At the lower level of the White Tower, Ni Ji, who had just avoided another team of sentries, suddenly heard a crisp sound in his mind.
Like a fuse, a switch.
The mental power that remained in his mind and had not yet completely dissipated, like the stinger of a poisonous bee, suddenly swam into the depths of the picture and ignited something.
(End of this chapter)