Cyril hadn't slept since he woke up. He had slept long enough, so long that it had wasted more than half a year of human life, and such a situation should not have happened.

He had spent the night compiling the materials with Sabin, Virginia, and Calf through Guò Walt, Madame Aurée and several high-ranking Imperial guides came over from time to time to relax him, and General Thor sat in this room until the morning when he was called away by a message from the military headquarters.

After combing through and backing up everything he knew, the people were gone one after another, Mrs. Ole was already crumbling after a night of guided treatment, Calf and Virginia also left Clinton Palace with the part they were going to prepare, and Sabin was left alone to put the finishing touches on the information processing.

Sabine took a break, but Cyril didn't, and who knows when the next time he would open his eyes again? He didn't want to sleep anymore until the empire went into a radical adjustment.

It's just that as soon as I closed my eyes and recuperated, the door was pushed open.

Not to mention the shattering of his energy core, the stronger the sentry at the spiritual critical point, the easier it is to riot, which is why the life span of a sentry without a guide will be very short, and from the initial inconvenience to the final mental power collapse to stop the manic death.

Historically, there have been very few sentinels who have died of this disease, and as a gifted Cyrill, this aspect of oppression has come earlier than ordinary people.

So this will almost collapse his mental ability, not to mention that it is not as good as in the heyday, I am afraid that even some ordinary sentinels may not be comparable.

Coupled with the gradual loss of five senses, except that his brain was still spinning, Cyril felt that he was no different from a dead man.

But when the boy came in, he immediately sensed that there was a ...... emanating from him It has a very different taste from ordinary people. It only took a little bit of this smell to make the few remaining sentinels consciousness excited and agitated, and at the same time, the virus in his body was very unpleasant, so every time the boy walked into this room, his pain would increase even more.

But he didn't mind at all, on the contrary, if it weren't for the deterioration of his eyesight, he would have wanted to see what the boy really looked like, and instinctively wanted to keep him in this room completely.

Yesterday his mother told him that it was a guide who was more than 95% compatible with him, and a high-level guide in the treatment group immediately proposed that he and this boy be combined, and the final mark plus the matching rate was so high that it was likely to bring a miracle.

So Cyril reminisced about the wonderful feeling brought by the so-called high match, and gave up the construction of the high-level guide without thinking about it.

He felt that the boy was a guide with great potential.

Once the final mark is formed, it is life and death, no matter whether either side dies, the other party cannot be alone, and a young man with a bright future should not be hanged on him, a man whose most of his body has gone to the grave.

But when the boy came in, Cyril's heart was still agitated, he did not open his eyes, but listened with his ears, but unfortunately his hearing also deteriorated a lot, and at first he could barely hear what Sabin was saying, but gradually he could no longer hear clearly, until the door was shut—someone had left.

Cyril only felt that his heart, which had not been turbulent for a long time, moved slightly again, and the boy just went out? He felt the smell of the guide in the air with some nostalgia with the only remaining sentinel consciousness, but before he could come back to his senses, the smell suddenly became stronger-

This guide came to him.

He was standing right next to him!

This realization made Cyril's remaining spiritual power tremble almost madly! He struggled with the black mist in his body, and the two collided, causing him great pain, but before he could recover from his senses, a foreign body sensation came over.

…… Aspirator? Realizing that something had been injected into his mouth, Cyril subconsciously blocked his throat and opened his eyes with bated breath.

It's been a long time since he's been in this way of being in a passive position, what is the boy feeding him? □□？ Psychos? What is his purpose? Cyril's brain was almost instinctively lined up with a myriad of possibilities, each one filled with darkness behind it.

Sabin had made a psychic link to him when he left, allowing him to signal to him or Madame Ole whenever and wherever he wanted, and as soon as he pressed that button in his mind, someone would come immediately.

But after opening his eyes and seeing the young man's appearance, Cyril's breath was suffocated.

This was the first time that the boy had been so close to him, he was not in a wheelchair, his soft and curly hair looked very good, his fair skin and slender eyelashes seemed to move at a high frequency due to nervousness, and he lowered his head and looked at the cup in his hand seriously.

The scene was almost a picture in Cyril's eyes.

Then, as if sensing something, the boy raised his head.

Cyril just like that, met the young man's black eyes, and took in his momentary panic and embarrassment.

Black hair and black eyes, a rare Asian, very beautiful...... It was lovely.

Even when he was flustered, those eyes looked so clear, and they smashed recklessly into the softest place in Cyril's heart.

He put away all his conspiracies for a moment, then let go of his throat and let the sucker spur the contents of the cup into swallowing.

Seeing the young man's instantly relieved expression, Cyril deeply felt that he had made the right decision.

Zhou Yu didn't expect Cyril to wake up suddenly, but compared to this, he didn't expect that this person would choose to believe him swallow something after waking up.

That's right, just when he reached the swallowing value, the instrument suddenly stopped, which was obviously the resistance of the "sucked" person, but Cyril only paused for a few seconds, and then looked into his eyes, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he let himself drink the thing.

A full cup.

Looking at the cup at the bottom, Zhou Yu felt that it was a bit of a five-flavor miscellaneous bottle, this cup was quite big, he had one of his fingers worn out last night, and he was drunk like this, and he didn't know if it worked.

It seemed a little embarrassing to stay in the room without saying a word, and after putting the cup on the table, Zhou Yu adjusted the light board and smiled, "Hello, we met yesterday, I'm Zhou Yu." ”

After finishing speaking, he didn't expect Cyril to reply, the so-called gradual loss of five senses was not a joke. And the reason why he stayed in this room was naturally because he was waiting for Cyril's reaction.

The book says that when the first stage is first performed, there will be a reaction, and depending on the patient, the reaction will be different, but in any case, there will be a reaction.

Sure enough, not long after he put down Walter, Cyril's face suddenly changed, a pair of eyes were first puzzled, then surprised, and finally incredulous, and the gaze that gathered all his feelings together fell directly on Zhou Yu.

What's going on? It is precisely because the meridians are all corroded, so Cyril's perception of the meridians is actually a little better than ordinary people, for example, what he just swallowed, after entering his body, it is like a clear stream, dexterously avoiding the toxins in his body, and reaching every corner of his body, although there are not many after dispersion, but Cyril only feels that at that moment, his whole body seems to be different.

It's hard to say specifically, but ...... He doesn't feel the storage of his body at all like he used to! What the hell is this thing? Looking at the young man in front of him in surprise, a crack seemed to appear on Cyril's face that had been paralyzed for many years.

"It's going to hurt," Zhou Yu saw Cyril's expression, and knew that the juice had worked, and wrote on the light board, "What you have in your body is not dead poison, but live poison, consciously, you should be able to feel it, right?" So there's a good chance it's going to resist, and you'll have to be patient. ”

Before he could finish reading Zhou Yu's words, the surging pain swept through the entire cell of Cyril's body, and the toxin seemed to sense that something had broken into its domain, and it was frantically restless! Cyril had never suffered more than this moment in a single day, but he felt so happy! Because this is the first time he feels that he has the strength to resist, although it is not strong, only a little, but it is also there! At least make him feel like he's alive!

The light stream roamed every corner of his body, resisting the attack with him, and the smell of the guide had been hovering in the air, accompanying him through the pain.

Cyril instantly felt that no matter how many times the pain increased, he could bear it.

This is a stage of consolidating the body, and Jesa poison is the toxin that corrodes the inside of the human body, so consolidating and strengthening the body is undoubtedly against him, but it is also necessary to go through the first stage to suppress his toxicity, and then let the body have enough possibility to accept the second stage and start detoxification.

The process must have been very painful, and after the first cup, Cyril was in pain for half an hour before he fell asleep. And Zhou Yu sat next to him and accompanied him for half an hour.

The Jesa poison in Cyril's body is a live poison, and it is very likely that the Insect Star Queen injected the last trace of her consciousness connection toxin into it, so when it frantically attacked Cyril, it did not let go of Zhou Yu on the side.

But Zhou Yu remembered Seibin's words, and felt that he would make Cyril feel better if he stayed here, plus the first time he fed Cyril Potion, he had to see that the other party was okay, so he didn't leave.

Forced against the pressure, it was not until Cyril fell asleep that he took a deep breath.

After recovering a little bit of strength, Zhou Yu lifted the thin quilt on Cyril's body and looked at the wound on his waist. It was still a rich black hovering over it, but if you looked closely, you could see a tiny green next to the black mist.

Although small, there are still ones.

A smile flashed in Zhou Yu's eyes, and he knew that he had succeeded. I took the first step, and everything after that was easy.

So he picked up the quilt on the table next to him, jumped out of the chair, and walked outside with his legs weak.