Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

The advice given in the post was useless, and even caused the completely opposite effect. He could have slept in the same bed with Ling Huan today.

Lu Jinbei decided to find a way by himself.

He looked in the mirror and messed up the hair on his body.

Because of the high level of the animal form, even if it becomes a few sizes smaller, the hair is still smooth and soft, and Lu Jinbei has been busy for a long time before making a few knots.

He stretched out his paw and yanked vigorously to make sure that he couldn't untie it. He looked at himself in the mirror for a while, then turned and stepped towards the closed door.

Having absorbed a ninth-level thunder spar, Ling Huan was full of energy and didn't need to go to bed early.

I just said that it was just an excuse to go back to the room at nine o'clock.

He just doesn't want to see Lu Jinbei now.

Thinking of what happened in the afternoon, a breath of anger came out of my heart, not only for Lu Jinbei, but also for himself.

Lu Jinbei didn't know him when the holographic face changed.

He is an ordinary student from the empire who came to the military to train. Although he doesn’t know how others trained, Lu Jinbei’s touch with him during the extra training should be very normal, but he was caught in the afternoon. I feel upset when I touch my hands several times.

This situation is too wrong.

He always remembered what happened that night, and after discovering that Lu Jinbei hadn't forgotten, he would be out of breath when he accidentally met Lu Jinbei's eyes at home for the past two days.

I read it silently several times in my heart. This is a book, and all the characters in it are paper people. He is only doing tasks in this small world, and he will go home when the tasks are completed.

This world is too foreign to him, and he has no sense of belonging at all.

He wants to go home.

Although there were frequent bugs in the main task, his overall progress was steadily moving forward because of the reduced difficulty, and the side task was extremely smooth, and he should be able to go back soon.

Burying his face in the quilt, Ling Huan let out a breath.

After doing self-persuasion with firm intentions, I heard 009 humming in a good mood in his consciousness. Inexplicably, he felt like stepping into a bottomless mud. Every time he struggled to come up, he was happy. Pressed back.

Ling Huan said with a cold face, "Have you handed in the report? Is there a solution? I said it would be done within 30 hours. If this continues, I really can't treat Lu Jinbei as a task target. "

[We are really in love. I am about to tell the host a good news. The main system has distributed a compensation item, which can effectively correct Lu Jinbei's memory. After Lu Jinbei eats this item, he can fix all the things related to the host from the day of the military fitting room until the use of the item. 】

[But I need to confirm it again. During this period of time, the content that needs to be corrected between Lu Jinbei and the host shouldn’t be known to a third person, right? 】

Ling Huan touched his hot face, "No."

It should be impossible and unnecessary for Lu Jinbei to tell others about going to bed.

[That’s good. After the item takes effect, as long as he is not reminded by any factor to recall the content, Lu Jinbei will not remember it. The longer the time passes, the cleaner the forget. After more than one month, the host will be fine. Sit back and relax. 】

[The item has been dropped, in the host's pocket. 】

Ling Huan felt it in his pocket and realized that the prop was a small candy. It looked a lot like the candy he used to coax cubs before, but the color was much more beautiful and more delicate.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door of the quiet room.

When Ling Huan pushed the door, he didn't see the figure outside. He only felt that his calf was rubbed by something soft, and then the other party successfully sneaked in through the only open door slyly.

When Ling Huan came back to his senses, he realized that a leopard had entered the room.

It was not the giant leopard that he had seen in the rest room, but the Jin Beibei that he had eaten and drank at his house for nearly a month before, and he was once treated as a cat and leopard.

But Beibei looked familiar and unfamiliar now.

The hair all over his body was messy, and it was the first time he saw this.

Is there something wrong with the spiritual realm? Otherwise, how could it become such a form that will only exist after injury.

Ling Huan looked at the little hair ball squatting on the ground and couldn't help but walk forward, subconsciously wanting to pick him up from the cold ground and put him on the bed.

009 kindly reminded him in his consciousness, and Ling Huan's eyes immediately regained his senses.

It just so happened that he was still worried about how to get Lu Jinbei to eat the props, and he brought it to the door by himself.

"Props can be used to revise Lu Jinbei's memory..." Ling Huan looked down at the brightly colored and sweet candies in his hand, "Should it take effect after he eats it?"

Ling Huan squinted slightly and recalled, "Is there three stages in the honeymoon period, and you have to kiss every ten days?"

009 is very pleased that my host has amazing memory, [Yes. 】

"Those two things can be done together." Ling Huan closed the door and put the sugar on the table, bent over and glanced at the weak, poor and helpless little leopard by the bed, and said, "Aren't you still in human form ten minutes ago." Why? How come this is happening now? Land admiral?"

Ling Huanian gritted his teeth in the last three words.

Jin Beibei's form was like a vague reminder of a period of time that he couldn't bear to look back.

Lu Jinbei straightened up and walked in front of Ling Huan, stretched out his paws and touched his ears. For the first time, he spoke in Beibei's form and made up a concise explanation, "It seems that there is a problem in the spiritual realm. There is no way to maintain it for the time being. The human figure has a knotted hair too, which is very strange."

Ling Huan hesitated, "Aren't you all in the military department today? Why is there a sudden problem in the spiritual realm?"

He doesn't know exactly how these forms of alpha are switched, but when browsing the data on the star network, he seems to have never seen this happen to others.

The last time Lu Jinbei was seriously injured, it was justified and well-founded to become a scaled-down beast, but today it happened suddenly.

It is hard for him to believe it without asking.

"I don't know." Lu Jinbei lowered his head, and rubbed his fluffy claws on the ground restlessly. "Mao is so uncomfortable. Can you comb it for me?"

Ling Huan's original indifferent and angry gaze slowly loosened, and finally when he saw the two drooping ears on top of his head that were gently swayed, it began to soften, and his mind turned a lot slower, instantly clearing the order. A few doubts about him are all forgotten.

"Let me see..." Ling Huan coughed lightly, and hardened his voice. "Let me take a look."

Pick up the little ball and put it on the bed.

After checking it back and forth, Ling Huan radiated his mental power, but still did not find out what was wrong with Lu Jinbei. Although his mental power was absorbed by Lu Jinbei’s spiritual realm, it was not as good as before. Absorbed so fiercely when injured.

"You have no problem." Ling Huan pursed his lower lip, and he suddenly confronted the raised round head.

His face was clearly reflected in the two golden round eyes, and he was a little stuck when he reached his mouth, "First, comb the hair first."

The back was pushed down, and Lu Jinbei lay down as Ling Huan asked.

Ling Huan took out the Shun-hair brush prop from his pocket, and encountered some resistance when combing. The knotted place was not combing. It should be painful to pull it hard, but Lu Jinbei kept silent and let him play with it.

The hair on his palm is as soft as cotton even if it is messy, Ling Huan's movements stopped, and he looked down.

When Lu Jinbei didn't speak, every move was the same as the Jin Beibei he had put on the cusp of his heart.

When he first drove Lu Jinbei out of the house, he still couldn't sleep for several nights. Later, he was able to fall asleep slowly, and he was slapped in his dream.

No matter what kind of animal state Lu Jinbei is, Mao is too easy to touch.

Ling Huan couldn't help but relax a little with his original heavy strength. He hugged the ball of hair that had been shrunk into a ball in his arms. When the comb did not work, he could only slowly untie the knot and then restart it. Comb it again.

I didn't notice the small movements of the hair dumplings lying in his arms.

His ears trembled comfortably, and Lu Jinbei silently placed the drooping tail on Ling Huan's waist and circled it very possessively.

Suddenly he felt that his back was patted by Ling Huan. He heard Ling Huan's breathing a little bit shortly, "The hair is combed, can it become a human form now?"

Lu Jinbei quickly passed Ling Huan's polarization in his mind, and said slowly, "There is no way to become a human form."

Ling Huan seemed to smile but not smile, "The honeymoon period seems to have to be kissed once in ten days. I will count on the next two days. If there is no pheromone blending, there will be punishment. I don't want to be punished for no reason. Now I want to kiss you. Shouldn't it be considered a pro-beast attitude?"

In the next two ten days, he will think of a way. Now, let the first ten days pass. Anyway, with the props, Lu Jinbei will never remember what happened today.

As soon as the voice fell on his body, he suddenly sank, Ling Huan blinked and didn't see exactly how it changed. The little thing that was still floating in his arms just now turned into a half-beast and pressed on him.

Suddenly, he faced a pair of eyes that were as bright as stars, and there was still a golden dim light floating in the dark pupils.

Ling Huan saw the man's Adam's apple swallowing, and a hoarse voice came from his ears, "The pro-animal attitude doesn't count."

Ling Huan's scalp was numb with this half-cugged posture. He thought of the bad things that happened this afternoon with electricity in his mind. His shoulders and legs felt sore with memory, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

Ling Huan said softly, "Don't press me, it hurts a bit."

Feeling the weight on his body was removed most of the time, Ling Huan sat up with his arms on the bed, and swiftly grasped the man's wrist. Taking advantage of the fact that the other party hadn’t made any preparations, he instead used what Lu Jinbei taught him in the afternoon. The gripping method puts the person on the bed with the backhand.

With his knees pressed against the man's legs, he barely maintained a handsome and tough posture.

Finally turned over and pressed back to Lu Jinbei, Ling Huan suddenly felt that the irritability during the extra training was gone. He looked down at the man and smiled.

"I kissed you, not you kissed me, understand?"

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[Ling Ling: The bed at home seems to have taken off 90% of Lu Jinbei's strength, which is pretty good. 】

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