Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

Ling Huan was startled.

It's not that he didn't know. After 009 explained, he knew what it meant to accept Ai Lanhua, but it seemed that he didn't explain to Lu Jinbei during the day, and Lu Jinbei might think he didn't understand.

The man's breathing was hot, and when Ling Huan looked into his eyes, he saw the familiar shards of gold.

"Isn't it impossible to take it?" Ling Huan strained his mouth, and looked away, as if casually said, "Or the land general told me that no matter who gave me flowers, I can't take it."

Gently pushing away the flower that Lu Jinbei handed over, he knew how to pretend and said, "It shouldn't be a good thing."

After being rejected once, you cannot send it a second time.

The atmosphere is not good, he can't force Ling Huanshou.

Someone in the post said that his tone is too strong and rigid, and beta will feel uncomfortable when listening to it, not to mention the sensitive omega.

After living for more than 20 years, he was bound only in front of Ling Huan.

I want to behave better and chase people back, but I always feel that Ling Huan is pushing him away.

Lu Jinbei's hand dropped slightly, and finally lost the flower and put the flower on the table.

When Ling Huan touched the back of Lu Jinbei's hand, it was a little bit cold and damp. He didn't know where he went out at night.

Ling Huan moved his position to the side, obviously feeling that Lu Jinbei's spiritual realm was in a daze, and couldn't help but talk to him, "Don't you explain it to me?"

"You confiscate."

Ling Huan was stagnant, always feeling that Lu Jinbei was doing "you confiscate, I won't tell you", but the man was still expressionless, only his tight lips revealed bad emotions.

If he becomes a beast and becomes Jin Beibei, he can even imagine the scene when he closes his eyes. Beibei’s beautiful tail will be uncomfortable patted on the bed, and then turned around on the bed to make a quilt. It's messy, and when he's caught him pinching his ears and preaching, he will look arrogant.

Follow her back down until she reaches the tip of her tail. When she touches Beibei twice, she will stay in her arms very well, and she will use her head to let him touch it again.

Ling Huan's fingertips were a little itchy, moved on the bed sheet and finally retracted. Yama: And: Three: タ.

It's a pity that since the last time Lu Jinbei used an amnesiac inhibitor, Lu Jinbei's number of times he became beasts became less and less, and the half beasts were gone.

And General Land is not the one who can let him slap his hair up casually.

Feeling addicted to the little leopard, this feeling he has to quit.

The top of Ling Huan's head was touched hesitantly and bluntly, "I will tell you the day I go back."

"Okay. Go to bed early. The game will be broadcast live tomorrow. I don't want to be half asleep during the live broadcast." Ling Huan lay back and pulled the quilt up, "Turn off the light, it's too bright."

The voice in front of him was dark, Ling Huan was embraced, his body stiffened for a moment when the opponent's leg came over, and then slowly relaxed when he smelled the familiar breath.

"Have the medicine been applied?" The man's warm palm was covered by a layer of clothes on the needle-pricked area, a little apologetic as if he wanted to warm him up, "The jungle environment is not good, although the game tomorrow The time is very short, so I have to take the medicine with me. I also bought an insect repellent spray and sprayed it for you before I left."

Ling Huan snorted and stretched his breath to pretend that he has already started to sleep.

The room is a single room, and the bed is also a single bed. Even if it is a circle larger than a normal single bed, two adult men sleep together in a squeeze.

Ling Huan moved to the side of the bed calmly, and when he was about to fall, he was picked up by someone. This time, he was stuck together in a more intimate position than before, and his knees were lifted up and down and touched awkwardly. When he reached a sleeping thing, for fear of waking it up, Ling Huan froze suddenly and did not dare to move.

The man’s voice was a little hoarse, "rest well."

Ling Huan closed his eyes in desperation.

Okay, just sleep like this.

I had known that I didn't move just now, and the busier it got, the more chaotic it got.

There was heat coming from behind him against his chest, Ling Huan thought he was not asleep, but when he opened his eyes in a drowsy state, it was almost zero.

The smart night light beside the bed emits a faint white light, which just illuminates the Ai Lanhua on the table.

The minute hand passed twelve.

His consciousness suddenly became a little clearer, and the sound of a man's steady and regular breathing came from his ears, but Ling Huan's eyes fell on the Ai Lanhua, which protruded most of the flowers from the table.

A petal fell off the flower without warning, swaying in an arc in the air, and falling lightly to the ground.

Piece after piece.

It all fell out in a few minutes, leaving only the bare branches, which looked pitiful.

Ling Huan subconsciously wanted to reach out.

Ai Lanhua is really good-looking, and it is no wonder that it can become a symbol of Valentine's Day by Mill Star, but the flowering period is really too short.

If someone doesn't think about it in a day or accepts it in a muddle-headed manner, it will be irresponsible to anyone.

Lu Jinbei often flies to various planets, and today he stopped the girl who gave him flowers. He must know the meaning of sending flowers.

Sure enough, alpha is still easily affected by pheromone, and without memory, it can't change the good behavior of high-fit omega in the bones.

Let alone the pheromone, even his body is not his. Lu Jinbei's attraction to the high fit is just to follow the setting in the book. In the end, it is true love to be able to overcome the low fit with Luo Sheng.

This should be the last time, he refused Lu Jinbei's ambiguous behavior.

Ling Huan licked his dry lips.

bitter.

After going back this time, he should buy more fruit to eat.

...

The Golden Spoon League is said to be broadcast live for two consecutive days, but the rest time every night is very personal, and the audience does not have time to stare at it 24 hours a day. Players will only have a small flying machine to follow them when they enter the jungle.

In addition to the flying machine, each contestant also received a simple optical brain that served as a locator and a tool for storing food for a short time.

There was a small buzzing sound in the air, and the simultaneous live broadcast had already started when the chief of the organizer announced the request.

When the round little flying vehicle landed in front of Ling Huan's left, his careless and clean surveillance electronic eyes met, as if thinking of something, he suddenly curled his lips and smiled at the camera.

Xiao Wang specifically told him before he came, that the Golden Spoon League will give each player an equal amount of camera time at the beginning. After the game starts, the audience can choose their favorite anchor perspective to watch.

The competition is held once every few years. The organizer directly covers the three stations of Xingwang. Each of the remaining stations will broadcast advertisements and jump links in a loop. The professional players are excellent, Xingwang directly attracts traffic, and the audience is Doumao. Twice the platform.

Xiao Wang asked him to act well to attract fans, and he might be able to directly squeeze Wenwen from the position of the food anchor.

Players can’t see it here, but the audience can see the barrage of madness during the live broadcast.

——I died where I was. My mother was watching this show, but now my whole family is watching it after sharing the screen in the living room. There is a handsome guy among the players in such a serious competition of the Golden Spoon League this year! How did I get him until the semi-finals! Is there any personal clip of this little brother in the previous preliminary and second games? I have a friend who wants to see it!

——Who is this who is this who is this, tell me which big restaurant he works as the chef, I want to empty that restaurant.

——This is Ling. After Doumao won the game, he was directly promoted to the rematch of Golden Spoon. Now Doumao is the most popular anchor. Don't watch personal clips upstairs. Wouldn't it be good to come directly to the anchor's live broadcast room? Although the number of ling live broadcasts is very small, the replays have been enough for me to watch for a year, and the sound is really nice oh oh oh compared to my boyfriend is like a broken gong.

-Is Dou Mao's food anchor? I also watched the food live broadcast last year. At that time, it seemed that the most popular anchor was Wenwen. Is he Wenwen?

——How could it be Wenwen, this is Ling. No, this can be bundled, the text is cold early, the next one.

——Wenwen's live broadcast has been intermittent recently. Is it going to leave the circle? I heard that someone has been doing him recently, is it offending someone?

——Retreat, retreat, I hope he will retreat for thousands of miles, stop using the two words of text, it is noisy to my eyes, I just want to quietly watch the handsome cubs cook, ling, I am your real mother fan!

——Is there anyone watching the No. 3 player, why are they talking about the No. 6? 3 is also very young and handsome. He seems to be a beta student who ranks high in alpha military academies. He is quite strong.

——I've seen 3 and I'm not interested. Compared with Ling, it's not so bad. My eyes have been raised very tricky by Ling.

The person in charge standing on the stage glanced at the hot discussions on Xingxing.com and the hot searches that started to go up without paying for it. He smiled with satisfaction. He shook the manuscript in his hand and began to read the lengthy rules.

Ling Huan saw Luo Sheng, who was particularly conspicuous in the crowd, with a No. 3 sticker on his chest and the sticker was crooked.

Luo Sheng was short and white, and standing with his 40 or 50 year old uncles around him looked like a son and dads at first glance.

Ling Huan took two steps to the edge of the crowd and could see Luo Sheng's expression more clearly.

Luo Sheng's expression was strained from the moment he came in, his impetuous mood couldn't hide things on his face, and he looked around as if looking for someone.

Ling Huan frowned slightly, "How did Luo Sheng get into the semi-finals?"

[In addition to participating in the food competition on the platform to qualify for the semi-finals, the Golden Spoon League itself will also compete. Luo Sheng should have participated in the semi-finals of several matches. 】

The sound of a gun firing from the ear interrupted Ling Huan's thinking, and the organizer cut the ribbon to announce the start of the game.

...

The good jungle ecological environment also has its drawbacks. For example, as soon as you enter, it starts to rain finely and densely. It doesn't hurt or itchy to fall on your body, but it is a bit unbearable for Ling Huan.

He has been very resistant to this moist and sticky feeling recently, and it always reminds him of the low heat brought by the estrus period.

The cold rain just dripped on his neck, and he was a little dizzy inexplicably, Ling Huan raised his eyes to look at the buzzing small flying machine, and when he squatted down, he calmly touched the back of his neck.

The temperature is normal and there should be no problem.

This strange feeling may really be due to rain.

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