Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

The man's fingers were soaked in the fluorescent screen, his stomach screamed dullly, his eyes staring at the food filled with desire and greed.

But during the live broadcast, he could only synchronize one percent of the spiritual power contained in the dishes. He put a virtual chicken leg into his mouth, and the teeth creaked when the teeth collided, and the completely chewed meat turned into crystal blue particles and dissipated. in the air.

I can only feel that there is a powerful and attractive mental power in the dish, but I can't absorb it.

A man in a tuxedo stood on the side and bowed respectfully to remind him, "His Royal Highness, there are also some dishes in Quanwei Restaurant that have spiritual power."

"I know!" The third prince's expression was distorted, "I really don't understand the difference between these dishes and the nutrient solution, why are they so expensive! Thousands of interstellar coins just to eat a dish, are these people crazy?"

Even if he is a prince, there is not enough money in his pocket to splurge on it.

He kicked the opposite chair with the toe of his shoe, and a man in luxurious clothes was immersed in the scent of the live broadcast, lying back on the soft chair without bones.

The kicked man sat up with a spirit.

The voice of the three princes is overcast, "This is the anchor who won the food in the last draw?"

"Yes, I only ate a few bites last time, but the essence in it..." Yu Guang glanced at the expressionless attendants standing in the room. The man coughed twice, "I spent a whole month. "

"I am very energetic now, and the dishes I ate in Quanwei last time are a bit different. Quanwei's mental power is too weak and can only last for three to five days." He looked at the third prince, and urged her. He laughed, craned his neck, and said in a low voice, "Look at you, my hungry face is green. What? I heard that the little things that you used to turn around are gone. The ones that were originally produced were low-level things. You are tossing to death now, even the cheapest is gone?"

"He ran away by himself." The third prince frowned. He felt unlucky when he mentioned this incident. He waved his hand indifferently. , A person can’t live long and will die soon."

"This anchor is pretty good."

The third prince squinted his eyes and looked at Ling Huan carefully. The pale to abnormal fingers slid right on the light screen. After looking at Ling Huan’s information on the live broadcast platform, he found that it was just a small beta anchor who had just started the live broadcast. , He used a special channel to contact the top management of Doumao platform.

The senior officials told him with fear and sincerity that the beta anchor was not active in live broadcasts, and he didn't like to participate in various activities, and he was always alone, unlike any backer.

The third prince smiled with satisfaction, "His start time is very unstable. Fans will not be surprised if they have been missing for half a month like before. Check his information. If it's just an ordinary beta, you can do it at all costs. He brought it back."

"And today's lottery..." He stood up and glanced at the people in the room, and clicked casually with a haughty expression. "Log in to your Guangbrain account and give me a lottery draw. You can get chicken legs. Yes, I have a reward!"

Ling Huan stood by the frying pan, the fried chicken legs in the pan formed and made a crisp cracking sound. He faintly heard several knocks on the door, and he saw the tall figure of the man through the frosted glass.

The man stood motionless outside the door.

Ling Huan was stunned, he leaned forward, flipped the camera to the side, and opened a crack in the door.

"You want to come in?"

Lu Jinbei's voice was a little dull, "You just said you wouldn't let me in."

Ling Huan said that to broadcast live, the venue must be cleared, and he was cleared to the living room.

Ling Huan couldn't help but smiled, "Then what are you doing standing at the door?"

"The sound of the pot is weird, is there something wrong?" Lu Jinbei had never eaten this kind of food. He only felt that this time when Ling Huan was cooking, the crackling sounded very wrong. He kept super vigilant and did it. Fortunately, as soon as there is a cry for help, even if you are ready to rush in.

"No problem." Ling Huan reassured him, pushed the man's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "You will be out of the pot in half an hour. The first one is for you to eat. Wait."

Lu Jinbei watched the kitchen door closed again, and silently returned to the sofa. He still turned on the light brain with anxiety, and when he entered Ling Huan’s live broadcast room, the densely dense barrage that slid past quickly covered the screen. Colorful film.

Lu Jinbei frowned and looked at a few of them, and found that the person who sent the barrage was emotionally incoherent. He didn't understand a few of them, so he clicked twice on the gift in the lower right corner. He ignored the barrage. , Began the daily routine of giving gifts to Ling Huan.

——Brother Lu is here, I said that as long as Ling starts to broadcast, how can there be less Brother Lu? The special effects that enter the live broadcast room are so cool! Good guy, I’m just good guy, Lu gave another ten rockets, brother wake up! This beta is already married no matter how good he looks. It seems that Lu will have to pry the iron corner of the wall if he breaks the wall down.

——Isn't it fragrant for ten rockets to buy meat and eat him? The male color is wrong!

——I'm going to end it just now! ? Who will explain to me, who is the anchor married to?

——It's started, it's started! The draw has begun! Today, there are no conditions for the prize draw! The poor antelope wept with joy and stretched out the hand of the African sheep, praying for a bite of chicken legs today! After watching Ling's live broadcast, I have already started to eat meat instead.

"Ten draws today, the chances are more than before." Ling Huan packed the freshly baked chicken drumsticks, and the exaggerated special effects of Lu Jinbei's gifts popped up on the light screen. The few bullet screens that followed were all distressed. , And persuaded him not to give gifts anymore.

Ling Huan looked at the number of presents that were not increasing but decreasing, and he smiled and agreed, "Don't give it."

It seemed that Lu Jinbei could only hear him speaking alone, and the gift-giving movement suddenly stopped.

"You will get a rake if you give it to the platform." Ling Huan glanced at the live broadcast to see that the depression was still ready to spray his sunspot, raised his eyebrows, "Anyway, the salary card has already been given to me. It doesn't matter if I don't give a gift."

He called the assistant to the screen, "Xiao Wang, give Mr. Lu a permanent administrator."

In the next second, user lu was changed to a bright red name.

——This anchor is really funny. I just said that I don’t want to be a lover. Now I am greeted by the smiley face of the smashed gift. I made it clear that I want to **** my fan. I really saw you through. I recorded all the video just now. The previous text is even worse!

——What do you mean by this? How is lu's salary card in the hands of the anchor? What is the operation of this wave?

Ling Huan had a very good mentality, and he said in a flat tone, "Because I'm married."

——I can no longer eat melon tonight, I support it, I really support it! The anchor turned out to be married to Bangyi? !

——Drumsticks Drumsticks Drumsticks! ! Give it to me! Give it to me once, please!

——The rich finally got married. I witnessed it in front of Guangnao, and I saw it very clearly tonight.

The next day Ole Star kept raining.

Ling Huan closed the back door of the nursery school carefully, and then carefully reminded Qiong Qiong, who had recently started to be Cheng Cheng's servant, that he must be optimistic about Cheng Cheng, and once Cheng Cheng ran away, he should tell him as soon as possible.

Qiongqiong, who agreed to pat her chest, sat down on the ground, and after a while threw away the jigsaw puzzle she had grasped, and slowly stood up.

He took out his little schoolbag, quickly took out something from it, and staggered towards Ling Huan.

Ling Huan's calf was touched by a reckless force. He lowered his head and saw Qiongqiong, who was unable to stand still, "What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ling." The chipmunk scratched his head. When he raised his eyes, his pupils were green. Raiser temporarily expropriated Qiong Qiong's body, "I'm not quite used to the alpha beastly body yet, and walking on four legs is a bit strenuous. "

Holding a piece of paper tightly in his paws, he held it high above his head and sent it to Ling Huan.

There were countless interlaced lines drawn on the paper. Ling Huan squatted down and turned the paper over to look, "What is this?"

"The map of the palace." Rizeel is very sure, "but it's not complete. I just restored a few places based on Qiongqiong's memory, not all of them, but if Mr. Ling has a chance to enter the palace, he only needs to find In one place on this picture, you can push out the place where the key is hidden."

Mrs. Raels went to play a few laps of mahjong in the afternoon. When she came back, she was on the way. She got stuck in a flying machine and came to the nursery to pick up the two cubs. He blew Ling Huan an elegant kiss, "The marriage is decided. Was it? Mom came to see him at home on the weekend."

Ling Huan smiled and said yes.

It was getting late, and the rain was not small at all. Instead, it became more and more violent. It was dark early in the winter, and Ling Huan moved in some potted flowers that hadn't had time to collect in the afternoon.

The door bell of the nursery school rang quickly.

The cubs have all left, and there will be no guests in the nursery at this point.

Ling Huan frowned and looked at the door that kept ringing. The hand that opened the door paused, and he clicked on the monitor that he didn't use frequently.

At the door stood a tall man.

The man seemed to feel that the surveillance probe on his head was turning slightly, so he lifted his head along, and his gaze came up straight.

"Mr. Ling." The man held up a carved black umbrella with a golden lion head carved on the handle, and the cold rain fell on the ground along the way.

Ling Huan didn't open the door. He looked at the man in the monitor with a faint expression and pressed the voice button, "Is there anything to do with me?"

"Please open the door." The man's tone didn't make any waves, he looked at Ling Huan's eyes with obvious contempt, "Since I can find you to work in this nursery school, I can also easily find your residence, of course. The method of forcibly opening the door."

"Be more obedient, and you can suffer less.

His invitation is not polite, "Please come with me, my master wants to see you."

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