Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

[Lost mental power? Is it just now? I look at the information, the host, don’t panic, although I have encountered this situation for the first time, but this step should be right...]

"It should be effective."

The mental energy he was sucked away just now can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket. Although he doesn't know how to treat the wound, but he feels that the soft cat hair under his hand seems to have become a little shiny, and the curvature of his chest has become normal. stand up.

Once again he showed his mental power, and when he touched the wound, it felt like he had touched the edge of a bottomless hole. Without even giving time to react, Ling Huan's mental power was swallowed up by greed in an instant.

He calmly moved away more of the steady flow of mental power, all of which was completely absorbed by the other party, leaving him nothing.

Ling Huan has been able to maintain a perfect full state since he came through the book, but now because of his mental strength, he was suddenly drawn away, and he became a little tired.

He pondered for a moment, thinking that this might be the method of mental healing.

A cat such a small wound would have to hollow out nearly half of his mental power. His mental power was still very high at the s-level when it was assessed. If on the battlefield, wouldn't the empire with such a small number of doctors be drained?

The treatment is indeed effective soon.

It's a bit of a waste of doctor.

It may be that his method is not right.

Ling Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, and lightly tapped the moist nose of the opponent's fingertips without gloves.

"Small things, quite a lot of food."

Lu Jinbei felt that his body was immersed in warm water, and his retina, which had been bloodshot and had been a little unclear, became comfortable.

He raised his eyes in silence and looked up against the dazzling light from the roof, and his gaze fell on the boy's white face, because the smile of his brows and eyes softened the boy's outline, and the skin on his slender neck looked fragile. It can transmit light.

He had a short-term tinnitus, and he couldn't hear what Ling Huan was talking to him.

But you can see the slight up and down of the boy's Adam's apple when he speaks.

Subconsciously stretched out his paw towards Ling Huan.

Ling Huan's hand pressing the alcohol cotton accidentally pressed it a little harder, soothingly touching the raised little fluffy head.

"Hold in a minute, wait a minute."

Now the situation is not very good. The cat's skin is constantly oozing new blood, and the strong smell of blood rushes in the air. Ling Huan wants to quickly clean up the wound around it before applying the medicine.

At first, he could not wipe off the strange crystal blue lumps around the wound with the alcohol swab. It seemed to hold the wound tightly. Although these things seemed to prevent the blood from flowing out, they also blocked it at the same time. Where the wound is repaired.

I don't know if it was because of the mental power. With a light touch this time, the blue thing turned into a powdery rustle and fell down.

While applying the medicine, Ling Huan did not notice that the faint golden electric light at the wound seemed to be replenished, and counterattacked at the fastest speed, violently following the blood restraint to bind each densely packed blue crystal, blocking the original wound in the wound. The things at the place are completely divided and broken to extremes, turning into powder.

The most difficult cleanup passed, and the application of medicine afterwards became very fast and smooth.

The cat lying on its back only slightly convulsed, and there was nothing that Ling Huan had been worried about just now on the road. It neither barked nor scratched, and it was very behaving not to say anything.

When he stopped, his closed golden eyes opened.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Ling Huan hesitantly recalled what he felt when his mental power was swallowed.

Those emotions, I don't know if they belong to this cat.

If so, it would be too humane.

And very extreme.

Because the mental power was swallowed extremely fast, the feelings conveyed to him were very fragmented, and he could only vaguely feel the darkness and gloom.

Madness, anger, anxiety, and pain, as if unable to find an exit, turned into self-binding thorns.

Maybe in this world, even the wild cat's thoughts will follow up, deriving human emotions.

After Ling Huan optimistically enlightened himself, he threw this doubtful point behind his head, stretched out his finger, and gently slid behind the ice-cold erected triangular ears and touched it, "Does it hurt?"

Just don't call, there is no hum.

He picked up a strong kitten.

The injuries suffered on the battlefield were hundreds of times more serious than this, and even several times he almost couldn't survive. Lu Jinbei, who didn't care about the size of his fingernails, moved his ears.

Ling Huan moved his hand down, he squeaked, and the ending sounded up, "Our baby is a boy."

The tail was suddenly lifted, and Lu Jinbei immediately moved vigilantly, and rewarded Ling Huan with a breath not to touch him.

Relying on his lack of strength, he put his hands on him and touched him indiscriminately.

It's an inch.

How can a beta do this to a male cat!

Ling Huan thought he was so painful that he couldn't speak, so he could only grin and distract him.

Grateful finally gave some reaction, his eyes were a little caring, and he leaned over and blew twice toward the wound that had begun to slowly stop bleeding, and his voice was softer, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it hurts and flies away after a blow. "

Lu Jinbei: "..."

Even if Ling Huan's memory is erased, it shouldn't be erased completely. How can it look like the age has fallen back several years, the killer and undercover cultivated by the Federation are so stupid in private.

He pressed his paw on Ling Huan's face, trying to prevent Ling Huan from coaxing children like this. The touch in his palm was softer than he thought.

Ling Huan remembered the hug that the other party had just asked for failure, and immediately wrapped the fluffy paw with one hand, pushed the medicine box aside, and sat on the bed by himself, holding the cat flat in his arms with very light movements. He hooked his fingertips, wrapped the bandage around the wound carefully and tied a beautiful bow.

Taking down the paw on his face, Ling Huan pressed the soft pad with a smile, looked at the sharp nails, and thought with his chin, "The conditions here are not good, wait for you to cut it... "

When he touched a cold ring-shaped object deep in the fluff with his fingertips, Ling Huan peeled off the fur to find that it turned out to be a pure white bracelet, with a few letters faintly engraved on his side.

—BEI

[This looks a lot like a shrunken light brain, and it also looks like an anti-lost ring worn by a noble lady for cats]

Ling Huan added another twist to the cat's previous wandering story.

He may have been sold out and entered someone else's home once before, and was given an anti-lost ring.

It seems there was a name before.

Lu Jinbei's back was stiff against the warm embrace.

In order to follow Ling Huan's thinking and pretend to be a wild cat, he hasn't spoken a word since then, but now Ling Huan has discovered his brains.

If Ling Huan is smart enough to turn his paw over, and he can still see the engraved JIN in the second half of the circle, anyone with a brain will think of him if he connects these two words together.

But his claws were not turned away, but gently stuffed back.

"Come home with me tomorrow, and I will be my cat from now on, what should I call you?"

"How is Beibei?"

Lu Jinbei was silent about the name and looked down at the restless hand touching his stomach again.

"Mao is really good-looking. It looks more golden than yellow. Our Beibei surnamed Jin Beibei from now on, okay?"

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[Three states of land generals: Jin Beibei, Yin Beibei, and Lu Jinbei. 】