Tigers ban coveting

If you can see that he wants to go to the training ground, can you understand that he wants to move back?

Duan Wuxin blinked slowly, trying to restrain the corners of her mouth from rising, her face full of anticipation.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ling Junhan lowered his eyes, a little puzzled.

I am convinced that I am not illiterate, and my understanding of previous conversations is also very good, evil.

He asked back, "Don't want to go?"

"If you want to go, let's go now." Duan Wuxin was half excited and half disappointed, and his heart was like ice and fire.

What's the matter, the mind reading is half read.

Ling Junhan raised the communicator in his hand, pinched the tail that wanted to run out, and forcibly held it back, "Wait a minute, make a statement first."

"What statement?" Duan Wuxin's jaw stopped, his expression not very happy.

"There are rumors on the Internet that I abused you." Ling Junhan paused every word, with thorns in his words, "I treated you badly?"

Marshal Tangtang, why do you still live online?

A little bit of trouble, all know clearly.

However, Duan Wuxin was afraid that he would go back on his word, and knew how to judge the situation very well.

Stretched out a round paw and gave a thumbs up, pretending to be sincere: "It's great, it can't be better."

"Then praise me by posting a post." Ling Junhan threw the communicator over, and said in a firm tone, "Send it before leaving."

You, don't you care about netizens?

The Jagged Marshal threatens the king to publish articles and criticize?

Duan Wuxin took out the communicator, and the tiger's claws pressed the keyboard with a snap, and wrote a few words neatly.

"Posted."

Ling Junhan slid his finger, and the status was refreshed.

[Ling Junhan, not bad. 】

Crackling and pressing for a long time, that's it?

"No more boasting?" At this moment, Marshal Ling has completely lost his usual ease, like a bully who robs women of the people, forcing others to praise himself.

To be honest, I served delicious and delicious food, and I was scolded by more than 1 comments. Is it wrong?

It was snowing in June, and I was wronged.

Duan Wuxin doesn't have too many skills to boast about, so his mind is blank at the moment.

I typed and deleted, deleted and typed, and I didn't edit a decent sentence for a long time.

He raised his head with resentment, and his tone was full of grievances: "I don't know how to praise people."

If you hate people, you have a lot of experience.

Ling Junhan twirled his fingertips, and said lightly: "I said, you hit."

With that look, it seemed that he had already prepared a draft in his heart.

"Okay, yes." In order to go to the training ground, Duan Wuxin was forced to nod, "Tell me, what do you want to brag about."

One person, one tiger, reach a consensus.

Ling Junhan unbuttoned his military uniform, sat on the sofa, and spoke slowly.

He paused every word, for fear that Duan Wuxin misheard a word and misunderstood the meaning.

"Ling Junhan has a very good relationship with me. I like him very much, very, very much. We met each other very late, and we are in perfect harmony."

Duan Wuxin: "...OK."

The tiger's claws moved obediently, but the teeth were clenched tightly.

You are cruel enough to make up nonsense.

Xiaobai stood aside and listened to the whole process, and did not forget to add fuel to the fire: "One more thing to add, hot searches are rumors."

Duan Wuxin was speechless again.

Where did this little robot come from? It really always remembers to protect the reputation of the Marshal.

He typed and sent it step by step, and the comments exploded in an instant:

[? ? ?You just moan when you're kidnapped? 】

[I'm afraid I was abused so I handed over my account number? 】

[There has been no movement for three months, probably the account has been hacked]

[What about today's live broadcast?It was agreed to broadcast for a whole day, but it lasted for two days? 】

[The son is too old to be controlled by others, the relationship between you and my mother and child will come to an end today]

[I don't believe a word, you haven't ordered takeaway in the brink of destruction for so long! 】

Duan Wuxin stretched out her claws, didn't bother to explain, and let the public guess wildly.

He threw the communicator onto Ling Junhan's lap, narrowed his tiger eyes, "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, I reward you." Ling Junhan spread out the big bag next to him, randomly pulled out a few packs of snacks and handed them over, "I bought it according to the curator's list."

Duan Wuxin stretched out his claws and pulled the bag over, crispy meat strips, sandwich biscuits, cream puffs...

Even if he has a conscience, it really is all his favorite food.

He tore open a packet with his claws, chewing loudly.

This person must have discovered his conscience and came early in the morning to ask for peace.

Alright, as long as you open your mouth, this king will forgive you.

Ling Junhan didn't think about that at all, but just lowered his eyes slightly to watch him nibble on snacks.

The two cheeks bulged and moved, like a hamster hoarding food for the winter.

What a child, so greedy.

"We're almost done, so we're ready to go." Ling Junhan glanced at the time and reminded him.

Before leaving, Duan Wuxin turned his head and took a bag with his mouth, humming impatiently: "Then let's go now."

How much do you want to go to the training ground?

Ling Junhan stared at the figure sprinting out, and laughed dumbfoundedly.

He didn't understand why Duan Wuxin suddenly became interested in this matter, as if on a whim.

But with such a wild personality, maybe it is quite suitable for sparring.

Duan Wuxin followed Ling Junhan out the door, and saw Ling Jiamu standing at the door smiling like a spring breeze.

He bent down and rubbed the little white tiger's head, "Xinxin, I haven't seen you for a few days, I feel like you have grown taller."

"Really!" Duan Wuxin stretched his short legs and jumped up.

He always feels that his body shape is different from that of traditional white tigers, and sometimes he has low self-esteem.

As the years go by, from "I will grow again", to now I gradually accept the reality.

However, he hates people saying that he is small.

Veteran fan Ling Jiamu nodded crazily, and said flatteringly: "Your legs are also longer, it seems that you are doing well in the Marshal's Mansion."

"It's okay." Speaking of this, Duan Wuxin pouted.

Brother Mingming, why is your brother not as discerning as you are?

"Let's go, let's go there together." Ling Jiamu turned around, walked quickly to the dark blue mech parked aside, and opened the hatch.

Tiger Claw patted the huge mechanical creature, and Duan Wuxin asked curiously, "Do you know where we are going?"

"Of course, Adjutant Ling knows everything."

The cowhide is first blown to the extreme, and the surface is radiant.

Ling Jiamu didn't say anything, he was picked up by his brother early in the morning to go to the training ground to take care of it, saying that he wanted to select a few suitable trainees to serve as sandbags for Duan Wuxin.

Can't be too strong, can't be too weak, the conditions are harsh, it can be hard for him to die.

If Duan Wuxin was not a tiger, he would have thought his brother had fallen in love.

As expected of a big boy, as expected, everyone loves him, and he eats people to death so quickly.

Duan Wuxin stared at her calf, and climbed onto the mech, with excitement that couldn't be concealed between his eyebrows.

Since I moved into the brink of death, the space for activities is almost limited to that mountain, and I can count exactly how many trees there are.

It's just a dull, boring life.

He turned over and lay on the edge of the mech, pawing at the window with his claws, feeling nervous that he was about to conquer the sea of ​​stars.

He didn't even bother to eat snacks, and excitedly leaned against the window sill, his tiger face almost flattened by the glass.

After the first snow, the sky was clear and blue.

The mecha advanced rapidly, and half an hour later, it arrived at the city of steel on the outskirts of the city.

This is the army training ground led by Ling Junhan, and it is heavily guarded.

Duan Wuxin was picked up, passed through layers of checkpoints, scanned and checked, and finally reached the highest level.

Before the white tiger landed, a group of tall and straight military columns had already lost their shape, stretching their necks and looking this way curiously.

Seeing Duan Wuxin alive for the first time, he had long forgotten the military training to the back of his head.

The head of the regiment came over to pay a military salute, his eyes were attracted by Ling Junhan's hand, and he asked with concern: "Sir, why did your hand hurt?"

The invincible marshal has been seriously injured before, but this kind of minor injury is really outrageous.

Ling Junhan saluted, glanced at the culprit, and lightly reminded the tragic experience of the past few days, "Duan Wuxin did it."

"Hey, so fierce." The head of the group said in surprise, "I have the courage to bite you."

Duan Wuxin stiffened his neck and tried to explain: "I was not careful, but I didn't mean it."

The head of the group shook his head, and finally realized the meaning of being brought here early in the morning.

Sure enough, those who are favored have nothing to fear.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Then, do you need a shot of special anti-inflammatory medicine?"

Or, the rabies vaccine?

"It doesn't matter, it's okay." Ling Junhan slid his fingertips to scab, "Is everyone here? Ready to start."

Ling Junhan didn't dare to let him fight with real swords and guns, and carried the little white tiger to the simulation training room.

He handed over a helmet and explained: "Play casually, a virtual battlefield, it won't hurt anyone."

Duan Wuxin responded, and obediently lowered his head and got into the helmet, his chubby forehead was tightly stuck, and he felt a little stuffy.

Connected to the empathy, the surrounding environment is instantly simulated as a battlefield, with yellow sand flying everywhere.

In the distance, several large mechas were fighting, the machines collided, and the fragments were scattered, which was extremely real.

Ling Junhan's voice came from the contact device next to his ear, which was distorted.

"If someone attacks you, you will feel pain, but you won't be injured." Ling Junhan commanded, "Two new recruits from the Ninth Legion, come here first."

I don't know what Duan Wuxin's combat effectiveness is, so I didn't dare to be too ruthless at first.

We can only bring out the newcomers first to practice.

A group of people pushed and shoved each other, and finally two unlucky guys were selected.

Two soldiers, one tall and one short, put on their empathic helmets and projected them in front of Duan Wuxin in time.

It was probably the first time they saw such a small and fierce little white tiger, and the two couldn't hide their shock.

Two against one, inexplicably a little stage fright.

Duan Wuxin's expression was serious, and he took a big step forward, completely different from his usual laziness.

He didn't want to play around, he really wanted to take the opportunity to improve his combat effectiveness.

Probably because of the imposing manner, the tall and short people took half a step back in unison.

Duan Wuxin was stunned, what kind of tactic was this.

What are you hiding from?

Don't you want to fight with real swords and guns?

He shook his head, and continued to walk forward carelessly, with a hint of prestige in his humor.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and then retreated, completely in no mood to fight.

Wait, don't you guys like me?

Why don't you come and interact with me?

"Sir, do you really want to fight?" The tall man rubbed his arms and asked cautiously.

This is the national treasure-level cutie Duan Wuxin!

Really, can't do it.

However, he didn't want to be caught.

Dilemma.

Without hesitation, Ling Junhan said a simple word, very sure, "Hit."

Duan Wuxin stood on all fours, narrowed his eyes, and held his breath.

He could feel the breath on the other side, and even the gradually accelerating pulse rhythm.

Volunteer, charge, kick, attack.

Ye Luzi came from a background, he didn't have much skills, and he used his feelings to make moves.

In a second, Duan Wuxin threw himself directly onto the tall man's chest, throwing him to the ground.

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to tear it open, a huge hole was torn open in the collar.

Tiger claws fell.

"Ah—it hurts!"

The tall man finally realized that this was for real, not a trick.

The tiger's claws were fierce, and suddenly, it seemed as if it had pierced into the flesh, causing heart-piercing pain.

He realized it later, tensed his back, and raised his hand to fight back in the posture of a recruit.

Tortured by bad luck all year round, Duan Wuxin quickly made a prediction without much thought.

Bounce aside and dodge easily.

In just a second, he arrived behind him nimbly and kicked hard at the lower back.

So fast, so fierce!

The short man was stunned, and it took him a while to react and join in the fight.

However, since I haven't fought a tiger before, I really don't know how to start.

He raised his upper arm, trying to clamp the little white tiger's neck.

As soon as his hand touched the soft neck, Duan Wuxin turned his head and bit his arm, and clawed it up again.

It was menacing and powerful like a whip.

Their fighting spirit was aroused, and they rushed towards Duan Wuxin together, attacking the head and hind legs respectively, trying to restrain them together.

Duan Wuxin pretended to be caught, and silently stretched his two front paws towards the backs of the two.

He remembered the book on hand-to-hand combat that he read that day, which was written very clearly.

When the enemy is overwhelmed, there is an illusion of imminent victory.

And this time is the time to win with one move.

It's now.

The tiger claws showed sharp fingertips, one pinched the back of the neck, and the other attacked the thigh.

The strength was used to the extreme, and with two bangs, the two were thrown several meters away.

Yellow sand was flying, and the training ground fell into silence.

There was only the sound of heavy panting, and the remnants of two recruits who had failed to struggle.

Outside the training room, Ling Jiamu touched Ling Junhan's arm, "He lived with you these days and was beaten by you? How did you grow up so fast?"

Ling Junhan saw the little white tiger who had regained his laziness and was lying on the ground licking his paws, and remembered the book Duan Wuxin was looking for on his bookshelf during the live broadcast.

I have to admit that the ability to learn is really too strong.

Whether it is strength, speed, or combat awareness, they are all top-notch.

A mistake, he underestimated the tiger.

Facing Li Yingyi before, Duan Wuxin was so scared, maybe there are other reasons.

According to the current performance of this piece of rough jade, if the system is trained...

"Brother, you actually lost your mind." Ling Jiamu touched him again, "Xinxin won."

Ling Junhan pulled out of his thoughts and stared at the two recruits lying on the ground panting, with a painful expression on his face.

"The person you are looking for is too good." Ling Junhan lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice, "This batch of recruits failed."

Ling Jiamu waved his hand and said good things for his subordinates: "It's not that they can't do it, it's that they are too strong-hearted. Who can bear this claw."

He glanced at someone's injured hand, and teased, "Don't you..."

"Do you still fight?" Ling Junhan asked Duan Wuxin, coughing lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

Duan Wuxin had just been inspired to fight, and his opponent had already been knocked out, obviously not enjoying himself.

He lowered his head and licked his paw, with a sense of triumphant comfort on his face: "Fight, change to a stronger one."

Pretty crazy.

Ling Junhan bent the corner of his mouth, and tapped the shoulder of the person next to him, "You go."

The head of the Ninth Regiment, who was watching the play, turned around with a look of astonishment, pointed at himself, and said in disbelief, "Me? Me?"

"Well, let's go." Ling Junhan buckled the helmet on the commander's head, and ruthlessly pushed him to the battlefield.

Duan Wuxin put away his laziness, narrowed his eyes, exuding a vigorous fighting aura.

The head of the group was slightly stunned, feeling like a locked prey in a trance.

Those amber eyes are completely different from the little cute pet just now, full of fighting spirit and evil spirit.

Duan Wuxin was full of energy, and the appetizers gave him a taste of the sweetness, so he took the initiative to attack without hesitation.

However, there are too many regiment leaders than recruits, with a stable mentality and sufficient experience.

He took a side step and easily dodged to the left of the little white tiger.

Right elbow from top to bottom, hitting the rear.

Duan Wuxin's waist was soft and soft, and she bent over and easily dodged the attack.

He turned his head and raised his claws, his fingertips almost touched the fragile blood vessels in the opponent's neck.

Relying on his fighting skills, the head of the regiment leaned back and avoided the tiger's claws.

A palm directly hit the soft abdomen, hitting Duan Wuxin three meters away.

Before the little white tiger could react, it continued to attack intensively, unstoppable.

Duan Wuxin frowned, her abdomen was sore, and she could really feel the pain Ling Junhan said.

There was nothingness in front of him, and in a trance, he seemed to see Li Yingyi in military uniform.

In this second, he instantly returned to that bloody night.

A bloody hostility instantly penetrated the whole body, and the tiger's claws shone coldly.

The fluffy fur burst into thorns, like silver needles upside down.

With a roar of a tiger, Duan Wuxin shot out like a bolt of white lightning, and kept going back and forth in the arena.

Constantly probing, constantly attacking.

One person and one tiger, fighting and fighting, inseparable.

Even, the little white tiger had a slight upper hand.

Ling Jiamu, an audience outside the arena, had completely turned his back on him, abandoned his subordinates, and shouted without hesitation: "Come on Xinxin, beat him!"

Ling Junhan snorted lightly, maybe this is the real Duan Wuxin.

In other words, this is what the Tigers should be like.

When he came back to his senses, Duan Wuxin had already pushed the head of the group to the ground, his whole body exuding an embarrassment.

He tilted his head and frantically wagged his tail, not to be noticed, and whipped the corpse twice.

"Okay, it's over, Duan Wuxin won." Ling Junhan said, saving the last bit of pitiful face for the leader.

Duan Wuxin shook his head and ran towards him, his tiger claws pressed against the glass of the training room, dancing.

Today's workout is over, let me out!

Obviously, Ling Junhan misunderstood his meaning again.

He coughed lightly and glared at the soldiers who were watching.

After struggling for two seconds, he lowered his eyes as if disgusted with childishness, and stretched out his palm to touch the tiger's claw on the other side of the glass.

Clap high fives and celebrate victory.

Ling Junhan tapped the slightly cool glass, as if infected by the little white tiger's joy.

Some thoughts, without showing a trace, came to my heart.

Since it is so powerful.

Will it be possible to ride Xinxin into the battlefield in the future?