Tigers ban coveting

After reacting, I felt that the idea was ridiculous.

Ling Junhan glanced at the small body of the little white tiger. It was a small one, just reaching his knees.

Now the small arms and legs probably collapsed before I could ride on it.

You can't ride it, you can wear it close to your body.

Anyway, it's a lot to make up for.

Duan Wuxin was on the side of the glass, absolutely not knowing what he was thinking.

I just saw a big hand overlapping his tiger claws through the glass.

baffling.

He patted the glass with his paw, and said in a low voice, "Let me out."

Surprised that he was being affectionate, Ling Junhan took his hand back speechlessly, it was all a misunderstanding.

He opened the door of the training room and went in, and saw that the regiment leader was still lying on the ground panting, dying.

"Are you getting old? The virtual training has been delayed for so long." Ling Junhan clicked his tongue and stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground.

"No, sir, your cute pet is really fierce." The leader touched his chest, the claw just now made people palpitate, "My heart is still hurting."

Ling Junhan corrected: "It's not a cute pet, it's a war pet."

It is the kind that after training, maybe they can go to the battlefield together.

Duan Wuxin: "?"

When did you change my location without authorization?

"Battle pet, it means that the officer recognizes you very much, Xinxin."

Ling Jiamu helped translate, "Generally, only very powerful beasts will be regarded as war pets."

Duan Wuxin was thoughtful, and after thinking twice, he was quite satisfied with this explanation.

He raised his head and asked triumphantly, "So, I performed really well today, right?"

"It's great." Ling Junhan praised without hesitation, "Do you want to continue training tomorrow?"

Straightforward thinking, wish for it.

"Think! Will you still beat someone tomorrow?"

Duan Wuxin turned around in a circle, and his eyes stopped on the group of recruits, his eyes were very provocative.

Hearing the word "beating people", the entire queue had just finished watching the battle, and waved their hands one after another, retreating collectively.

Can't be provoked, can't hide.

"Then come to two people to fight in actual combat one day later, and learn mecha battle in the rest of the time."

Ling Junhan quickly planned the course in his mind, and looked at everyone calmly, "As a soldier, you will encounter all kinds of strange opponents on the battlefield. It will be good for you to practice in advance."

A group of recruits were weeping, not daring to refuse, not daring to look at each other.

Actual combat, not virtual, you see who the opponent is.

Is it still too late to go to the temple to ask for a peace talisman?

In the end, saving your life is the most important thing, the murmuring voice came out rustlingly:

"But sir, he is a fierce tiger. He knocked down our regiment leader. Who are we?"

"That's right, this is not the small insect Pipi shrimp, the kind that can be punched into the water and drowned."

"I thought Xinxin was a lazy and insensitive cute pet anchor, but I didn't expect..."

Duan Wuxin raised his eyes and glanced over, with a knife in his eyes.

Who are you calling lazy?Who is insensitive?Look down on me?

The anger was too obvious, and the crowd was collectively silent.

The head of the regiment rubbed his hands, trying to turn the situation around: "It's not good in actual combat, what if you are missing arms and legs..."

"I will reimburse the medical expenses." Ling Junhan stared at the person, his tone was calm, "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."

Head: "..."

I don't think you still have the sense to use the virtual mode before you dare, but you are afraid that Duan Wuxin will get hurt?

Aren't we human?Are we not worthy of distress?

There is nothing to love in life, and there is no love when you are tired.

Accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, Ling Jiamu clasped his hands together and said sincerely, "I will pray for you."

"That's settled then."

Ling Junhan made a decision, and when he looked at Duan Wuxin, his voice was much gentler, "Go try shooting again?"

Duan Wuxin was quite satisfied with the new plan, and nodded frantically, "Okay, let's go."

When he learns it, shoot Li Yingyi's dog's head off.

Hearing his strengths, Ling Jiamu bent down to look at him, and proudly flaunted: "Let Dad show you a hand, my mecha shooter is awesome."

"Is it the kind that can hit the bull's-eye?" Duan Wuxin stared at the person without blinking.

"It's more than that, it can penetrate." Ling Jiamu was a little flustered by the adoring eyes, and his bragging became bolder.

He pointed to a group of people and raised his voice: "In this area, who doesn't know that I am a sharpshooter."

Ling Jun interrupted with a cold face: "Why don't I know."

"That's because you are ignorant." In front of his son, Ling Jiamu ate ten bear hearts and leopard guts.

Not bothering to answer, Ling Junhan carried Duan Wuxin into the elevator and went to the shooting room on the basement floor.

A whole row of behemoths stood against the wall, and in the distance were rows of steel moving targets.

He had just carried Duan Wuxin onto the mecha, and before he had time to give a basic introduction, Ling Jiamu next door was already impatient, and started shooting.

The fiery red light suddenly lit up, and all the targets tens of meters away were pierced through, hitting again and again.

Duan Wuxin picked up the intercom and praised him without hesitation: "Adjutant, you are really amazing!"

"That's natural, this is my unique skill." Ling Jiamu was extremely proud, and fired short-range cannons several times in a row, showing off the sky.

Ling Junhan snorted coldly, "I didn't teach you that."

I don't even bother to mention the embarrassment that this guy hit the target next door in his first shooting class.

He bent down to hold Duan Wuxin in his arms, grasped the tiger's paw with his palm, and pressed the button.

Duan Wuxin was still turning her head to look in Ling Jiamu's direction, but someone forcibly turned her ear back.

"Xinxin, concentrate." The voice was helpless, with a hint of a smile.

Duan Wuxin trembled suddenly, almost biting his tongue, what did this dog man call him?

Why does everyone on the internet call it that, but when he comes here, he gets goosebumps all over his body.

Don't call it that, it's too nasty.

He shook his hair, and the back of his neck was held down by a big warm hand, "Look at the target, lock the aim, and press the button to shoot."

Duan Wuxin's mind was buzzing, and he felt that when the man spoke, his lower lip opened and closed, touching the top of his head.

Slightly hot breath rushed into the ears, itchy and hot.

He wanted to hide, but the tiger's claw was pressed hard by the big hand.

Can't struggle, can't move.

Before he could react, a shell popped out of the mech and shot at the target precisely.

And the bullseye, at the moment of contact, was all smashed into pieces.

"That's my target!" Ling Jiamu was furious, jumping up and down beside him.

Ling Junhan raised the corner of his mouth, looked down at Duan Wuxin, "He pierced it, I smashed it, who is stronger?"

The smoke dissipated, the steel target shattered all over the ground, and Duan Wuxin recovered from the shock.

After a long time, I responded dullly: "You... are more powerful."

"Yeah." The voice sounded a lot more pleasant, Ling Junhan turned his head to touch his ear, and stated the facts frankly.

"By the way, I get full marks in every subject except shooting."

Before the words fell, there were several bang bang bangs again.

crush.

crush.

crush.

More than a dozen steel targets disintegrated collectively, without exception.

Well, he, mom, is handsome.

Duan Wuxin slowly closed his open mouth, it turned out that the marshal is not a fool, he is really good at fighting.

Feeling the aura from the strong, his legs softened for some reason.

"Want to learn, I'll teach you." Ling Junhan looked at the dumbfounded little white tiger with a happy mood.

He also felt that his behavior was too naive, and it was outrageous to be jealous of Ling Jiamu.

But for some reason, he hoped that in front of Duan Wuxin, he was the most powerful one.

And, he is very sure.

Sure enough, Duan Wuxin shifted his target in an instant, and his beautiful starry eyes turned to himself, and his words were adored: "I want to learn."

Folding the tiger claws with big hands, slowly move the joystick, and the shooting port moves in parallel.

Fixed point, aiming, three points in one, ready, Ling Junhan let go of his hand.

"shooting."

Duan Wuxin pressed the button, and with a bang, he hit the bull's-eye.

He was at a loss, is it that simple?

Could it be that he is really a military genius?

Duan Wuxin was a little flustered, now he refused to ask Ling Junhan to help, and stubbornly controlled the mecha by himself.

The tiger's paws slipped a little, and he held the button with difficulty, imitating the example.

First attack, full of confidence.

However, it never hit the target at all.

A little frustrated, the little white tiger drooped its ears.

"It's okay, come again, hold your breath when aiming." Ling Junhan rubbed his furry head, and said in relief, "The first time, it's already very good."

There was warmth inside the mecha, Ling Jiamu stood outside the mecha cursing, recalling his miserable life.

When he used to practice shooting, every time he missed the target, his brother would humiliate him with a blank face.

Specifically how to humiliate.

Probably, from height to arm length to IQ.

Painful past, can't bear to recall.

There is something about the little white tiger that can turn a beast into a human.

He sighed again, "I really want to be a little white tiger, loved by thousands of people."

There were two more bangs, and Ling Jiamu looked in the direction of the shooting, dumbfounded.

But it was the second time, and it hit the bullseye.

No misses, no misses.

Fuck, absolutely.

He now deeply doubts that Ling Junhan was not humiliating, but probably just telling the truth.

His IQ is probably really not high.

Duan Wuxin became interested and practiced until eight o'clock in the evening.

For the first time, he felt that Ling Junhan was not a bad person, so he sat behind him like that, with a quiet and strong aura.

Occasionally guide, most of the time just watch lightly.

Very patient and gentle.

Don't scold if you miss a shot, but don't hesitate to praise if you hit a good shot.

What kind of person is this?Duan Wuxin encountered Husheng's biggest problem.

Human nature is really complicated and unpredictable.

That night, the overtrained little white tiger had a rare dream.

It wasn't the usual horrible nightmare, it was more like a fragment of memory.

In the dream, a little boy was riding on his back with his legs between his belly, running him like a horse.

He was so tired that he couldn't shake it off, and he was so angry that he was dying.

Duan Wuxin, who was experiencing the thrill of fighting for the first time, was furious and punched the boy with his backhand.

The force was too strong, and the little white tiger woke up suddenly, and found that his fist had hit his face, which was painful.

Woke up in the middle of the night, so angry.

After that, Duan Wuxin checked in at the training ground every day for seven consecutive days.

Two o'clock and one line, no other activities.

He had a lot of fun practicing, but he was exhausted for a few regiments, which is pitiful.

Starting from the Ninth Legion and counting up gradually, all of them were tortured by blood.

Among the army, talk about the tiger's face changed.

Duan Wuxin's label has changed from the cute and lovely "Wishing Baby" to "Iron-Blooded Tiger".

Ling Junhan, the direct trainer, has contributed a lot to growing so fast.

The live broadcast has resumed to nine o'clock every night, but it's just a day of training during the day, and I don't have much energy at night.

I felt weak all over, and my limbs were sore and limp.

Duan Wuxin lazily paralyzed for more than half an hour, endured it for several days, and finally couldn't hold back to show off to netizens.

"I have been to the training ground for the past few days, practiced shooting, and hit the target. Now I can control the mech to fight, is it good?"

After such a week, the rumors of "tiger abuse" are still circulating in the barrage, and no one cares about the training results.

Duan Wuxin explained irritably, "I said there was no abuse, but he taught me how to fight."

[Marshal raises tigers, ingenuity]

【Say it again?shoot what? ? ? 】

【I knew all the marshals didn't have a good heart】

【Fuck, this can't be part of that beast soul plan...】

[I heard that animals are now being sent to the battlefield, this is tiger abuse]

[Is the life of a tiger invaluable?What if death in battle is not life? 】

【Xinxin, you have to learn to say no and be brave enough to say no】

Duan Wuxin: "..."

Sorry, I can't follow your brains.

Taking ten thousand steps back, it is not impossible to really go to the battlefield.

Duan Wuxin recalled the feeling when he was fighting, and his blood was boiling.

Forget it, you mortals don't understand.

Not being able to share in the joy is killing me.

He said angrily, "Ling Junhan is not as bad as you think."

Actions come before brains, raise your hand to block a few who are too malicious, and block them collectively.

It was only when he saw question marks on the barrage that he realized what he had done.

While he was in a daze, the bedroom door opened, and the Lord appeared.

Ling Junhan came over with a lot of food and leaned against the door.

Seeing that he was unhappy again, he raised his pocket and coaxed: "I bought something delicious for you, do you want to eat it now?"

Thanks to the training, the relationship between them has eased a lot in the past few days, and the matter of the cold palace is turned over for the time being, and they accept their fate calmly.

He wagged his tail, walked over slowly, and patted Ling Junhan's thigh like a brother: "Thank you."

Clapping his paw down, Ling Junhan hissed and almost lost his footing.

This slap made my thigh hurt.

He had some doubts whether the recent strength training given to Duan Wuxin was too much.

If he opened his mouth to make a few more flirtatious words in the future, he might be punched to the ground.

Is this a work injury or domestic violence?

Still in the live broadcast, Marshal Ling was heavily burdened with blood, gritted his molars and squeezed out a voice: "No, you're welcome."

Duan Wuxin took out some snacks and chewed them loudly.

Ling Junhan shook out the square box in the bag and handed it over, "My mother bought it for you, and I will wear it on my birthday tomorrow."

"Oh, thank Auntie for me." Duan Wuxin didn't bother to look at it.

What does Ling Junhan's birthday have to do with him?

"Many people will come over tomorrow, remember to get up early and not go to the training ground." After Ling Junhan finished his instructions, he tapped his forehead, "Download early at night, don't stay up late."

"Understood." Duan Wuxin shook his tail slightly, agreeing.

Ling Junhan bent the corner of his mouth, rubbed his head with his hands down, and said a word softly, "Good boy."

There was a warm, numb sensation on the forehead, and Duan Wuxin struggled for a few seconds before lying down.

Do you want to touch your belly again, it's very good.

Ling Junhan froze for a moment, thinking of the slap just now, he moved down tentatively, landed on his lower abdomen and rubbed it lightly a few times.

Unexpectedly, Duan Wuxin didn't struggle, and even narrowed her eyes comfortably.

Recently, indeed, I have become more obedient.

"Then I'm leaving, see you tomorrow." Ling Junhan nodded, got up and left.

Duan Wuxin stretched her limbs, collapsed on the spot, and rubbed herself with the tiger's claws.

I don't know how to touch it, why does it feel so bad?

He stuck for 30 seconds before slowly returning to the bed, only to find that the bullet screen was copying the same sentence in unison.

[It's over, my son was completely PUA by Ling Junhan]

Duan Wuxin was at a loss as to what this word meant.

He clicked on the search term and entered letters.

The explanation came into view: packaging oneself, deliberately seducing, defrauding money and sex, scumbag behavior.

Duan Wuxin touched his face, feeling ridiculous.

There is money, but as a tiger....

Can he be fooled by color?