Tigers ban coveting

Everything is not right today.

Duan Wuxin is usually quite tolerant towards netizens, and usually gives annoying bullet screens a "three-day ban" package. In fact, today these few netizens poked three major restricted areas as if they had made an appointment.

Scold the curator.

Kua cute.

Said he was unlucky.

Especially the one who just got the title, that swishing tone is probably the same person as the one who said he was reciting.

If he knew who was behind the vest, he would definitely call him daddy.

Molesting him, mocking him, is it funny?

With a cold expression, Duan Wuxin raised his chin and stared at the screen.

The upturned tail hangs down a little aggrieved, sweeping the ground one after another.

Sleeping soundly, the bed collapsed in half because the screws were not tightened.

When I went out for a walk, the fruit that fell from the tree just hit my head.

It's okay to climb a tree, but his white hair was scorched by lightning.

It's ironic that he can bring good luck to others, but he himself is an unlucky guy who lives on thin ice.

Thinking of the history of blood and tears in the past, the little white tiger snorted coldly and bared his teeth angrily at the air.

No, my fate is up to me!

As soon as he finished humming, the live broadcast equipment was caught off guard by smoke, and the screen went black instantly.

Relying on the instincts he had cultivated through years of hard work, he flicked his soft tail violently, relying on the reaction force of hitting the ground, Duan Wuxin escaped the explosion dangerously and dangerously.

...Knowing that I was wrong, I accept my fate.

The disaster scene here has not been dealt with cleanly, Duan Yongnian heard the sound and rushed over.

He caught a glimpse of the scrapped equipment when he entered the door, took a few breaths, and then said slowly: "Three consecutive blackouts are still not relieved, even the camera is blown up?"

Duan Wuxin felt that his old father had pierced his heart again.

He drooped his ears, quickly moved half an inch, and turned his head to face the person with his round buttocks.

Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted, it's annoying.

Duan Yongnian bent down and squatted down, grabbed his ears with both hands and exerted a little force, and with a click, the little white tiger, which was paralyzed on the smooth floor, was immediately turned 180 degrees for half a circle.

Poking the hairy face with his fingertips, Duan Yongnian pressed the necklace pendant around his neck with a suppressed smile, and asked, "What are you angry about?"

Duan Wuxin raised his neck and groaned twice, gnashing his teeth.

Pendant is an automatic translator that can switch to simulated human voice in real time.

The tone Duan Yongnian chose for him was clean and clear, but the cold tone at the moment is really not pleasant.

"It's okay, that person said I was unlucky."

Duan Yongnian was stunned for half a second, then laughed unceremoniously, "This man's eyes are quite poisonous, you can see that."

"The mouth is also very poisonous, so bad." Duan Wuxin gritted his teeth.

"Okay, don't be angry." Duan Yongnian casually patted the hair on his back, and coaxed: "Did you smash the glass again today? I brought you a new set, you promise to like it."

Duan Wuxin didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, and accepted her fate calmly: "Anyway, it will be broken in two days."

Duan Yongnian played with the handle of the cup, looked up and down at the little white tiger, and then at the dark sky.

Chest rises and falls, he hesitates to speak.

Duan Wuxin was very insightful, and directly pierced: "What do you want to say?"

"Then what, take a shower first."

Duan Yongnian bent down, easily picked up the little white tiger and put it on his shoulders, and quickly walked into the bathroom next to him.

Duan Wuxin hunched over and stood next to the bathtub, staring at the water slowly rising up, expressionlessly pushed a few toy ducklings next to him into the pool in retaliation.

"Let's use orange flavor today." Duan Yongnian said to himself, carrying a bunch of bottles and jars and arranging them in a row. body wash.

The water temperature was just right, Duan Wuxin raised her head slightly, and squinted her eyes comfortably.

"Don't move, I'll help you." Duan Yongnian held him down, carefully smoothing his smooth hair.

He slowly considered his words: "If you don't live with Dad in the future, and someone else takes care of you, will you feel sad?"

"Are you retiring?"

Duan Wuxin didn't turn his head back, and said firmly, "As long as you are a leader in the near-extinction hall, you can take care of me after retirement."

"In my fifties or sixties, I really want to retire." Duan Yongnian rubbed his head, but still finished the sentence in one breath.

"The superior came to see me today and said that he was going to give you to Ling Junhan as a birthday present."

"Who is Ling Junhan?"

"The youngest field marshal in the Federation."

Duan Wuxin froze all over, and after a long time, she responded softly, "Oh, Marshal."

He also thought of that winter when the sky was full of snow, his parents died under the gun of a soldier, there were only two "bangs", and the pure white snow was covered with bright red.

At that time, when he was young, the officer's face was already blurred. He only remembered a hideous wound on his left cheek and the golden medal on his shoulder that was difficult to ignore.

It has been three days since Duan Yongnian rescued him and came back, no one knows what happened that day.

It's just that he and the soldiers should be incompatible.

They were brutal and bloody, and the Marshal probably was as well.

That feeling of irritability surged up again, Duan Wuxin slapped the duck, and the whole room rattled.

Duan Yongnian rubbed his head and coaxed him in a low voice, "Don't worry, I didn't agree."

Duan Wuxin heard the overtones, "If someone forces you to give it away, what can you do?"

"If you don't want to go, I'll fight to the end!...Based on my position in the near-extinction pavilion..." Duan Yongnian straightened his back and his voice was dry.

In the end, the voice faded away.

"Well, I don't want to go." Duan Wuxin rarely confided his sincerity.

He raised his palm and slammed a toy duck into the bottom of the water, splashing a pool of waves.

After taking a shower, Duan Yongnian helped him dry his hair and went back to sleep. Duan Wuxin tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He was annoyed all night, so he simply turned over and got up.Transfer all the rewards earned today to Duan Yongnian, log in to Xingwang, and search for the keyword "Ling Junhan" in the search box.

There are many related links that pop up, the first one is Starnet Encyclopedia, and the accompanying picture is a photo in military uniform.

The man brushed his hair back and kept his eyes fixed.The brow bone is slightly high, pressing down the deep eyes.The facial features are like frost on a sharp knife edge, sharp and inhuman.

Thankfully, there were no ugly bruises on his face.

Duan Wuxin was slightly relieved, but luckily it wasn't that person.

His palm touched the shiny screen, and the cushion pressed against the man's forehead.

He is fierce, not like a soldier, but like a gangster.

The palm moved to the right and landed on the shining military medal.

The dazzling golden color shows the supreme title admired by thousands of people.

Ling Junhan's marshal status made Duan Wuxin feel resistance from the bottom of his heart.

If you really send it over as a gift, it will come and go, and in the end it will be stewed and no one will know.

He hasn't thought about the future clearly yet, maybe he hasn't had time to take revenge, and it's hard to say that he will be crushed to death by a chandelier in his sleep one day.

However, according to my years of experience of bad luck, this is what I am afraid of.

The claws hooked the mouse and slid with difficulty, all praises for outstanding military exploits, really can't see any personal character.

He usually grabs guns, will this person really want him?

Do you have any special hobbies, like chopping up rare animals and eating them?

I saw in the barrage before that the tiger whip strengthens the yang...

Where is the tiger whip?Do you want to do something to your little fluffy tail?

As soon as the brain hole was opened, the more I thought about it, the more panicked I became.

Duan Wuxin suddenly shuddered, and his eyes stayed on the birthday line.

1 month 20 day.

Less than two weeks.

This date is like a countdown to death, every day is approaching the end.

No matter how powerful his majestic little white tiger is in combat, he can tear down a piece of furniture and smash a bed. If he really wants to face Gang head-on, the opponent will be the marshal who survived the hail of bullets.

The guy surnamed Ling must have bullied him to the point where there was no scum left.

For the first time, Duan Wuxin, who was not afraid of anything, was a little timid.

That night, he dreamed of that face.

The cruel man held a knife and fork in his hand, stared at his own tail and licked his lower lip.

"What are you doing?" Duan Wuxin shivered, pretending to be calm.

The man showed a stern smile, and said in a low voice, "I ate you."

"...my meat is too old, it's not good to eat!" Duan Wuxin resisted, scratching the man's arm with his claws, and pressed a black gun with his forehead.

He woke up suddenly, as if sitting in sticky blood, covered in cold sweat.

The next day, I felt palpitations and weak legs, and I felt fluttering when I walked.

Thinking of this, he even ate a few catties less meat for dinner.

Uncle Ma next door said that if he was hungry and thin, he might raise them for a few more days before sending them out.

Duan Wuxin bathed in the setting sun, clasped his palms together, and prayed sincerely.

If it can not be used as a gift, Benhu is willing to give out ten times the lucky value to help netizens make their dreams come true.

At nine o'clock in the evening, live broadcast as usual.

Just 10 minutes after the start, a pop-up box popped up to vote under the live broadcast column.

[The super cute pet Duan Wuxin is about to give Ling Junhan as a gift, what do you think? 】

Duan Wuxin frowned, he only mentioned this matter last night, and the news went too fast.

A barrage of question marks floated across the barrage, followed by voices of opposition one after another occupying the screen.

[It's funny, are all the executives filled with shit in their minds to come up with such a bad idea? 】

[Seeing that the fist won the vote, the one who voted for it was a two-dollar troll, right? 】

[Don't send my son away, the old mother is willing to go instead of her son]

[Bah, the one in front is coveting the marshal's face value]

[No, no, who else doesn't know that the wishing baby is the common property of the entire interstellar world! ! 】

Duan Wuxin stiffened her neck and browsed one by one, making her head hurt.

Maybe the people who voted were kind enough to stir up public outrage, but now it seems that the barrage is full of bad intentions.

He closed his eyes slightly, and turned on the TV next to him to divert his attention.

Coincidentally, the news about Ling Junhan's return from the victory a few days ago was being broadcast on the channel, and the words were full of praise.

Duan Wuxin cut the camera angle of the live broadcast, moved over slowly with careless steps, and squatted in front of the TV to watch the news.

The barrage followed the live broadcast, and the little white tiger was sitting upright with a serious expression.

[Hey, what are you talking about, I feel that my heart is gradually showing a fierce light]

[Although, Ling Junhan looks so damn handsome! prprpr]

[Thinking about it from another angle, if you marry the marshal, wouldn't you be able to have a male god and a son at the same time? 】

[Oh, the male mother is also a little bit tempted, and wants to fencing with the marshal]

[Is the previous evil disgusting? If you want to send your son, you can't agree! 】

[Heart-heart-fast-run!This man is about to grab you and eat you up! 】

Duan Wuxin tilted his head slightly and studied carefully.

Ling Junhan on the screen speaks decently, has a strong aura, and has the domineering aura of "seeing whoever is upset, shoot him down with a gun".

But at first glance, it doesn't look like he likes animals. Sure enough, he wants to get him there and get rid of him?

So, is it illegal to eat endangered animals?

Duan Wuxin thought for a while, this question touched the blind spot of knowledge.

He moved a few steps closer, before his paw touched the screen, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The weak electric current sizzles, and the TV is about to start convulsing.

No hesitation, no reaction required.

The muscle memory formed over the years has already involuntarily stretched out his claws on the TV before his brain gave instructions.

With a bang, a loud sound echoed in the empty living room.

Before the screen went black, Ling Junhan's face was smashed into a huge black hole.

Between the fragments, a pair of pitch-black eyes appeared, gloomy and frightening.

In front of tens of millions of netizens, he slammed Ling Junhan in the face with a solid punch.

Duan Wuxin thumped in his heart, it's over, the conflict has completely intensified.

He hated the military, but it was a bit too much to ruin other people's news interviews on his live broadcast.

He rubbed his fists, stared blankly at the shattered TV for a few seconds, and carefully held the pieces together with his paws.Hiding in my arms.

After covering up the crime scene, he slowly turned to the barrage.

There was a flash of bewilderment in his usually fierce eyes.

I want to say, I'm just afraid that the TV will blow up, do you believe me?

Obviously, the barrage is unbelievable.

[Hahaha the hunting time of the violent tiger! 】

[In front of the tiger, everyone is equal, even male gods can't make an exception]

[This punch showed her demeanor, her aura, and her determination to fight against fate! 】

[Stupid executives, did you see that?The son is rebelling! ! 】

[Dare to love and hate Duan Wuxin!Iron-Blooded Warrior Duan Wuxin! 】

Encouraged by the barrage, Duan Wuxin thought for a while, then stiffly straightened his back.

Hmph, the body is not afraid of the shadow slanting.

Anyway, it wasn't a day or two before he was misunderstood. Maybe the marshal didn't plan to take him because he was so fierce.

Isn't that right?

As soon as Ling Junhan was busy entering the live broadcast room, he saw that his face was beaten a big hole.

He clicked his tongue lightly, and continued to bind the newly registered trumpet to the bank card in a speechless manner.

The third trumpet after blocking the blacklist.

"It seems that my son doesn't like you very much." Ling Jiamu sarcastically rubbed his arms after being forced to train for a day.

Ling Jun raised his eyelids and asked, "Does he know that it was me yesterday?"

"How did he know, it's not because they have a headache what gift to give you this year, and finally thought of a way to give Duan Wuxin." Ling Jiamu changed into casual clothes, opened the terminal happily, and chose yes in the voting column.

He moved his fingers slightly, his expression of excitement couldn't be concealed, "You can pet a big cat at close range, everyone in the Marshal's Mansion is overjoyed, and I can't wait for tomorrow to be your birthday."

Ling Junhan tapped the screen with his knuckles, and said casually, "Give it to me?"

His life is quite rough, and he probably doesn't have the patience to keep pets.

But for the species of white tiger, he has a natural sense of intimacy.

"Well, if you don't want it, just give it to me."

Ling Jiamu bent over and smiled obsequiously, "Brother, give it to me."

Ling Junhan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and dragged the progress bar to go back and watch the replay.

The screen pauses at the moment of the heavy punch, the little white tiger is imposing and sharp.

After reading it back and forth three times, he still didn't understand, "Why did he hit me?"

Ling Jiamu raised his chin, and squeezed out: "Don't talk about the barrage, I will be angry at the thought of being your gift. I am not afraid of power, and I am worthy of my son."

"Well, this angry look is quite funny."

The corner of Ling Junhan's mouth twitched, and he moved his fingertips to give out [-] gifts, and his account was upgraded to two levels in an instant.

Ling Jiamu rolled his eyes and cursed, "Pervert."

He likes to see people angry, what kind of evil is his brother doing?

"Insulting the boss, this quarter's bonus is gone."

Ling Jiamu: "..."

I'm your brother, not a cat or a dog outside!

My son can beat me, but I can't scold him?

Ling Junhan ignored Ling Jiamu's resentful eyes, and kept his eyes on the center of the screen.

At this moment, the little white tiger was already paralyzed on the ground, like a ball of cotton.The furry ears vibrate back and forth, forming a rhythm of its own.

He had a more perverted idea, and wanted to pick up his ear and pinch it.

If you hate him so much, if you really become his pet, what kind of explosion will it be?

The long and boring army life suddenly felt interesting.

Ling Junhan stared at the screen for a while, then took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and casually ordered: "Push back tomorrow night's schedule, and follow me to the near-extinction hall."

"People don't want to see you, your heart is irritable."

After checking the itinerary, Ling Jiamu kindly reminded: "Besides, you won't be free until after nine o'clock. Nine o'clock, do you know what it means? This is to prepare to be beaten live in my son's live broadcast room?"

Ling Junhan bit his cigarette and didn't light it, flicking the lighter with one hand, his voice was a little more playful.

"Okay, I'll wait for him to beat me in the face."

Ling Jiamu looked up in shock: "Brother...you...shaking M?"