Tigers ban coveting

However, the hand never moved an inch.

The sense of comfort stopped unexpectedly, neither up nor down.

dog man!You don't know how to judge the situation at all!

Duan Wuxin frowned even tighter, becoming more irritable.

If you don't touch it, don't touch it, let go of this king!

Ling Junhan felt the unfriendly gaze, and withdrew his hand in time.

He lifted Duan Wuxin by the neck and laid it flat on the floor. He couldn't hold back, and patted his round buttocks.

Pretty bouncy.

So, watching the little white tiger's ears suddenly straightened at ninety degrees.

It seems to be completely irritated, and the battle mode is about to start.

It turns out that I don't like being touched.

This little temper is really like a firecracker, it explodes at one touch.

After pondering for two seconds, he asked bluntly, "Will you go back with me today?"

Marshal Ling, who has always had a sharp style, rarely took a discussing tone.

Duan Wuxin raised his head suddenly, and managed to recover from the comfort just now, shaking his head like a rattle.

Thank you, decline.

Is it because the meat in the dying pavilion is not tasty, or is the floor not hard enough?

If you can change your mind with two touches, you're being naive.

Duan Wuxin shook his head again, double rejecting.

After all, no one likes being given as a gift.

"Why don't you try it for a month and send it back if you are not used to it?" Ling Jiamu racked his brains and proposed a compromise.

He showed a standard smirk with eight teeth, and squatted in front of the little white tiger, trying to make himself look kind and sincere: "Don't worry, there are many people who like you in the Marshal's Mansion, and we will take good care of you."

Duan Wuxin simply closed her eyes, changed her position and lay on her side on the ground, motionless.

Since Ling Junhan gave him a choice, he would be crazy to agree.

Ling Jiamu didn't give up, and continued to attack persistently: "We have a lot of your fans, besides..."

He stared at his brother, and added in a low voice: "The chief is not as rumored, he is quite nice."

Sending out a good person card, I feel a little guilty.

However, his brother is indeed surprisingly gentle and patient in the face of the little white tiger, and it is not a lie.

When the barrage heard this, it completely exploded:

[Not even a day!This is a sheep entering a tiger’s mouth, no, a tiger entering a tiger’s mouth]

[It can be seen from this, if you send it over, you will be eaten to death]

[Don't bring the rhythm, Xinxin didn't say to go]

【I!At once!Know!road!Ling Junhan came here with bad intentions]

[Real name objection, don't snatch me, cub! 】

[I believe in the holy light of Wishing Baby, we all made a collective wish, please QAQ]

Ling Junhan glanced at Duan Wuxin, his limbs were stretched straight, and he still had a face of resistance and a very firm posture.

The scene of the white tiger running in the forest flashed in his mind, he thought, tigers are born free and should not be anyone's property.

People don't want to, and he doesn't intend to make things difficult for others.

Just like, I went out for a walk today.

"Forget it." Ling Junhan said.

Forget it?

So simple?

These words sounded so comforting, Duan Wuxin resisted the thought of "woo hoo", and couldn't help wagging his tail wildly.

He thought: Sure enough, the wish of thousands of people came into effect, and the ending was as he wished.

Thank fate, thank the fans.

Thank you for the character you have accumulated in helping people make wishes.

The current mood is two words, comfortable.

The barrage over there seemed to be provocative, provocative: [Ling Junhan keeps what he says, can't go back on his word]

I can't wait for him to press his fingerprints on the spot and get another seal.

"I won't go back on my word." Ling Junhan withdrew his gaze from the dense barrage, lowered his eyes to arrange his cufflinks, and prepared to leave.

"When did you become so talkative?" Ling Jiamu's legs were half numb, and he got up cursing and leaned over to touch his elbow, squeezing his voice through his teeth.

"You said, don't bully the small with the big."

"Is that what I mean?! Yesterday Bai was pushing you for so long!"

"Jiamu, don't think about taking other people as your own selfishly."

"...I/fuck/you..."

After thinking about it, Ling Jiamu swallowed the swear words with difficulty, and scolded any family member as his own.

A face full of resentment, hating that iron cannot be made into steel.

The son who came to the door was let go so easily, and he was very depressed.

Fortunately, he thought that his brother was kidnapped this time, so the old bastard's sudden gentleman used the wrong place, right?

"Let's go." Ling Junhan ignored the resentful eyes, and nodded to Duan Yongnian calmly, as a greeting, "Director Duan, rest early."

Ling Jiamu looked back three times with great reluctance, and muttered to himself: "It's so far away, why do I feel like today is for nothing..."

Before the words were finished, the door opened, and a burly man bumped into him head-on.

The man was wearing the same military uniform as them, and the military uniform was almost bursting due to his tense muscles, which was frightening to watch.

The other side spoke stiffly, with a rough voice: "Oh, they are all here."

Duan Wuxin just relaxed for half a second, when he heard the sound, he raised his head and was instantly nailed to the spot.

The man stood at the porch, most of his body was covered by the thick night outside, like a ferocious beast in the dark, full of killing intent.

The light from the top fell on the left face of the strong man. From the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth, there was a deep scar.

Fragments of memories flooded into my mind, and the blurred face in the heavy snow gradually became clear.

The neck seemed to be pinched by invisible big hands, making it difficult to breathe.

It's him.

Day and night, the man who had gritted his teeth and hated him thousands of times was standing three meters away in his familiar military uniform.

With his blood-stained hands, he was impatiently pushing Ling Jiamu away and walking in.

The air suddenly became cramped.

"Li Yingyi...Marshal, what are you doing here?"

Ling Jiamu saw the person coming, his expression was slightly condensed, he lost the playful smile just now, and spoke coldly.

Li Yingyi crossed Ling Junhan's shoulder without smiling, and glanced at the little white tiger: "Junhan, I heard that you don't plan to have Duan Wuxin anymore..."

Ling Junhan stopped in his tracks, turned his back to Li Yingyi slightly, leaving half of his side face in the shadow, "So?"

Li Yingyi took another two steps in, and gave a reason casually: "I am also a fan of this white... cat? Tiger? Since you don't want it, then I will take it away."

The implication is clear at a glance.

It is obvious from the words that he has been eyeing it for a long time, and the stepping point is seamless.

"no!"

Ling Jiamu interrupted, and it was superimposed with the fierce cry of the little white tiger. The double superimposition made it look very arrogant.

Of course not.

Duan Wuxin tightened his palms, and the fur all over his body exploded like it was covered with thorns.

I knew that I was unlucky, but I didn't expect to be so miserable, and to meet at this time.

His claws are sharp, but his fighting power is probably not as good as the battle-tested marshal. If this person really wants to take him away by force...

Then, fight to the death.

Duan Wuxin clenched the tiger's claws tightly.

Li Yingyi didn't speak, and walked closer and closer as he paced, his figure pressing down like a mountain.

There was obviously a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the scar that spanned half of his face looked particularly ferocious.

"Could it be that you celebrate your birthday too?" Ling Jiamu couldn't help choking again.

Li Yingyi was a little displeased, and glanced over, "This is the second time, Junhan, if your subordinates are so unruly, I will discipline them."

The last two words are biting hard.

"My brother, don't worry about it."

Ling Junhan stopped in his tracks, turned around and leaned against the door, sneering and mocking.

He leaned against the door and didn't leave, wanting to see what kind of medicine was sold in the old fox's gourd.

Duan Yongnian only felt his scalp go numb.

This just solved one, how come another one.

The camera of the live broadcast was aimed at the living room, and the barrage listened to the whole yin and yang dialogue:

[No, no, no, if you want it, do you still have the right to tiger? 】

【The marshals of the brink of destruction gathered together today?You all covet my son? ? ? 】

[It's the first time I know Li Yingyi looks like this, dbq is my face control, he is too ugly, I would rather follow Ling Junhan with my heart...]

[I heard that ljh and lyy have always been at odds, so this is deliberately trying to scare people]

[Gossip, lyy seems to be doing some animal experiments, how could he give him his son! 】

【...If you talk nonsense about the previous ones, your number is gone】

Afraid that the situation would become more serious, and afraid that the barrage would become too loud, Duan Yongnian had sharp eyesight and quick hands, so he quickly raised his hand to pinch the live broadcast.

He wiped Khan Cen Cen's face, and broke the silence in embarrassment: "This matter should be based on his own opinion, he still prefers himself..."

Li Yingyi interrupted Duan Yongnian by raising his hand, and ordered the adjutant: "Xiao He, go back and report to the higher-ups, I want this little thing."

"Okay, Marshal." The adjutant bowed respectfully.

Li Yingyi gave Duan Wuxin a condescending look, and patted himself on the shoulder with a hypocritical smile: "Hey, climb up."

The tone is hypocritical and viscous, making people sick.

As the distance drew closer, Duan Wuxin was entangled by this man's eerie aura, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

Unlike Ling Junhan, it was indescribably wet and sticky, and wanted to escape.

Duan Wuxin backed up and took three steps back, leaning his back against the edge of the wall, expressing his rejection with his movements.

A military boot suddenly appeared under his stomach, and he was caught off guard.

"If you are not obedient, I prefer obedient children."

Li Yingyi made a sound slowly, raised and hooked one foot, and forcefully pushed Duan Wuxin onto his shoulder.

Duan Wuxin reacted quickly, turned his head and slapped it with his paw.

The tiger's claws slashed across Li Yingyi's cheeks, the fingertips were sharp, blood oozes from the ugly scar instantly, and the wound is deep.

"Fuck..." Li Yingyi raised his hand and threw Duan Wuxin to the ground.

The little white tiger turned over on the ground, he stepped on his back viciously, and cursed: "Give you face?"

"Don't hit him!" Duan Yongnian uttered, and just as he realized he wanted to step forward to stop him, Li Yingyi's Adjutant He punched him on the ground, twisting his posture.

"Marshal Li, enough is enough." Ling Junhan couldn't stand it anymore, walked quickly from the gate to support Duan Yongnian, pressed the adjutant firmly against the wall with one hand, and signaled Ling Jiamu to hold it down.

The scene was messy and chaotic.

When the curator was bullied, Duan Wuxin's anger was completely ignited.

He suddenly struggled out from under Li Yingyi's feet, turned back, bounced onto Li Yingyi's calf, lowered his head and took a bite.

The tiger teeth did not loosen, and the back of the neck was pinched and pulled down again.

Duan Wuxin hooked his backhand claw on the bare back of his hand, creating another deep scratch.

"Fucking stuff..." Li Yingyi wiped the back of his hands, exasperated, and broke the disguise.

He raised his right leg and wanted to kick the little white tiger's back, but as soon as he exerted his strength, he was suddenly stepped on the ground by another military boot.

Ling Junhan stomped on his right foot so hard that he couldn't move that evil foot.

"This is too much." The voice was as cold as a sharp blade.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Yingyi glanced at him, trying to break free with his ankle, "Release."

"If you still want to do something, I won't let go." Ling Junhan repeated impatiently.

Li Yingyi sneered, pursed his mouth into a straight line, and raised his hand to strike back.

Ling Junhan moved even faster, holding Li Yingyi's hands with his backhand, and pushed him against the wall next to him with his knees.

He tightened his fingers and locked his wrist even tighter, clinging to what he just said: "I said, I won't let go."

If the confrontation between him and Li Yingyi had remained superficially calm in the past, today it was directly torn apart.

Just tear it up, sooner or later there will be a day when Ling Junhan doesn't think so.

Li Yingyi's face was livid, he didn't expect that Ling Junhan would really fight with him, after all, the barracks had to honor him as a senior.

There was a long silence of more than ten seconds, and the atmosphere in the living room was deadlocked, and no one could close the scene.

"Okay, I won't do anything." Li Yingyi squeezed out a voice through his teeth.

He scolded Ling Junhan thousands of times in his heart, and then severely wrote down the hatred.

Ling Junhan hummed, and said lightly: "Marshal of the Federation, if he doesn't want to go with you, he will use force. This will embarrass us soldiers."

Li Yingyi stared at him impatiently: "Understood, let go."

Ling Junhan sneered and let go of the restraint.

Li Yingyi tidied up his messy shirt, realized the gaffe just now, and put on the camouflage again.

He looked down at the little white tiger, and wiped the blood that hadn't solidified on the back of his hand: "Well, I'm very reasonable. I'll count to three, if Ling Junhan doesn't take you away, it's mine."

This man did it on purpose.

Duan Wuxin drooped his tail, his face was solemn and a little desperate.

It was instinctive to resist just now, if he really fell into the hands of this person, Li Yingyi has so many elite troops, there is only one dead end.

If the old vengeance was not avenged, he probably died on the spot.

It's just that I just rejected Ling Junhan in front of many netizens, why should I ask him to take action now...

He looked at Duan Yongnian, the old man's expression was complicated, he hesitated to speak.

"three."

Counting has already started over there, Duan Wuxin is at a loss, his mind is blank.

"two."

Li Yingyi had the winning ticket in his hands, his face was relaxed, and he changed into an expression of watching the show.

"one."

The sound was stretched very long, like the death bell of fate.

Heartbeat stops, breathing stops.

Duan Wuxin bumped into Li Yingyi's determined gaze, and the memories burst out uncontrollably.

The muzzle of the black hole shot in all directions, blood and flesh splashed, and layers of white snow were raised.

The soldier was covering a scar on his face where the bones were deep, and his hands were covered with blood.He was directing his subordinates loudly to lift the two white tigers lying down in the snow onto the spaceship.

He hid in a tree hole covered by heavy snow, not daring to move or breathe.

At that time, at this time.

The moods overlap.

It turned out to be the same helpless.

Duan Wuxin took a step back, pressing against a pair of hard military shoes on his back, there was no way to retreat.

The executioner is just around the corner. This man is a murderer. If he fights to the death, what will happen?

Ling Junhan lowered his head, looked at the little white tiger that was standing in front of his shoes, and somehow his usual arrogant personality suddenly became timid.

A flash of memories flashed through my mind, but I still couldn't bear it: "I changed my mind and I want it again."

As for the public opinion on the Internet that makes him "talk what he says"...

That is to say, it is not a big deal to turn over the page just to lose face.

Li Yingyi didn't expect this person to be addicted to fighting against him today, and said sarcastically: "Back to what you say, is this Marshal Ling's style?"

Ling Junhan didn't bother to talk about it at all, he just leaned over and gently caged the stiff little white tiger.

Duan Wuxin's brain seemed to be disconnected, and the conversation seemed to come from a distant place.

He seemed to have heard Ling Junhan say he wanted him.

At that second just now, it was like dying in the waves, dazed and hopeless.

Then at this second, in the last breath, he was caught out of the sea and regained his life.

Duan Wuxin felt herself being picked up neatly, and the cold collar buttons of the military uniform were pressed against her furry cheeks, and she could even clearly feel the badge pattern on the buttons.

Rigid, powerful, representing the military.

It was very cold, Duan Wuxin struggled suddenly.

He thought, maybe his mind was dizzy, and he had a strange hallucination.

He heard Ling Jun's cold and warm voice sweeping past his ears, with a low, smoky voice, a little helpless.

"Don't move around, I'll take you home."