Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

"very angry?"

Then increase the disgust value a bit more.

The young man knelt and raised his head to look at him. The corners of his lips were slightly raised as if smiling. The dark pupils were full of publicity and rebellion. The cold sky of the trial hall was struck down, as if the young man was caged with white light. It looks bright for a moment.

Lu Jinbei's face turned cold.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have negotiated terms with a guy who was already a traitor, perhaps threats are more suitable for this kind of scum.

People cultivated by the Federation are accustomed to disguising and deceiving, and scheming.

Obviously it looks harmless, but it shows off its cleverness in front of everyone.

In the next second, the muzzle of the land admiral personally reached Ling Huan's temple.

"Are you looking for death?"

Didi's electronic sound jumped out sharply, accompanied by a flashing warning red light on the optical brain interface.

"The two parties have started a mandatory marriage for two years. During this period, no punches, kicks, or military sanctions are allowed on the delicate partner. A warm tip for the mastermind: Stay away from domestic violence and not be a scumbag."

"If life is still discordant within two years of marriage, the marriage status will be semi-compulsory after two years, and as long as one party is unwilling, divorce can be made.

The "fragile" Ling Huan tilted his head with a smile, and the muzzle went a little deeper. He stretched his tone and said, "Yes, I'm looking for death, won't the land admiral shoot?"

The man's hand with the gun is already on the trigger, and it only takes a second to penetrate this talkative head.

He hasn't pressed it down because of a few words from the main brain. The jaw line is tight, and finally there is a different expression on the handsome face, which is much more vivid than the cold and ice just now.

[It has been detected that Lu Jinbei's current host aversion value reaches 50. 】

The disgust value rose very smoothly, and because of the protection of the mastermind command, he did not have any life threats. He felt that the muzzle of the black hole had been retracted, and Ling Huan was relieved.

He licked the small scar on his lower lip, tasted the smell of blood, and the wound he tore open because of the slight movement with a fiery pain.

The upright upper body retreated subconsciously when the man approached. The sweet, cold fragrance on the other side was like a hook, which easily evoked the heat in his heart.

Very strange, what perfume does Lu Jinbei spray?

In his mind, he asked 009 what kind of perfume it was, and he was going to buy some and spray it at home after he opened a store and made some money.

It smells good.

009 regrets saying, [It should be Lu Jinbei's alpha pheromone, but I can't smell it, so I can't help the host determine it. 】

Lu Jinbei frowned slightly, he was a little unstable now.

The original clean and fresh air diffused a small citrus smell. He rarely smelled the pheromone of omaga. Except for the several missions he had participated in, he had encountered omaga on the verge of estrus. These omaga burst out. The induced odors are all sticky and disgusting.

It looks like it will break at the touch of a touch.

But now the smell of small citrus in the air was winding upwards, like slowly unfolding petals, gently touching him.

Isn't Ling Huan a beta detected by the mastermind?

This may be an imitation omaga pheromone newly developed by the Federation to confuse the enemy.

Soon enough, Lu Jinbei knelt down and grabbed Ling Huan's collar tightly, and pulled the person in front of him. With some strength, he broke the crumbling buttons on it, revealing the white collarbone of the boy.

"Ling Huan."

The man sneered, calling his name in a low and mute voice, obviously displeased with a straightforward aggressiveness.

The collapsed button rolled two laps on the ground, bumped into the man's army boots, and stopped.

Lu Jinbei crouched down and was still able to look down at him. The dark military uniform clung to his body, drawing strong muscle lines, wide shoulders and narrow waist, handsome appearance, dark pupils glowing with strange light gold when illuminated. The golden color is like a thin line that can flow, disappearing in a flash.

Ling Huan blinked and stared at Lu Jin Bei closely, his pupils turned dark again.

Did he make a mistake just now?

Lu Jinbei's eyes seemed to have turned into cat-like vertical pupils.