Transmigrating Into a Violent General's Sweetheart Breeder

There was no sound from the small speaker next to the surveillance probe. The man at the door sneered, and calmly took out a plaque symbolizing the royal family's status from his breast pocket, holding it up so that Ling Huan could see it clearly.

The lion's head, which is exactly the same as the umbrella handle, is engraved on the sign, which looks extraordinarily majestic.

"Mr. Ling, you'd better think faster." He put away the sign without haste, and hooked his finger behind him. There were several tall alphas standing quietly under the steps, all of whom looked capable of violence. Broken physique.

Ling Huan really didn't see what this man was pretending to be, he asked subconsciously, "What was he dangling around just now?"

009 knows a little more than him, [The current emperor's beast form is a lion, so only the royal family can combine gold and lions in the entire empire. This person should be sent by the royal family to find the host, but I don't know where it is. According to the plot in the book, the battle for the throne is now at a fever pitch, and each prince is trying to win as many bargaining chips as possible for himself. 】

The electronic voice was a bit joyful, [However, it is very difficult for ordinary people to enter the palace. If the host is "coerced" to go there, there should be no need to go through those procedures, which saves time! 】

Ling Huan took out the map that Raizel had just drawn during the day from his pocket, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

If you doze off, someone will bring you a pillow.

He was wondering how he could enter the palace without attracting attention.

Ling Huan glanced lightly at the man on the monitoring screen who was so angry, folded the map a few times and put it away.

No matter how many princes came, it was a pass for him to enter.

But it was too arrogant to speak.

"My patience is limited..."

Before the man finished speaking, the door that had been closed in front of him suddenly opened, and the cold wind full of moisture vapor mixed with a dangerous scorched smell, and the raindrops falling down the tip of the black umbrella were filled with cruelty in the dimly lit place. The current of gas breaks open.

The man raised his head, but he hadn't completely overlapped the handsome young man in front of him with the photo on the profile, a huge pressure suddenly came from nowhere, pressing on his shoulders like a heavy stone.

The man's already strangely bruised lips turned even paler now, his knees bent, and he almost knelt down in front of Ling Huan.

He was very responsive, and he stretched out his hand fiercely to press on the shoulder of an alpha behind him, barely maintaining his footing.

His head was covered in cold sweat, the strength on his shoulders increased instead of decreased, and it always maintained a slowly increasing speed.

The man's hand holding the umbrella turned white from exertion, his joints were tense and trembling, and he couldn't hold the umbrella firmly, so it hit the ground with a slap, and he looked around.

Even though there was nothing there, the strength on his shoulders was truly terrifying.

The alpha behind him could no longer support twice the strength at the same time, and with a muffled grunt, shocking blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The man turned his head in panic, and found that two of the alphas he brought had fallen down, and all the fallen ones were staring forward unwillingly.

He belatedly discovered that the smiling beta boy in front of him had used his mental strength.

Not only can it condense into entities in the air, it can even carry out targeted pressure.

Before coming here, he checked a lot of information, and because the Third Prince was particularly eager for dishes with spiritual power, he inquired about the cooking methods of these dishes. First of all, the chef's spiritual power is at least A-level, and he can cook food with spiritual power Talent is "delicious", adding spiritual power to low-level ones will ruin the dish.

There are very few betas in the empire whose mental power exceeds A-level, not to mention the few who are willing to be chefs have been hired away by Quanweilou with a lot of money.

The man guessed that Ling Huan's level should be at least A, but he felt that he was just an ordinary beta who needed to live broadcast to make money to support his family.

Unexpectedly, the other party was so easy now that they knocked down two of them without even reaching out.

The man swallowed back the urge to vomit in his stomach, took a deep breath and said, "It's you! It's you who are coercing with mental power...!"

Ling Huan calmly closed the door sideways, and after making sure that the combination lock was locked, Shi Shiran smiled at the man, "Why, you stare at me with such wide eyes, and you still want me to praise you?"

Angrily, the man kicked the useless alpha who was already curled up and lying down under the steps, ordering the rest with scarlet eyes, dressed in a decent black suit, but his movements were completely lackadaisical,

"What's the use of bringing you out! I'm afraid of the mental power of an ordinary beta! Waste! Could it be that the force value is not as good as him? Give it all to me! Put him on the aircraft!" He casually ordered a few, " Isn’t your force value at the peak of A-level? Why hide in the future?”

Alpha's ears were filled with blood, clenched his fists and rushed towards Ling Huan. The suit on his arm stretched out his muscles, but he didn't even touch Ling Huan's clothes. Hit a cold iron wall.

All the force was blocked back, Alpha held his breath in his chest, and was shocked to find that the opponent took his punch.

Ling Huan's voice was very soft, but it was particularly creepy to Alpha's ears.

"Have you tried your best?"

Alpha, who was dazzled by anger, was full of flaws.

Ling Huan turned his wrist upwards, and with a crisp click sound, half of Alpha's arm was easily removed.

The sharp screams instantly overshadowed the sound of the rain, Alpha knelt on the ground in pain with his left arm in his arms, his back arched and twitched incessantly.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help taking a step back, looking at Ling Huan with a little more fear in his eyes, he shook his lips and pushed the frightened and motionless Alpha beside him, "Fuck it together! Fuck it all for me! I I can't believe so many alphas can't catch a beta!"

"The official authority is quite strong." Ling Huan smiled friendlyly at the ashen-faced Alpha, took a few steps forward, and asked the man who was trying to hide back, "Which prince do you belong to?"

He has helped Lu Jinbei frequently heal the spiritual field, and he has been able to skillfully retract and release his mental power.

Facing ordinary alphas, he deeply felt the strength of s-level mental power.

The autonomy that was lost by Lu Jinbei is now fully recovered, and Ling Huan calmly increases his mental strength, which was only a third of what he had put away.

I don't know if it's because he has been with Lu Jinbei's mental power for too long. His mental power, which doesn't have obvious elemental tendencies, is now accompanied by cold thunder and lightning, and the pain will double when he exerts coercion.

The man's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard the word "Prince", he gritted his teeth and said intermittently, "Wait...you will know when you see it...you are not qualified to ask..."

Finding that this was still a stubborn one, Ling Huan shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"What level are you? You still want to stand still." He looked at the man's red neck and couldn't even speak smoothly, and suddenly smiled, "Do you think you can survive?"

In the next second, the man felt that the strength he had finally adapted to had more than doubled, and the sudden force was like a raging tide, almost breaking the bones he was supporting.

He couldn't take it any longer.

With a loud plop, the bridge of the man's nose hit the steps full of water and mud. He couldn't react at the speed at which his mental strength increased. He wiped his face.

"What... what is your level of spiritual power?" The man's hair was stuck together in a mess, and when he looked up, he had long since lost his aloofness.

Ling Huan lowered his eyes, turned a blind eye to his question, and said lightly, "That's what makes sense."

Putting his hands together, he pulled out a long umbrella from the door, took two steps and looked back at the drenched people, "Aren't you leaving?"

The man was half lying on the ground, struggling for a long time but couldn't stand up, looked at Ling Huan in astonishment, as if he didn't understand what people said, "Don't you want to go?"

The horror of the mental power coercion attack lies in the suppression of all aspects. If it is facing an alpha, when the mental power reaches its peak, it can even shred the target's mental domain, and the effect is permanent.

But this scary beta always had a smile on his face, as if he was playing tricks on a few mice.

The man spat out the blood in his mouth, panted and wiped off the dirt on his face, "Aren't you going to escape?"

"How could it be? I have nothing to escape." Ling Huan's smile was not warm, "Since the prince invited me to meet, I will definitely go. After all, you are the one who is rude, not the prince."

Ling Huan was respectfully invited onto the aircraft.

Said that the chair of the aircraft is too hard, the man hastily ordered someone to buy a soft pillow and came back.

Because the man was suppressed by the tyrannical mental force just now, the arm holding the object trembled uncontrollably.

The current situation is completely opposite to what he imagined when he came.

Not only did the other party not have the slightest bit of nervousness and fear, but he was really relaxed and at ease as if he was a guest.

He sat in the front seat of the aircraft, with his clenched fists resting on his knees, thinking that he must tell the third prince about the weirdness of this person in advance.

He was in a trance, when a stabbing pain suddenly came from the mental realm, he clutched his temples and trembled, unable to even turn his head.

The young man's cold voice came from behind, "Don't think about speaking ill of me to your master."

"I'm just an ordinary beta, and I don't need to make a small report in advance."

Half an hour later, the third prince, who knew nothing about Ling Huan, was sitting at the dining table. He slightly raised his hand to one side, and someone pulled away the luxurious chair for Ling Huan.

The white tablecloth was covered with steaming food, but the third prince's eyes were greedily on Ling Huan, and his voice was gentle,

"Mr. Ling, come and taste it, this is a meal made by the imperial chef."

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