Transmigrating Into a Violent General's Sweetheart Breeder

Ling Huan has been guessing which prince this is.

But after dark, the light in the room is as dim as the outside.

The prince saves electricity and does not turn on the lights.

In the huge restaurant, there were only a few candles with faint fire lights on the table.

The overflowing light can't even reach the wall, giving people an inexplicable sense of uneasiness trapped in an unfathomable cave.

The third prince sitting at the long table looked at Ling Huan, with a gentle smile on his lips, looking like a warm and hospitable host, he leaned forward and actively pushed a plate of grilled chicken with an attractive luster in front of Ling Huan push, open the mouth,

"The dishes haven't been ready yet. To invite a chef as powerful as Mr. Ling here today, I specially asked the imperial chef to work hard, and I must make the best dishes."

"It's not that great, it can only be ranked among entertainment anchors." Ling Huan smiled politely, looking down at the meat on the dinner plate.

The meat slices were oily and watery, and the aroma was compelling, but it smelled strangely spicy.

There is a disgusting taste in the sweetness.

[Something is added to the food. ] 009 hit the nail on the head, and reminded him very cautiously, [I need the host to take a bite to analyze what's in it, but this prince looks malicious, my suggestion is that the host should not eat even a bite. 】

Ling Huan looked at the meat over and over, and finally put the fork aside calmly. When he raised his eyes, he suddenly met the third prince's eyes, and found an uncontrollable green light flashed deep in the other's pupils.

Because of his ignorance, the third prince's displeasure was written all over his face.

"Mr. Ling, what do you mean by this? You work in the nursery school during the day, and you are invited to my place as a guest after work. You haven't had dinner yet, so you should eat more."

Against the dark background, the green pupils of the third prince were particularly bright, and the more Ling Huan looked at them, the more familiar they looked.

"It turned out to be you." He fiddled with the problematic meat again thoughtfully, sniffed the smell, and immediately understood what the vaguely familiar feeling had been since just now.

The smell covered by strong spices is actually a fishy smell.

When the Zerg tribe killed by Raizel exploded and died, the smell was a thousand times stronger than this.

The meat is filled with the venom that oozes when the Zerg scales are peeled off.

The prince sitting next to him is a Zerg.

If there is no accident, he has deceived Qiongqiong's sincere third prince.

Ling Huan didn't move his chopsticks on all the dishes, as long as he thought that there was no way to know which dish contained the venom of the Zerg, it made people lose their appetite.

Ling Huan said, "I appreciate the kindness of the third prince, but I'm not very hungry now."

The third prince raised his eyebrows in surprise, the smile on the corner of his mouth was hard to maintain, and looked a little distorted, "Have we met before?"

"I haven't seen it." Ling Huan smiled, "But I have seen your eyes."

The crystal green pupil color after Zerg parasitism is completely different from the alpha of normal black eyes.

Stared suspiciously by the third prince, Ling Huan shrugged his shoulders relaxedly, "I mean, I saw you when the royal family was broadcast live on Xingwang. Because the shape of the emperor's eyes is similar to that of the emperor, so I look familiar."

The third prince heaved a sigh of relief, his face was still ugly, he tapped the table with his knuckles slightly and urged, "It seems that Mr. Ling was not satisfied with the dishes."

"Why don't you hurry up and get a new one?"

The door was hastily pushed open.

The person in charge of serving dishes staggered a little, and his posture was also very strange. When he walked to the table, he bumped into it as if he couldn't see it.

There was a muffled bang, and the juice spilled from the plate splashed on the white cloth, and a few drops even landed on Ling Huan.

He frowned at the old man who was bending over to hold the plate steady.

The third prince rested his chin with fingers crossed, his eyes darkened, "I made Mr. Ling laugh."

"Don't be surprised, this is the most trusted steward by my side." The third prince pointed at the position of his eyes with his finger, and said in a low voice, "His eyes can't see, he's completely blind."

"When I see guests, I usually don't keep others, only him."

Ling Huan frowned and said, "Then you... the third prince still let him serve?"

The third prince laughed heartily, "I'm used to it, otherwise he wouldn't be my manager. Because he won't see things he shouldn't see, I'm very relieved."

Ling Huan watched as the old man stretched out his old hand and touched the tablecloth twice, estimating the vacant space, and then gently put the dinner plate on it.

The third prince was very dissatisfied with Ling Huan's absent-mindedness, "Mr. Ling thinks that the imperial chef is not doing well?"

Ling Huan followed the good advice, "Of course not."

"I think the things made by the imperial chef are bland and tasteless. Compared with the things made by Mr. Ling, they are really terrible." The third prince took a lunch box from his hand, opened the lid, and there was a cold food in it. chicken legs.

Ling Huan clicked his tongue.

It turns out that the last benefit of the draw for the side quest yesterday fell on the head of the third prince.

The chicken legs in the lunch box had already been bitten into pieces, the edges were chewed and ragged, and the top was full of horrible saliva.

People who eat chicken drumsticks look like they've been hungry for a month.

"Imperial chefs don't know how to cook food with spiritual power. Mr. Ling cooks very differently." The third prince praised Ling Huan in a hype, but found that Ling Huan was still indifferent with dry mouth, he couldn't help being a little annoyed, and clenched Picking up the knife, he said coldly, "Mr. Ling should know that the royal chef is treated extremely well, so why not stay in the palace."

"That's not acceptable." Ling Huan raised his eyebrows and directly refused.

It turned out that he was specially invited here with violence, and the third prince went around in such a big circle just to let him cook.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Losing Qiongqiong, a cheap labor force, would deal a big blow to the third prince.

"The third prince may not know that the one in my family is very difficult." He met the man's livid face, and calmly shook the time displayed on his brain, "I have to go home before ten o'clock, otherwise he will Came to investigate."

"Mr. Ling's lover? I don't know if it's a beta or an omega. If you have such a bad personality, it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible. As long as Mr. Ling comes to the royal family, all you come into contact with are upper-class nobles. If you want better ones, why don't you grab a lot? As long as you I am willing to stay here and cook." Yesterday, I specially watched Ling Huan's live broadcast from beginning to end, and the third prince felt triumphantly thinking that he had figured out Ling Huan's unspeakable secret.

He self-righteously thought of a solution, and moved out the conditions for hiring Ling Huan, "Three meals a day must be prepared with mental energy, and the reward is indispensable to you. The money is still spar, and you can mention anything you want..."

Ling Huan only heard a few ridiculous words, "You want to find me a better one?"

"You can't find anyone better than him."

The third prince found that Ling Huan was completely indifferent to his temptation, and didn't even take it to heart, so he immediately stopped laughing.

"You don't think you can leave easily after entering the palace, do you? A stranger like you can't move an inch here!"

Ling Huan looked sideways, looked at the dark sky outside through the transparent window, shook his head and said, "Of course I won't leave easily."

He's going to get the key.

The map that Raizel gave was incomplete, and there was no third prince's palace in the key marked places, so he still had to look for it. As long as he could find the place where the emperor lived, he would be able to follow along to find the residence of the mute chief.

Ling Huan paused.

The emperor's steward is dumb.

The man with the third prince is blind.

I don't know what's wrong with the royal family, and the people around me are all disabled people.

The third prince didn't have the slightest appetite for ordinary food, so he simply tore off the napkin on his chest and threw it on the table, raised his posture, and called Ling Huan by his name unceremoniously, "Rails Ling, Once you enter the palace, you won’t be able to control yourself. You will not only be my chef, but also the dishes on this table..."

He looked around, the green in his pupils gleamed maliciously, "I still had picks just now, now you have to eat them all!"

The blind old man did not respond to the violent and arrogant words of the third prince from the beginning to the end.

The third prince tapped the table with his fingers a few times, the old man's ears moved, his back was hunched, but his steps forward were very steady.

After bumping into the table once, he cleverly avoided the corner of the table this time. Although Ling Huan didn't make a sound, he still found Ling Huan's position accurately. He stretched out his withered fingers and pressed Ling Huan's shoulder. He grabbed a handful of vegetables from the plate in front of him with one hand and was about to stuff them into Ling Huan's mouth.

The third prince said, "Chen Guanshi's physical strength reached its peak when he was young, and he can compete with the alpha of S-level. I gave you so many benefits just now, and you can't listen to any of them. Now eat all these dishes first."

As soon as he finished speaking, half of Guanshi Chen's arm, which was regarded as a sharp weapon, suddenly softened. The bones inside couldn't connect after the crisp dislocation sound, and he knelt on the ground with a scream.

"He can't beat me, and the dishes on the table are rotten. I have no appetite." Ling Huan wiped his hands lightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at the ugly third prince, "Why don't you come and fight me yourself?"

He found that this Zerg was quite like doing as the Romans did. After occupying the identity of the third prince, it was able to perfectly integrate into the palace battle of the royal family by virtue of its struggling and upgraded IQ. It is quite interesting that it has learned to use these methods now.

The third prince supported the table and stood up abruptly, "Are you an alpha?"

His mind was in chaos, and he didn't understand what he said, "No, it's impossible! Aren't you a beta? It's just that your mental strength is stronger, how could..."

He was hit hard on the back of the head, and the third prince staggered and fell to the ground. He was gasping for breath with stars in his eyes, and was choked by the sudden force. He couldn't even breathe when he picked it up. Legs flopped uselessly on the ground, struggling but to no avail.

A young man murmured in his ear, "Save your life for now, you are still useful."

Ling Huan couldn't find the rope. Fortunately, the third prince's dining table was long enough. He tore a hole in the tablecloth and pulled it down quickly. The old man with a fairly high force value was tied between two chairs.

Ling Huan threw the terrified Third Prince towards the door, opened the map from his pocket Shi Shiran, and said, "I can't move an inch, but with your face, I should be able to move, right?"

"Where is the palace where the emperor lives? Take me there."

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[Lingling: Let's go, if you deliberately take the wrong way, I will crush your neck. 】

Tomorrow the powder bag will drop at six o'clock in the evening~··