Transmigrating Into a Violent General's Sweetheart Breeder

Lu Jinbei couldn't see clearly, his eyes seemed to be covered with fog.

I can only feel the warmth of the strength of holding him tightly.

Within a radius of ten kilometers, the sharp and short whistles, the noise of heavy vehicles, and all kinds of chaotic sounds seemed to break through the barrier when he was extremely weak, and the blood near the wound was almost boiling. surged into my mind.

When the mind is unable to control itself, it will become a whirlpool, and once it crosses the edge of collapse, it will be lost, causing a huge load on the brain.

His spiritual realm was already as dark as an abyss, and now it was on the verge of shattering.

Because of the discomfort and the constant trembling of the pointed ears that could not block the external noise, he stretched out his paw to press it, but was suddenly pressed.

The callused fingertips gently stroked a small piece of tight muscle behind his ear.

After gradually relaxing, Lu Jinbei felt that his ears were turned over and checked professionally.

Before he could respond, he was patted and hugged comfortingly.

Ling Huan lowered his head and whispered, "Don't scratch your ears, you can't. You've been wandering around for too long, and you've been running around in dirty places. It's normal to have ear mites. Let's go back and treat the wound first, and then take a bath depending on the situation. , buy some medicine and apply it and it will be fine soon."

Lu Jinbei: "..."

Ling Huan held down the cat's ear which was not in good condition with one hand, quickly unzipped the zipper with the other hand, and stuffed the nested cat into his clothes, hoping that the cat would be frozen into a block of ice The cat is warmer.

He had been out for nearly half an hour, and he hoped that the lame excuses he had made just now wouldn't make the guards suspicious.

He came out empty-handed, and he definitely couldn't pick up a cat when he went back. Fortunately, the cat he picked up this time was not big, so he couldn't see it when he stuffed it in his clothes.

A fluffy head protruded from the collar with difficulty, and Ling Huan pressed it back solemnly. He closed the zipper, dragged the cat's butt with one hand, and pressed the lower abdomen with the other hand, planning to wait a while. Should I pretend to have a stomachache or just rush back to the room sullenly.

Lu Jinbei raised his head, and saw the boy's pointed chin through the gap in his collar, which was coated with a soft light by the cold moonlight.

A bloody smell that did not belong to him faintly emanated from the closed and narrow space, lingering and entangled with his body. It was the untreated wound on Ling Huan's body that was opening and bleeding.

Thinking of the touch when the teeth pierced the opponent's delicate skin not long ago, the fresh blood seemed to grow a piece of lightly fragrant citrus, which was extremely alluring.

After the blood was licked away by him, it quickly calmed down the restless mental realm and even relieved the pain of the wound, while stimulating a deeper desire for destruction.

He still wants to bite.

The thicker breath in the blood is more seductive than any pheromone he has ever smelled, and it is about to break the tense rationality, and the empty mind clamors to take it for himself.

He wanted to go, and he had already gone.

The result was found again.

……

Ling Huan cautiously entered the building through the back door. At the entrance of the corridor, he met several men in military uniform who were patrolling with a cold face. With a pale face, he leaned on the wall and nodded to them, then bent over and clutched his clothes and went upstairs quickly.

Lu Jinbei was hugged and couldn't adjust his posture, each paw was pressed tightly on the other's chest.

Except for the coat, the boy only wore a thin shirt, the temperature could be felt through the fabric, it was a little hot, and he could still feel the strong heartbeat of the other party.

The hanging slender tail shook, and tentatively stretched in along the slightly opened hem of the clothes, touching the loose bandage around the boy's waist.

His tail stiffened, and he touched the bandage with the tip of his tail with a wooden face.

This wound clearly felt the remnants of the thunderbolt attack.

When did he hurt Ling Huan?

It was Ling Huan who bit the back of his hand before.

All the new injuries on Ling Huan's body were caused by him.

Lu Jinbei leaned against the boy's chest, the closer he was to the boy, the more he could smell the other person's breath wrapping around his body, as if he could absolutely comfort him, and there was a kind of gentle and restrained powerful spiritual force sticking to him back up.

He almost subconsciously took the initiative to open the spiritual realm.

Lu Jinbei's slow movement of sticking to the opponent's arms suddenly stopped, he shook his head, and his eyes became clear.

This traitor, who is full of guilt, has just undergone memory erasure surgery, so he should be a bedridden patient. How could he come all the way here?And just ran into him?

Ling Huan's sudden appearance was full of doubts.

When he recovers, he must check it out when he goes back.

If it weren't for the unhealable and serious injuries caused by the too weird firearms, he wouldn't be forced to turn into a beast to maintain his physical and mental strength during the pursuit.

But luckily...

Lu Jinbei's paws pressing on the boy's heart shrank in displeasure, and pressed a few creases on the clean white shirt.

Ling Huan didn't recognize him at all, but regarded him as a lowly wild cat.

There were no such things as wild cats in the empire 100 years ago, and I don’t know if it is because the management of the Federation is incompetent, and even the number of ordinary animals is not well controlled, so that this ignorant guy made such a stupid mistake idea.

Lu Jinbei was thinking about the backwardness and downfall of the Federation, when he felt Ling Huan stop.

The clothes were unbuttoned, and there was a dazzling light in the field of vision.

He couldn't keep up with his reaction because of the stabbing pain. He didn't notice when his tail was caught, pulled it away from his waist, and was pinched twice frivolously.

"Don't be coquettish."

Feeling along the fluffy back, Ling Huan put the cat down on the bed, and took out the medical kit. The things inside were relatively simple, including sterile cotton fibers, liquid medicine, cuffs and large rolls of bandages.

Ling Huan and the cat lying quietly on the bed looked at each other, inexplicably seeing a trace of irritability and anxiety in the other's dark and deep eyes.

There was sweat on his brow, he pursed his lower lip, he looked calm and neatly arranged things by the table, and put on his gloves.