Tigers ban coveting

17 years old, the most vigorous age, has become a watershed in front of us.

Eight years younger than myself, isn't it too young?

Ling Junhan twitched his palms, with mixed feelings in his heart.

I thought I was really hit by my mother.

Isn't this a child bride?

Seeing him in a daze, Duan Wuxin proudly showed off: "You didn't realize it, I've lived for so long."

"Special, I can't tell." Ling Junhan gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out a sound from between his teeth.

At that time, I was thinking about it, my mind was hot, and I completely forgot about the age.

Now, in addition to regret, there is also a trace of gratitude.

He thought for a while, then asked directly: "When is your birthday?"

Duan Wuxin pricked up his ears vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"Ask casually." Ling Junhan said insincerely, and opened his mouth to talk nonsense.

Meng Yusen grinned sullenly, and followed Ling Jiamu's name, "Son, don't tell him. This old bastard is so bad, he didn't have any good ideas."

Duan Wuxin nodded, agreeing.

In an instant, he covered his mouth with tiger claws and closed it tightly.

Ling Junhan kicked the console with his toes, feeling very helpless, "Forget it, I'll ask the curator another day."

"My dad won't tell you either!" Duan Wuxin called fiercely.

Ling Junhan didn't respond, thinking that your father had already sold you out, and there was nothing left.

Of course, for the sake of family harmony, he chose to close the microphone.

However, knowing Duan Wuxin's birthday is very necessary.

Even if you have the most charming thoughts, you have to wait until you are an adult.

Go after it first, and then think about other things after you catch up.

It's a pity that this little white tiger is even more single-celled than a paramecium, and it doesn't understand at all.

"The measurements are ready, and the clothes will be delivered in two days." Meng Yusen recorded the measurements, patted Duan Wuxin on the head, and gestured.

"Thank you." Duan Wuxin was grateful to those who helped him.

He jumped off the console one by one and onto the ground.

After the matter is finished, there is no reason to stay.

Ling Junhan followed him out of the research institute, it was freezing cold outside, Duan Wuxin stepped on the snow with his tiger paws, shivering from the cold.

Inspired, he took two steps to the side abruptly, stepping on Ling Junhan's shoes with his hind paws.

When a person takes a step, he takes a step.

Ling Junhan really didn't understand this operation, "What are you doing?"

"It's cold on the ground." Duan Wuxin lowered her head and moved carefully on her military boots.

The movements were awkward, for fear of being contaminated by the heavy snow on the ground.

I understand, I want to hug.

"Next time, just say what you want to do." Ling Junhan bent over, hooked him in his arms with one arm, and wrapped him in his coat.

Duan Wuxin leaned her head against him with a cold expression on her face.

If you can't guess what this king thinks, it's too bad.

Back in the study, afraid that Duan Wuxin would catch a cold, Ling Junhan pulled the blanket from the bed to wrap it up.

The blanket wiped the snow off the little white tiger's head, and the 17-year-old was circling in his heart, and his hand stopped suddenly.

"Wait, you said you were 17 and a half years old, did you really live for 17 years?" Ling Junhan thought of something, and his expression became serious.

Duan Wuxin pulled the blanket to wrap herself tightly, and replied lazily, "Why are you still struggling with this problem?"

He muttered in his mouth, he definitely wanted to kill me when I was an adult.

Ling Junhan's expression became more serious, and he went straight to the point: "Where are your biological parents?"

As soon as these words fell, it seemed as if he had touched a mechanism, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Duan Wuxin was silent, just pulling the blanket with the tiger claws once and for all.

That snowy night was like a nightmare that tormented him for many years.

I don't want to mention it, and I dare not mention it.

"Are they... are they still there?" Ling Junhan felt that he had already guessed seven or eight points, and his throat tightened.

Duan Wuxin shook his head, his voice was dry: "It's gone, I was beaten to death by Li Yingyi. It was the night we escaped, we died under his gun."

Ling Junhan turned around and walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and took a few big gulps.

After his mood calmed down a bit, he untied the two openings and pulled out the necklace from the inside of the shirt.

Duan Wuxin looked at him suspiciously, not knowing why.

The necklace flicked open and was handed over to him, inside was a shrunken photo.

There are two majestic big white tigers in the photo. The little boy is sitting on the tiger's back, holding the tiger's ears with both hands, and smiling brightly.

"You...how could it be such a coincidence?" Duan Wuxin paused, and the tiger's paw stroked the photo.

Ling Junhan looked down at him, the pure white hair and amber pupils were indeed exactly the same.

He should have thought of it a long time ago, but he didn't expect Duan Wuxin to live so long.

"Is it them?"

"Yes." Duan Wuxin looked up at Ling Junhan carefully.

More than ten years have polished a boy into a man's appearance. At that time, he was still too young, and the impression has long been blurred.

Therefore, he did not recognize the person in the first place.

"When were you arrested?" Ling Junhan felt that something was wrong, and his heart sank slowly.

Hope, things are not as bad as he imagined.

However, Duan Wuxin's words completely made him despair, "It was the day they sent you back. Before you went back, Li Yingyi took you into the laboratory. I followed secretly, trying to rescue them, but at that time Too weak, and it's easy to fall into a trap."

Ling Junhan sighed, it really is.

If it wasn't for themselves, they wouldn't show up in the main city, maybe it wouldn't be so...

As an experimental product, join the Beast Soul Project.

"But it's not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself too much." Duan Wuxin sniffled, lost in memory.

He has known for a long time that the endangered white tiger has been targeted by bad guys for a long time.

When they run in the forest, they can always see many pairs of prying eyes, from the sky and from the ground.

It's just that his parents are different. He is a pure white tiger, the king of beasts.

The group of people stared at each other, but did not dare to act rashly.

They set all kinds of traps and escaped by luck.

But, how can the cunning of each animal be compared?

Not that day, and one day you will be caught.

But sooner or later, there is no difference.

Eye contact, mixed feelings.

"Fortunately, you are still alive." Ling Junhan sighed a long time, bent down and hugged him into his arms, feeling lucky for the rest of his life.

Duan Wuxin's parents are his saviors, and Xiao Baihu is his childhood playmate who has been with him for two years.

Emotionally and rationally, you should treat him well.

We just met each other, amidst the warmth, Duan Wuxin suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Are you the little boy who often rides on me?"

"Well, I'm sorry, I was young and ignorant at that time." Ling Junhan smoothed his hair slightly, and apologized sincerely.

Duan Wuxin narrowed his eyes, his tone gradually became more and more ferocious, counting the crimes one by one.

"You were the one who sneaked around me and snatched my fruit?"

"it's me."

"Teaching me how to read, pointing to the word 'sugar' and saying 'shit'..."

"it's me."

"Also! The person who robbed me of sleeping on my dad's back! The person who made me sleep on a rock every day!"

Ling Junhan wiped his face, recalled the past, and felt that he had sinned deeply.

"Xinxin, I'm really sorry."

When he was rescued by Duan Wuxin's parents, he was less than eight years old, which was the most mischievous age for the little boy. After living with the tiger for two years, his temper gradually became wild.

He never expected that after more than ten years, he would meet here.

The injustice has the head and the debt has the owner.

Seeing the little white tiger's hateful eyes, Ling Junhan felt cold in his heart.

He tried to stretch out his hand to smooth his hair, but was forcefully dodged, "Xinxin, I was wrong."

Marshal Marshal, when have you ever been so humble.

Duan Wuxin twisted her head, with the displeasure of "Don't suffer from me" written all over her face, "You're done, I hold a grudge."

"I know, but the time we lived together was also very good, wasn't it?" Ling Junhan sat on the side of the bed, trying to ease the atmosphere, "I always remember you, I carry the necklace with me, even the robot's name Your nickname."

Mentioning this, Duan Wuxin became even more angry, "I hate it when you call me Xiaobai."

The name is so stupid it feels like a retard.

At this moment, he understood why the black coal ball had such a strange name. It turned out that this person was trying to order him overtly and secretly.

The more Duan Wuxin thought about it, the more bored she became, new and old grudges were all on the surface.

He turned around and pointed his butt towards the person, his ears pricked up to the sky.

Ling Junhan was completely out of tricks, he wouldn't let him rub, he wouldn't let him touch.

How can I coax it well, wait online, it's very urgent.

Duan Wuxin ignored him and automatically turned on the cold war mode.

He even jumped up and threw his quilt to the ground, as if he wanted to draw a clear line with him.

Ling Junhan had no choice but to use the old method.

He put on his coat and went out for a walk, bought a bunch of snacks that children love, and placed them in front of the little white tiger one by one.

"I'll give you all to eat, don't be angry."

"I want to eat, and I'm still angry." Duan Wuxin chewed his food while firmly refusing someone to approach.

This time, Duan Wuxin was serious and didn't speak to Ling Junhan for several days.

Except for allowing him to enter the house to sleep at night and make a bed on the floor, he is treated coldly at other times.

For the first time, Ling Junhan discovered that coaxing small animals is really difficult.

He exhausted all the tricks, but Duan Wuxin remained indifferent.

There is no other way but one method, to help him transform into a human being.

So, the artillery fire was diverted, and Meng Yusen was hurriedly urged every day to speed up the progress of the experiment.

Three days later, Meng Yusen delivered the small clothes that he had made, and happened to bump into Duan Wuxin paralyzed in the hall, so he helped him put them on.

An all black top and trousers, just the right size.

He looked up and down his masterpiece with satisfaction, and explained: "This clothes stretches very well, if you accidentally change it one day, there is no problem."

"Thank you." Duan Wuxin shook his tail, stretched out his claws and gave him a high five.

Ling Jiamu poked his head out from behind and asked curiously, "Where's my brother?"

"Looking at the documents upstairs, I haven't moved the floor since the morning." Feeling bored, Duan Wuxin stretched out his claws to pull Ling Jiamu's clothes, "Can I continue to go to the training ground these days, my claws are all hairy. "

Ling Jiamu was amused: "There are hairs, if you want to go, I can take you there."

"Wait a minute, you eat this first." Meng Yusen took out two black lacquered stones from his pocket and handed them over, placing them in front of Duan Wuxin.

The little white tiger lowered its head and sniffed, it was pitch black and had no smell.

I poked it again with my claws, it was so hard that I felt like I would have to bite a piece of my tooth off.

"It looks so unpalatable." Duan Wuxin said with disgust.

Meng Yusen touched the spar, and explained like a baby: "This is an energy spar, very expensive. Let's see if you can change it after eating this."

He has studied for a long time, and can conclude that the transformation must be related to the accumulation of energy.

And the most direct way is to inject energy simply and rudely.

Duan Wuxin regained his energy when he heard that he had changed into a human being.

He held the precious stone in his hand, looked left and right, and opened his mouth carefully.

It was not as hard as he had imagined, and there was a loud bang when he swallowed it down.

He was afraid of being choked, so he chewed slowly, savoring the mystery of this stone carefully.

I have to say, it's really unpalatable.

"I don't think it can change." Duan Wuxin chewed on the black stone, it was tasteless to eat, and it was a pity to discard it.

Looking up at the two people who were full of expectations, they were forced to continue gnawing.

Two pairs of eyes stared straight at him, waiting for a miracle to happen.

However, after eating one piece, except for a slightly faster heartbeat, there is no change in the body.

"You really opened your mouth." Ling Jiamu said helplessly.

He bent down to tease the little white tiger's tail, and muttered to himself: "Actually, being a tiger is pretty good, why do you have to change into a human?"

Duan Wuxin didn't have the nerve to say that his luck was too bad, so he could only vaguely say: "It's happier to be a human being."

Meng Yusen was a little frustrated. He threw himself on the sofa and rubbed his hair hard, feeling a little irritable.

"Theoretically speaking, it shouldn't be. After accumulating a certain amount of energy, it can be stimulated to transform into a human being. What's wrong?"

"Brother Sen, don't worry too much." Ling Jiamu comforted softly, "Li Yingyi has been studying it for more than ten years. It's amazing that you can figure it out in the past three to five days."

Meng Yusen glanced at him, arousing his fighting spirit, "Who do you look down on? Within seven days, I will definitely come up with a result."

"Okay, my brother Sen is the best." Ling Jiamu gave a thumbs up, and he did not care about perfunctory praise.

Duan Wuxin swallowed the last mouthful of energy spar, feeling his throat was dry.

He wiped his lips, cleaned up the debris on the ground with his tiger claws, and said, "It's okay, take your time, don't worry."

Anyway, there is no need to change people, he is now holding Ling Junhan's handle.

Calling back and forth, so unhappy.

Meng Yusen went back to the laboratory first, and Duan Wuxin followed Ling Jiamu to the training ground to practice the mecha.

After becoming a human before, I felt that my strength dropped sharply. Once I transformed back into a tiger, all those strengths seemed to return to my body.

Maybe it's a mix of good and bad.

While smashing the humanoid mech to pieces, Duan Wuxin realized the meaning of life.

It's just that I want to be more greedy.

It would be nice to be able to switch between human and tiger freely.

After all, in addition to his own selfishness, he also bears the life debt of his parents.

To take revenge, let that person pay two lives for one life.

With this in mind, he forced himself to stay on the training ground all day.

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that Ling Jiamu asked Ling Jiamu to take him back to his room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ling Junhan sitting in the study reading documents, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was worried about something.

Duan Wuxin swaggered into the bathroom, rinsed his feet, and bounced onto the bed.

The tone was quite commanding from the old man, "Xiao Lingzi, come and give me a massage."

"Okay, ancestor." Ling Junhan put down the document and moved his stiff fingers.

He paced to the edge of the bed, bent over and sat down, pressing his big hands on his back.

His fingers were covered with gun calluses, and his strength was quite appropriate. Seeing the little white tiger gradually get down, he should be quite satisfied with the service.

Ling Junhan twitched the corners of his mouth, and asked flatteringly, "Finally you are willing to talk to me?"

"It's not all good, it's just that my waist is a little sore." Duan Wuxin stretched out her tiger claws, straightened her body, and replied very arrogantly.

"I thought about it today, and I think we should untie our knots and get back together."

Ling Junhan glanced at him and said slowly, "I have a suggestion, do you want to hear it?"

Duan Wuxin's expression was haughty, and he left a word: "Say."

Ling Junhan unbuttoned the two buttons, turned over and lay down on the bed, turned over into a push-up position, and supported the bed with both fists.

"How about you ride me instead?"

Feng Shui turns in turn. At the beginning, there was such a cause, but now it has produced miserable results.

Marshal Ling put down his face and was willing to be a mount.

This suggestion sounds pretty good, you can try it.

Duan Wuxin snorted coldly, jumped up to his waist, and supported his broad shoulders with his claws.

"Do you think I dare not? You will be my car in the future, and you owe me this."

Ling Junhan closed his eyes, feeling ashamed and helpless.

If his subordinates saw that the Marshal became a mount, they would laugh at him.

Forget it, it's been three days since the cold war, and I can't stand it.

What face, let him go.

"Why don't you shake it?" Duan Wuxin raised her head and slapped her shoulder dissatisfied.

They are all riding on people's backs, demanding more and more.

Ling Junhan supported his body, very puzzled: "What are you shaking?"

"Shaking up and down? It's so boring to stay still." Duan Wuxin said with disgust, "Quick, move."

Ling Junhan: "..."

If it weren't for your pure thinking, I really thought it was some tiger-wolf words.

Well, think of it as a push-up exercise.

He pressed the little white tiger with his backhand, and said softly, "Sit still."

Duan Wuxin muttered: "What is there to sit still?"

Before he could react, the man supported the bed, moving back and forth rhythmically, accelerating rapidly, heaving up and down.

Duan Wuxin had no choice but to hook his neck.

A little wobbly, but still comfortable.

The man has a stable figure, and he has been stationed in the army all year round to train an excellent physique.As soon as the arm is exerted, the muscles are undoubtedly revealed.

Duan Wuxin looked up and down, and was barely satisfied with this capable mount.

After three or ten minutes of tedious work, he finally showed mercy: "Okay, that's all for today."

A cold sweat fell from his forehead, Ling Junhan turned over and lay flat, let out a heavy breath.

He said in a deep voice, "Today?"

"Well, let me ride for 10 minutes every day."

Duan Wuxin licked the tiger's paw satisfactorily, and added, "After riding for a year, we'll write it off."

Really know how to settle accounts, I ride you a few times, you ride me for a year.

"...OK." Ling Junhan pressed his eyebrows, feeling that the road ahead was bumpy.

Fortunately, he thought about riding Xinxin to the battlefield, but now that he didn't go to the battlefield, he paid for himself first.

Duan Wuxin took the opportunity to blackmail: "A few plates of fresh meat and snacks tonight."

"It's all right, you have the final say." Ling Junhan had no temper, and agreed completely.

"Also, you can go to bed and sleep, but you are not allowed to touch your feet." Duan Wuxin explained all the conditions he could think of thoroughly.

With the handle in hand, you can also rub your luck. There is nothing happier than this.

Ling Junhan nodded, holding his hands at the sides of his head, "Never touch."

He thought, the law does not allow it.

Duan Wuxin stretched her waist, feeling that the daily life was pretty comfortable.

He took out the communicator from under the pillow and refreshed his social account at will, only to see many @自己的报告.

I haven't been online for a few days, what's the big news?

Follow @ to enter, the most popular is a photo.

The sky was getting dark, and the setting sun was still there. Ling Junhan held him in his arms, and wrapped his hands around his little tiger claws.

Eyebrows drooped, his expression was still cold and distant, but his movements were rare and gentle.

At that time, he was very docile and didn't resist. He slightly raised his face and stuck it on the epaulettes, as if he was acting like a baby.

Very warm and harmonious.

There is a little more, beautiful.

Duan Wuxin looked at the photo, but couldn't remember which day it was.

He couldn't be more docile now, all he wanted was to slap the stupid Twoleg to death.

Thinking about it carefully, it was probably taken secretly by the onlookers of the Marshal's Mansion when he was still pretending to be good a few days ago.

It's just that it's fine to shoot, and even uploaded it on the website for everyone to enjoy. Is there any privacy?

Duan Wuxin had an indifferent expression and swiped to comment.

Hmph, netizens must scold Ling Junhan to death.

The little baby they couldn't hold, made this big villain cheap.

Click to open, refresh, and more than 1 comments pop up eloquently.

Duan Wuxin felt that the three views were broken and reshaped, and he was at a loss.

[The live broadcast was blocked, I haven't seen my baby for several days, thank you blogger!A good person lives a safe life]

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I never expected that these two have such love together! 】

【Ever since I saw Marshal's nude body that day, I have readily accepted the result】

[Actually, Xinxin went to the Marshal's Mansion for a longer live broadcast, and we seem to have nothing to lose]

【dbq, my head is full of yellow waste, I can do humans and beasts】

[When did Ling Junhan look at people with such tenderness, his eyes really transcend race and affection! 】

[I hit the chilling cp, even though it makes us chill, it’s good that you are happy qaq]

What's all this talking about?

What does it mean?

What the hell are humans and beasts?

Duan Wuxin was full of question marks, and felt that the previous vocabulary was obviously useless.

But he could see that this group of people had greatly changed their opinion of Ling Junhan, and even the public opinion collectively turned against him.

Wait, are you so unsteady?

You have to know, he coveted me for so long, you can still laugh?

Duan Wuxin was furious, frantically refreshing the comments, trying to find a curse word.

The screen scrolled, and another comic popped into view.

The man on the left is wearing a shirt, lying loose on the sofa, with a cigarette between his fingers.

On the man's lap, sat a thin young man with a pair of small furry ears on his head, they all looked alike.

The young man was almost naked, his cheeks were reddish, he was wearing a dark blue military uniform, and he was nestled in the arms of the man.

This, what is it!

In front of the photo, the netizen who uploaded it thoughtfully explained it.

@心心will be eaten by the Marshal: "Freshly released fan art, Jagged 1x Tsundere Temptation 0, I'm really nosebleed!!!"

Duan Wuxin stared at the id, lost in thought.

So, is this netizen painting him Ling Junhan?

I have to say that the brains of netizens are indeed accurate, as if a camera is installed in the room.

From action to appearance, eight/nine points are similar.

It's just, how do you know that I can change people!

How can you restore the scene of that day so completely!

Duan Wuxin's mind was buzzing, and there was a kind of tension that had been poked into a secret.

However, lying in Ling Junhan's arms at that time, he didn't feel ashamed, and he rubbed carelessly on people.

But at this moment, looking at the hands on his lap in the painting, his cheeks felt hot for no reason.

So strange, so shy.

He thought that there would be no such emotions.

"What are you looking at?" Ling Junhan turned his head and looked at him lazily.

Duan Wuxin turned his head, showed the photo in front of Ling Junhan, and asked curiously:

"Feng 1 lures 0, what do you mean?"