Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder - Chapter 158

Unexpectedly, a simple courier box leaked a huge secret. Lu Jinbei had just prepared to remain injured in the mental realm just yesterday morning, but was caught by the scene in the past day.

He grabbed Ling Huan’s wrist abruptly, feeling a little anxious and unable to tell a perfect lie, so he stumbled and said, “No… time to tell you.”

After receiving no response from Ling Huan for a long time, Lu Jinbei had two more white plates that were still hot in his hand.

The same are fried eggs, and they are also included in the military’s nutritious breakfast. They use the same pan, but the ones made by Ling Huan at home seem to be more fragrant.

“Take it out and put it on the table.”

After Ling Huan’s rigorous analysis of the express package just now, the detective guessed the correct result, and his heart was bored. At this moment, Lu Jinbei honestly admitted his mistake, and his anger in his heart seemed to be embarrassing. The inflated balloon was pierced, and the qi in it was instantly released.

Ling Huan pulled the chair away and sat down, “Since I saw it, it’s equivalent to telling me now. After using the research institute’s new medicine, has your spiritual realm fully recovered?”

Lu Jinbei followed him out of the kitchen, “recovered.”

The medicine from the research institute was sent home, and he wanted to use it as soon as possible to make sure it had no effect, but he was careless when handling the wreckage.

“Once you have recovered, can you go to work in the military department as usual today without having to follow me to the nursery school for food and drink?”

Lu Jinbei lowered his head and hummed.

Ling Huan was sent to the nursery school by Lu Jin Beishun Road. There was no baby leopard in the garden all day, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

There were only four cubs left in the nursery, which looked very deserted.

Ling Huan attributed this strange feeling to Si Jingming’s resignation.

After all, Si Jingming worked with him longer than the little leopard who spent less than a week in the nursery.

He glanced at the opening hours of the Dome Museum on Star.com and found that it was open until nine o’clock in the evening. With a thought, he changed the automatic navigation destination of the aircraft as soon as he sent Chengcheng home after get off work.

Very few people visit on weekdays, and there are not many employees in the museum. The curator’s office is on the first floor.

After coming out to pour a glass of water, the curator happened to see Ling Huan coming in with a ticket at the door, and was surprised to greet him.

“The director Ling is going to visit the museum with the cute cubs again?” The curator smiled. “The director of the nursery school is very hard. You can make an appointment by contacting me on Starnet one day in advance. Came so far away.”

Ling Huan smiled, “Today is the identity of an ordinary tourist.”

He raised his eyes and glanced at the superimposed floors not far away, his gaze fell on the last floor, and he whispered, “I saw something in the museum last time and I was very interested, but then something happened and left Ole Star. I didn’t have time to take a look again, I thought about taking the time to take a look today.

The curator was very happy, and used his ID card to brush the elevator for Ling Huan, “Which floor does Ling Huan want to go to?”

“Top level.”

The curator glanced at his brain, “It happens that there is no one on the top floor right now.”

Ling Huan smiled at the curator, with a gentle and polite voice, “Last time I saw some campaign materials on the top floor, I really want to study it. It may take a long time. The curator will come down first. I’m probably one. Come out in a few hours.”

For Ling Huan, you don’t need to worry about the dangerous elements that will destroy the public property. The curator readily responded and sent Ling Huan to the top floor to take the elevator back to the office on the first floor.

Ling Huan stepped into this arena that was deliberately heightened in order to place the mecha, and the heavy door behind him slowly closed.

Lu Jinbei was not provided with mental power in the morning, and yesterday he absorbed a whole piece of Grade 9 spar. He is now very mentally powerful.

Follow the signs on the ground and once again walked in front of Mecha Hunter.

Ling Huan closed his eyes and put a hand on the mecha.

At the moment of being touched by mental power, blue light glowed in the mecha’s dim hollow eyes, and the only working manipulator turned slowly twice, making a slight buzzing sound.

“The mental power is connected correctly and the authority has been opened.”

Ling Huan retracted his hand and heard the same start-up speech as last time. The second time he heard it, the weird sense of overlap appeared in his heart again.

It really resembles his voice.

It is this kind of weird feeling that supported him to come back to the museum alone.

Taking a step back, looking up at the behemoth in front of him, the mecha gave people a shocking feeling, even if it was a damaged mecha that had been seriously injured, there was still an aura of war that made people tremble all over.

The war machine that once scratched the head of the last worm was kneeling on the ground in a stiff posture, and stretched out his hand towards Ling Huan.

Ling Huan stared at the manipulator for a few seconds, then realized afterwards that Hunter seemed to be inviting him.

He stepped up cautiously, the sudden sense of dangling made the world spin around in his field of vision, grasped the cold mechanical fingers, and waited for the dizziness to pass before realizing that he was now standing on Hunter’s shoulders.

Hunter’s cab is here.

The hatch opened with a snap.

Ling Huan looked at the dusty cab that hadn’t been opened for a long time, suddenly an inexplicable nervousness hit his heart.

As soon as I entered the cockpit, the console recognized that someone had come in and started to slowly start the operation. The five small lights on the top also lit up, illuminating every corner of the cabin.

Ling Huan looked around, frowning and distinguishing the different colored buttons and handles on the console. The original nervousness turned into excitement when he saw the rows of things. He seemed to be attracted, subconsciously. The first two steps.

The dangling palm stopped one second before it touched the button.

He looked at his suddenly uncontrollable hand with a little loss, it was more like a subconscious movement of the body than being possessed.

But why does he have such subconscious actions?

Hunter’s electronic sound fluctuated steadily and interrupted his thinking twice, and the current stabilized after the console appeared on the screen.

If the mecha is anthropomorphic, Ling Huan thinks that this mecha must be a very elegant gentleman, who always speaks with a kind of tolerance.

Hunting Star said, “Mr. Ling, Lieutenant General Lu has lost something and has not come back to get it.”

Ling Huan didn’t know whether this advanced mecha had self-awareness. When he was in the cabin, the cold and deep electronic sound came from all directions, and no specific sound source could be found.

He looked at the console that was shining unstable in front of him, and reminded, “Star Hunting, Lu Jinbei is now an admiral.”

“Oh, is it?” The electronic voice of Hunting Star was a bit regretful.

“It seems that I have been sleeping for too long, and the version has not been updated for a long time. The Land General took away most of my chips three years ago, and now only a small part of the energy is left here, 70% of the body. It has been completely damaged and I can no longer repair it. If you come back later… you will have insufficient energy…”

Ling Huan frowned slightly, hurrying to say, “What has Lu Jinbei lost?”

A drawer that had been locked for a long time under the console opened at the sound and popped out in front of Ling Huan.

He knelt down and fumbled in the drawer, only to find a small box the size of a palm.

He was stunned when the box opened.

Lying quietly on the black velvet cloth is a ring.

With the bright light in the cabin, his palm began to sweat, he turned the box clockwise, and saw something carved on the inside of the ring.

Each stroke has a gentle breath, which is English mylove.

Ling Huan closed the box, his throat seemed to be blocked, and even a little flustered when he stood up, his head was so loud that he couldn’t calm down.

Even he himself didn’t realize that the voice was a little loud, “This is what Lu Jinbei left behind? Who gave it to him? How could Lu Jinbei so careless that he forgot to take the ring from others?”

Hunting Star is Lu Jinbei’s mecha, and it must be Lu Jinbei’s stuff inside.

Ling Huan began to speculate in confusion about who it was three years ago, before the protagonist, Luo Sheng, gave Lu Jinbei the ring.

But now the ring was thrown here alone, and at a glance, I knew it was abandoned by the owner.

If he didn’t open the hunting star because of the spiritual power fit, maybe this ring would never see the sky.

The electronic sound of Hunting Star is very unstable, with a murmur, “It should be sent out from the land.”

“The words above were carved by General Land himself.”

Ling Huan didn’t know how he got down from the top floor. He even forgot to say hello to the curator. After being called for several times in the lobby on the first floor, he was relieved.

He turned around to meet the curator’s concerned eyes.

“Did the principal of Ling have finished reading it? My Guangbrain just received your reminder to come downstairs.”

Ling Huan nodded, he put the ring box in his pocket, the small things that are not very heavy are a bit heavy at the moment.

After following two steps, he couldn’t help but said, “Curator, do you know English?”

When he saw the ring, he searched for the language on Xing.com, but unexpectedly, there was no relevant content in Xingwang’s vast search terms.

“English?” The curator was very unfamiliar with this word, he looked at Ling Huan puzzledly, “Is it the local term for a certain star? I have been to many of the empire’s stars, and I haven’t heard of this strangeness. language.”

Seeing the curator turning on the light brain to prepare for inquiries, Ling Huan quickly stopped him, “I didn’t know before. It was a word that I saw on the Star Network just now. It should have been a typo when someone commented.”

There is no English among the thirty common languages ​​of the Empire.

But there were some on the blue stars before he wore the book. As a science student, he was forced to recite vocabulary every day even in junior high and high school. He was very tired of this language from the physical to the heart. Look again for a long time, except for a kind of intimacy.

It also made him suddenly cold from head to toe.

There is no English in this book. How did Lu Jinbei engrave this word three years ago?

except him.

Apart from him, can anyone else come over from the same blue star by such a coincidence?

Without a flying machine, Ling Huan arrived home very late. He glanced at the man sitting in the living room watching TV, curled his fingers, and said, “I have something to do in the afternoon, so I came back later. How do you eat dinner? of?”

Lu Jinbei immediately turned off the TV and watched him, “Drank two bottles of nutrient solution.”

Ling Huan gave a sound, took his clothes into the bathroom, and the glands on the back of his neck began to get hot again. After Lu Jinbei’s mental strength was restored, he turned into a human form. The pheromone smell on his body was very present. He just tolerated it after smelling Can’t help getting fever all over.

Leaning against the cold white wall of the bathroom, Ling Huan crouched down with a somewhat impatience, and forgot to find 009 in his consciousness all afternoon. At this moment, he tentatively yelled twice in his consciousness, but he didn’t get any clear words. Response.

Wearing clothes from the outside, Ling Huan’s eyelashes trembled when his arm touched the hard shell of the box. He pressed the painful temples, vaguely remembering the two dreams he had had, familiar and distant.

A chanting head grows like crazy, directly overshadowing everything.

“009.”

“After the system upgrade, Lu Jinbei can like me.”

“Then can I like him?”

Did he ever like Lu Jinbei?

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