Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

Ling Huan swallowed and screamed 009 in his consciousness frantically.

"I want to erase the memory? Is there any way I can avoid the operation now?"

In fact, he was even more afraid of the needle that could spray water.

Thinking that Ling Huan was worried that the memories he had just acquired would disappear again, 009 calmly explained.

[Host rest assured, this operation will not have any effect on you, and there will be no memory loss, but according to the plot, the process is essential. In order to convince the imperial military and the royal family, the host must perform surgery. 】

Ling Huan said dry "Oh".

[The heart rate of the current test host continues to soar, is it because the host is afraid of pain? 】

"Haha how is it possible?" Ling Huan blinked quickly, looking at the trembling needle already close at hand, and finally gave in. "Help, help, can you mask the pain?"

The cold electronic sound made a little smile.

[Of course, but it may still be a little painful. 】

Tan Ye found that Ling Huan's resistance to the needle was nothing short of disgust, even if he was overpowered by someone, he was still struggling crazily.

Obviously he is a beta, with a long waist and thin legs, and a slightly thin body. How can I look at it without punching the eyes, but because the physical strength is as high as s, it takes three alphas to hold it down with full strength.

Ling Huan even scratched the clothes of one of the alpha soldiers.

Tan Ye frowned slightly.

"You are too cruel. Be quiet. Be quiet. It's just a shot of analgesic. You are a man, or an undercover trained by the Federation. How can you be afraid of injections?"

It took three times to find the vein.

Tan Ye pushed the liquid in the needle to the end, and the young boy under his hand made smaller and smaller struggling movements, until finally he collapsed to the ground completely.

The atmosphere became quiet, and he was inexplicably relieved.

Since approaching Ling Huan just now, Tan Ye has been inexplicably feeling that the force that repels him is squeezing the entire spatial magnetic field, and even the spiritual realm that affects him has become a little disordered.

Only a small number of extremely good omegas, after special training, have the power to guide and control their mental power, which can help alphas who have mental power problems to carry out spiritual guidance.

This kind of omega is very rare in the empire, especially the spiritual power can even destroy the spiritual realm of alpha if it is used in the reverse direction, so every year training strictly controls the quota, and after success, you will get a certificate of spiritual power instructor issued by the empire.

Certificates are equivalent to honor and shackles.

Omega itself is spoiled and cannot bear hardship, so few people are willing, not to mention the high failure rate of mental training.

Now the empire’s highly sought-after omega tutors are all affiliated with the royal family, and they are all above the top, opening a store to help alpha do spiritual counseling and the price is high.

But all the people present except Ling Huan are alphas.

Feeling that he had hallucinations due to a week of continuous rotation, Tan Ye threw away the empty needle, beckoned two people to take Ling Huan away, and when he stood up, his eyes were blurred.

Rubbing his sore eyebrows, Tan Ye murmured, "Is it because I spent too much time with Lu Jinbei on this mission? Do I have to suffer from bipolar disorder like that war machine? Really, I have to do a mental combing when I have time."

…

Ling Huan suddenly woke up, and opened his eyes to realize that it was night. He stretched out his hand and touched it. He was lying on a soft big bed.

Lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, he gently opened the curtains and took a look. The garden downstairs was planted with large red roses, which looked like a decent manor.

His room was on the second floor, and there were whispering sounds at the door, and even a faint dispute occurred, but no one opened the door to come in.

Ling Huan shook his head dizzy.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma. The operation to erase his memory should be done depending on the situation.

[Host hurry up and do a side mission. My suggestion is to go out through the window directly from here, just to go from the garden to the back door, or go through the door and you will meet people from the Raels family. They may not be easy. Let the host leave the home, time will be too late. 】

009's electronic audio tape is a bit rush.

[Three hours are left. For the branch mission, the host needs to register as an official interstellar keeper within three hours and get his own number. Please hurry up. If the mission cannot be completed within the specified time frame, there will be a failure penalty. 】

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