Malevolent Warlock: Sin Of Eternity - Chapter 248: Training really hard

The top alpha, Major General Ji Cheying, disguises himself as a down-on-his-luck beta in order to carry out a secret mission. One day, when he goes out to take out the garbage, while wearing a pair of torn socks, he comes across the poor nephew of his landlord, Xie Quan, a good-looking beta who was staying in the dirty and terrible basement.

The two look at each other, each feeling a little sorry for the other.

No one expected that one of these two miserable people was the prestigious Major General Ji and the other was the most powerful mecha engineer in the Empire. And to Ji Cheying’s further surprise, this beautiful beta confessed his passionate love for him!

He was torn again and again under the prudent choice to refuse the other, after all, this is a mission, not the time to talk about love.

When the mission was over and it was time to talk about love, it was Xie Quan’s turn to become baffled, “Who do you think likes you? Who confessed? I didn’t, I’m not, don’t talk nonsense.”

Ji Cheying: ???!

It was only then that Xie Quan unexpectedly realized that the Imperial Major General seemed to have mistakenly thought that he was in love with him.

A few months later, Major General Ji, who had entered his susceptible period, was violent and fierce, not able to be approached by strangers. However, his eyes were red and he was tugging at Xie Quan, his voice hoarse, “You little liar, cheating on my feelings and not taking responsibility.”

Xie Quan sighed, lifted his hair, and tore off the invisible gland patch, finally revealing the omega gland at the back of his neck, “Bite it. I’ll give you a bite.”

Ji Cheying gritted his teeth, “You’re a f*cking omega?”

True love has nothing to do with identity and gender.

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You just want to wear books, just want to be the male lead’s little first love, little beauty, little girlfriend, little crying bag, little follower, little cute… Have you ever thought about the feelings of the male lead? You don’t, you only love yourself.
Inexplicably became a Tang monk who fell into the Pansi Cave, and the male protagonist’s feelings are also very simple.
Gu Zhixing: “Thank you for your invitation, don’t wear it anymore, kidney deficiency.”
After Gu Zhixing dodged the fall of three girls expressionlessly, avoided the collision of five girls, and ignored the sobbing of two girls, Gu Zhixing was pulled into an empty classroom.
In the classroom, the girl blushed, “You…I like…”
Gu Zhixing held her hand, his black eyes were indifferent, “Sister, I don’t eat your way.”
The girl stomped her feet embarrassedly.
Gu Zhixing pushed her away and left without looking back. After walking out of the classroom, Gu Zhixing glanced down at his chest, Jun Mei’s reckless face was full of indifference.
Well, the corset is very useful, the baby is very good, and the store service is also very good. I will come again next time.
The person who witnessed the whole process gritted his teeth and said harshly: “I’ve been accused again? How many good sisters do you have!”

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