My Smell Is Damn Charming (MTL-ed)

Chapter 2

This recognition made Mu Huan's three souls and six souls scared by half.

He used the remaining half of his soul to control his disobedient body and kicked forward among the electric light and flint.

"Patter!"

"Well!"

"Mu Huan!!"

A series of sounds exploded in my ears.

It wasn't until Mu Huan's eyes finally focused on the rock that fell to the ground, it turned into a soul whose stars had swayed before his eyes, and then slowly narrowed back into his body.

Mu Huan couldn't care about the mess around him or who he was throwing away with a wave of his hand. He rushed over to pick up the stone and squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Shenhun finally returned to his place.

Turning around, Mu Huan looked fiercely at the guy who almost killed him.

A male Alpha has good features and looks handsome, but the appearance of sitting on the ground holding his belly at the moment is not good-looking and very embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth at Mu Huan and tried to get up with one hand on the ground, but he didn't even stand up for the first time.

Sit back, breathe in the air, looking at Mu Huan's gaze, wishing to eat him.

Han Can clearly knew this person, standing between him and Mu Huan, anxious and angry, and finally cried and yelled: "Zhang Jing, you are crazy, what do you want to do! I broke up with you, can you please keep me away? Me, you like this... this... makes me sick and scared. If there is anything to do with Mu Huan, I, I will never end with you!"

Mu Huan squeezed the stone tightly again, and the beating heart of "dongdong" still did not ease.

Almost.

He almost died.

If it hadn't been for "self" to suddenly appear, reminding myself of this scene, maybe he has fallen to the ground now, bloody.

What's all this!

When others go through rebirth, they have unfinished ideals and goals, and they want to struggle again for a lifetime.

But I don’t lack anything.

Those who owed him insults and looked down on him were all slapped and slapped severely on the face by him.

Although his life has nothing to do with perfection, he has no regrets.

But what is this?

Arrange for him to wear into the body of this "short-lived stallion" and let him die again.

God is against him?

The sharp corners of the stone pierced into the flesh and caused a burst of pain. Mu Huan blinked his dry blood-red eyes and looked at Zhang Jing who had finally stood up.

Zhang Jing attempted to kill, but he was still confident: "Fortune telling, I will never finish with you."

Han Can raised his hand to push Zhang Jing, "You are crazy, who made you do this?"

Zhang Jing grabbed Han Can by the wrist and hugged him into his arms. Regardless of the opponent's struggle, he hugged Han Can tightly like a wounded beast: "You are mine, you said you will always be mine."

"Let go! You let me go! I am not yours! I don't like you anymore."

"No, no, we were still together the other day..."