General Attack] Daily routine of cannon fodder drilling (high H, np)

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Han Changfeng stepped on the white clouds. He exerted a little force and found that they were soft.

Looking at the clothes he was wearing, he saw that they were exactly the same style as Cupid's. The loose clothes showed off his strong figure.

Han Changfeng twitched the corner of his mouth, what kind of bad taste is this.

But I was already asleep, so Mitchell must be here too.

Han Changfeng stepped up and walked on the endless clouds. After walking for a long time, Mitchell disappeared. In order to prevent himself from walking further, Han Changfeng stopped appropriately.

Something magical happened. The clouds in front of Han Changfeng changed shapes, and finally condensed into a big hand, pointing to Han Changfeng's right side.

The corners of Han Changfeng's mouth twitched uncontrollably again, and at Yun Duo's urging, he turned around and walked in that direction.

After walking for who knows how long, Han Changfeng finally saw a figure. Han Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly towards him.

But as he walked forward, the hesitation on Han Changfeng's face became heavier. When he was still ten steps away from the man, Han Changfeng stopped hesitantly.

"It's you again, who are you?"

The person sitting on the ground suddenly raised his head and looked at the person who came. He couldn't stop the violence in his eyes. Han Changfeng felt the familiar pressure and breathed an unusual sigh of relief.

There was no other reason. The man in front of him had beautiful long hair and wore a gauze skirt that showed off his beautiful figure. From the back, he looked like a beautiful woman.

It wasn't until he saw Mitchell's face clearly that he was sure that the system was not stupid enough to pull the wrong person. As for Mitchell's outfit, it was probably another prank of the system.

"You'll know later."

Han Changfeng walked over to Mitchell and sat down. He didn't intend to tell him his name now. Mitchell's hostility towards him had obviously not been eliminated.

Mitchell looked at him quietly, quite smart.

"So, it's you who caused me to come here?"

"I don't know, I was dragged here too."

Han Changfeng shook his head and denied that the power of the system was common sense, and Han Changfeng did not want to be exposed.

Mitchell looked directly at Han Changfeng, as if observing the credibility of his words.

Han Changfeng looked back calmly, without revealing any guilt.

"alright, you win."

Mitchell broke into a smile that sent chills down the spine of the person watching. It was obvious that he did not fully believe what Han Changfeng said.

Han Changfeng touched his nose and couldn't find a topic for a while, so he fell silent. Suddenly, a sweet fragrance came from around him. Before Han Changfeng could react, someone grabbed his neck and pushed him to the ground.

There was not a trace of light reflected in the green eyes, and Mitchell's expression was leisurely, and it was impossible to tell that he was in pain at the moment.

"cough……"

Han Changfeng gradually felt difficulty breathing. He blushed and tried to pry Mitchell's hand away, but it didn't work at all.