Pheromone Recognition Disorder

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    Just as Lin Jin's brain was a mess, the neural chain connecting the mecha at the back of his neck was suddenly torn off.

    Mechas below Grade B are controlled manually, while Mechas at Grade B and above are controlled by the driver's mental power, and the device connecting the driver and the mecha is the neural chain.

    However, the moment Huo Xianfeng broke into the cockpit, he had already cut off Lin Jin's mental connection with the mecha, so his actions would be so rude, otherwise it would damage the driver's neurons.

    At this moment, the second young master of the Lin family finally recovered his mind.

    In the fight just now, he didn't have time to react at all, and he didn't even see the opponent's movements clearly, and his face was smashed on the console.

    This also means that

    he and the perverted poacher behind him are completely different in strength.

    "Fuck you, kill if you want!"

    Lin Jin showed an extremely humiliating expression.

    At this moment, the zipper on his back was pulled open, revealing his back. After all, he was an alpha who had just grown up. His back muscles were smooth and strong, and his waist was tight and narrow. Thin, healthy wheat-colored skin looks beautiful in blue light.

    It's just that his head is lower than his hips because of his height. But obviously, such a pose, in a certain color sense, is very bad!

    "I'm an alpha who can't be straight any more, I can't do that kind of thing with you!!!"

    "...alpha?"

    Huo Xianfeng's hand paused, his eyebrows slightly raised in doubt. ,

    isn't this guy a beta?

    Otherwise, I am so angry, how come there is no alpha pheromone at all?

    Huo Xianfeng seemed to suddenly remember something, lowered his head and sniffed between the young man's neck. This kind of action similar to mandatory marking, with a strong sense of humiliation, almost instantly made Lin Jin's face flush.

    But before his abuse came out, the other party quickly pulled away.

    "Well, it seems, there's some...a touch of sea salt."

    But nothing else.

    This kind of feeling is like, if you work hard, you can probably tell what perfume the other person is wearing, but it is impossible to identify the gender...

    ——It is impossible.

    Huo Xianfeng's eyes showed a bit of confusion, completely unaware that he used the tenth level mockingly,

    very sincerely, and

    asked in a doubtful tone,

    "Huh? How can you be an alpha? Aren't you a beta?"

    Lin Jin: "............"

    day.

    ——This is probably the most heart-piercing ridicule and contempt that the second young master of the Lin family has ever received in his life.

    Although he later found out that the other party really didn't mean that, it was just robbery of his clothes.

    Oh, and pants.

    This maddened poacher left him a pair of shorts very humanely.

    - but that's enough insult to the alpha! ! !