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The moment Xiao Gui finished these words, He Ziyun's nerves tightened instantly, but he did not speak any more and continued to brush his teeth quietly.

There are many kinds of floral fragrances, such as orchids, gardenias, lilies, iris, pear blossoms...

Xiaogui's words were too general. After all, there were too many floral scents.

But unfortunately, the smell of He Ziyun's pheromones is infinitely close to the fragrance of roses. In other words, his pheromones are the unique and rich fragrance of roses.

It was the rose pheromone that had long since disappeared since he entered the "miracle" and made a wish with the evil god himself.

He originally thought that his body should be no different from beta, but real beta does not produce pheromones.

He Ziyun stopped brushing his teeth and looked up at himself in the mirror.

The young man in the mirror is handsome and handsome, and his slightly white skin makes him look a little artistic and thin. To be fair, he is indeed a male omega that is very in line with the public aesthetics of the main city.

At this age, an omega should have been married and even given birth to several children, but he was not.

As an omega, He Ziyun took control of all the He family's assets and companies. Step by step, he peeled off most of the undisciplined alphas from the manor, just like a controller who excluded dissidents.

He originally thought that by entering the "miracle", he would be able to get rid of "estrus" and "pheromone", two uncontrollable things.

At this moment, Little Turtle, who was halfway brushing his teeth, seemed to think of something. He spat out the foam in his mouth, rinsed his mouth quickly, looked up at He Ziyun, and said in a clear and cheerful voice:

"I think of my brother, it's the scent of roses!"

"The smell on my brother's body is really very similar to the smell of roses."

This sentence further confirmed He Ziyun's conjecture.

He Ziyun looked at himself in the mirror, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

What Little Turtle said was true, he could really smell the pheromones emitting from his glands.

The young man's heart beat hard twice, almost hitting his throat that was so stiff at the moment.

He lowered his head to spit out the foam in his mouth, took a quiet sip of water, and slowly rinsed his mouth.

If the "little turtle" who is the evil god's clone in the juvenile form can smell it, then there is no reason why other evil god clones in the adult form can't smell it.

He Ziyun's mood became complicated and tense, so that his voice was dry and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of tight vocal cords:

"So that's it."

He finally understood why almost every clone said that he "smelled so good".

At first, he thought it was just something simple, similar to the lingering emotions between lovers, but he didn't expect that it was just because the other party could smell his pheromones.

But also, how could an evil god who doesn’t understand humans at all understand the sweet words between humans...

On the contrary, he was too human to think about his death.

Little Turtle had already brushed his teeth. He stood on tiptoe and handed the toothbrush and tooth cup to He Ziyun, who was still rinsing his mouth slowly, and said:

"Brother, the little turtle has finished brushing his teeth."

He Ziyun woke up from a dream. He spat out the water in his mouth, took the cup from Little Turtle, quickly wiped the toothpaste out of his mouth, and then washed his face with water.

When the icy cold water touched the warm skin on his face, He Ziyun trembled subconsciously, and then sighed.

Forget it, falling in love with an evil god who only had a temporary relationship with him, his subjective consciousness was still too restrained.

After all, He Ziyun has a high probability that Gui Wu doesn't understand things like estrus.

This can be proven by the occasional doubts that flash between the other person's brows when they meet for the first time.

Maybe Gui Wu himself didn't realize this, because he agreed and the sacrifice was indeed successful, but this still caused a drawback.

It was He Ziyun himself who seemed to have sold himself out.

The whole beard and tail, even the soul is packaged for the other party.

After washing Little Turtle's face, He Ziyun pinched his fat cheeks with his hands and smiled:

"Are you a little fat?"

The little turtle was startled, and he quickly covered his face. His mouth was squeezed into a duck's mouth by him. He shook his head vaguely:

"No, no, the turtle is not fat!"

Li Zheng indeed raised him well, just like a real human child.

He Ziyun thought.

He reached out and took the other person's hand and said softly:

"Little turtle, please go downstairs with your brother to see the person who died last night, okay?"

The little turtle nodded: "Okay."

"Little Turtle and my brother went to see the uncle who died last night."

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The small courtyard on the first floor is not big, and is filled with many half-finished chairs and tables. They are scattered and piled together, like a group of abandoned garbage.

When He Ziyun pulled the little turtle into the yard, he happened to see Lu Ying walking out of the corner next to him.

The fat man followed behind her. Although he still looked like he was smiling and coaxing, the fear that occasionally fell on Lu Ying when he looked at him still did not escape He Ziyun's eyes.

It seemed that he and Lu Ying had a quite "pleasant" night together last night.

Lu Ying noticed that someone was looking at her, but she did not raise her head. Instead, she took a piece of bread and bit it in her mouth. Her cheeks moved slightly as she chewed the food in her mouth.

When he saw He Ziyun looking at him, Lu Ying raised his eyebrows and smiled.

His eyes flickered to He Ziyun and Xiaogui, and then he looked away uninterested and looked at the corpses surrounded by the anchors.

He Ziyun also took the little turtle a few steps forward.

The anchors who had watched it several times now also lost their initial excitement and fear. They stepped back and discussed in low voices what they would eat later.

They seemed to have completely forgotten that there was only bread to eat.

After the crowd dispersed, the only remaining people were He Ziyun Xiaogui, Lu Ying, who had obviously just arrived, and the fat man behind her.

Oh, and there was another man in his thirties who looked a little confused.

The man looked upright. He glanced at the bloody corpse on the ground, frowned and looked at the fat man and Lu Ying, who was eating bread with his head down.

The little girl he thought would die first.

"what happened?"

He lowered his voice and walked to the fat man: "Why is he dead?"

The fat man's lips moved, as if he wanted to tell the truth, but his eyes glanced at Lu Yinghou, who was quietly eating bread.

——The hand hanging by his side trembled almost invisible, and finally he lowered his head and sighed:

"It was his bad luck that the butcher was the first to see him when he broke in."