Red dust kills beauty

Twelve, Wisdom Fighting Black Lotus ④

The person who came was Fu Baixue.

He was wearing a dark gray gown today, probably because he was afraid of the cold, and he also wore a scarf, very reminiscent of the Republic of China.I looked at the tightly wrapped Fu Baixue, then at the disheveled Wushang, and thought to myself, aren't you two good friends? Why are the seasons so inconsistent.

Yes, they are [-]% friends.The lowering of the waist when the witch merchant hid from me was not easy to learn, and the style was still very strong. Someone must have taught him by hand, probably Fu Baixue.

Now, the three of us stand like this.The witch merchant fell to the ground, and I half squatted in front of him, pressing his head on the ground to prevent him from lifting up. Behind me was Fu Baixue, pointing a gun at me.

...the situation seems to be a little bad.

I laughed, stretched out my hand to stroke the messy black hair for the witch merchant, and said softly, "This is your trump card? It's not that I haven't fought Mr. Fu before. Kill you in front of him and escape, I It can still be done.”

Fu Baixue's lips were drawn into a downward slit. He was angry, and his calm and clear black eyes sank.His muzzle pressed down in a deterrent manner, aiming right at my head: "You might as well try."

Blood oozed from the clothes of the witch merchant. He stretched out his hand, like holding a fallen petal, and gently wrapped my other hand around. His voice was softer than mine: "I have already put you Hold it down with your hand. It was your biggest mistake not to abolish my ability to act in the first place."

That's right, although the witch merchant is a bit miserable now, he can actually run and jump. My puppet line is a surprise. When the front and rear are blocked, if you don't want to expose your hole cards, it's really troublesome to get out of your body.

And I haven't figured out the character of the witch merchant yet, I just think this person is very evil, as if he can do anything.The puppet line needs to be manipulated by fingers. If he risked his life to avoid it and create an opportunity for Fu Baixue to trade with me to the limit, then I would be really cold.

I sat down on the ground without hesitation, put away the silk thread, and clenched my hands into fists to express my sincerity: "Okay, let's truce, I have seen your strength-what do you want to talk to me, now you can say gone."

The witch merchant immediately got up from the ground, but his movements were cautious.He greeted Fu Baixue: "Mr. Fu, are you wearing a bandage? Help me fix my ribs. Mr. Ning's kick just now seems to have broken several ribs—"

I rolled my eyes and made a two-point comparison to him: "Two of them broke in the sky."

"That's already a serious injury!"

"?" Fu Baixue looked like he didn't understand the situation. He hesitated and retracted the gun, walked to Wu Shang to check his body, and did not forget to warn me, "Xiao Shang, what is going on?"

Why doesn't this person know anything about the situation, could it be that he was called by a witch merchant?

What a touching brotherhood.

The witch merchant leaned on Fu Baixue, and said listlessly: "That's what you saw. I took off Mr. Ning's vest. He originally wanted to prostitute information for nothing, but I refused this unreasonable request and sacrificed myself fearlessly. Protected the rights and interests of Yu Jingchun."

As he spoke, he became proud.

Fu Baixue cooperated with him in acting, although his acting skills were perfunctory: "Well done."

Hearing this, the Shaman became excited, and he even artificially covered his side abdomen—probably where the ribs were broken, with a pitiful expression and full of lotus flavor: "It hurts—but for Mr. Fu, I can bear it."

I:"……"

I think I'm already grasping the horse. I never thought that I would meet my opponent in Yujingchun.Why does he play more than me?

Noticing my gaze, Wu Shang leaned on Fu Baixue's shoulder and gave me a weak smile - a very contrived and exaggerated kind.

"..."

I figured out that the lotus flower of Wu Shang is different from other lotus flowers.In addition, Bailian acted to win sympathy and gain benefits.And the witch merchant is very fresh and refined, he acted purely to scare people.

Anyway, I was disgusted enough.

"What does this have to do with me..." Fu Baixue also looked like she really wanted to say something.Seeing this, the witch merchant, with a face that was about to cry, managed to silence Fu Baixue.

In the end, this Yangchun Baixue said out of patience or helplessness, "Why are you acting like a baby again?" Although she said so, she still patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you."

I couldn't help it, showing a sympathetic expression.

That's right, how did the witch merchant manage to beat people to death one second, and act coquettishly the next?

But how should I put it... the scene in front of me, just... I can't help being a little worried, is there no green on the top of Zhaoyao's head?

After the witch merchant took care of his injuries, we finally sat down to talk about serious business.

As soon as the witch merchant came up, the lion opened his mouth, asking me to cut off all ties with the three districts and officially join Yu Jingchun, otherwise he would hunt me down and kill me endlessly.

I sneered and said that he had a good idea. You can think about this kind of cheating on children in your dreams, but you don't need to do it on this occasion.

As the saying goes, asking for a lot of money to pay back the money, but this has to be based on a clear judgment on supply and demand by both parties.

Now I only know that they want me to do something, but I don't know what it is. Similarly, they only know that I came to Yujingchun to search for information, but they don't know what information I want to get.Because of the lack of effective information, the witch merchant and I came and went for a long time, but the conversation was still stuck at this step and did not move forward.

Because no one wants to lose the initiative, and no one wants to take a step back.

Even Fu Baixue, a person who manages expressions very well, sat beside him like a tool man for a long time, and showed a depressing look of "Why haven't they finished yet?"

I'm very interested in this man who seems to have cheated on Zhaoyao, or rather, I'm very interested in all the gossip about Yu Jingchun's senior management—is their gossip called gossip?That's intelligence!

I talked to him: "Long time no see, Mr. Fu. I had a quick goodbye last time, and I didn't expect to see you again in this kind of scene."

"..." Fu Baixue glanced at me, his face full of entanglements.I think he was tempted to complain, but we didn't know each other well, so he held back.

Probably thinking that I am an undercover agent, how can I have such a big face dancing in front of his minister?

I guess wildly.

As a result, he stroked the jade wrench on his thumb and said to me, "I'm sorry about the previous incident."

……Um?

what did he say?

I froze, my mind went blank.

"Thinking about it now, I probably interrupted your latent plan twice, so you chose this... costly way. Sorry... it hurts, right?"

He looked up at me, his black eyes were peaceful and peaceful, his gaze was like a clear sky, towering green peaks.

"…………"

After a while, I laughed dryly: "From Mr. Fu's standpoint, don't you think it's a bit strange to ask this question?"

Fu Baixue nodded: "It's a bit strange."

"So, let's change the subject." I was fidgeting, eager to interrupt him, to change the subject.

Strangely, no matter whether it was a pig cage or a golden room, even if my nails were pulled out and my leg bones were crushed, I never felt such great pain.

It’s not that no one treats me well. Zhaoyao will come to see me every now and then. Although he never says anything, he tolerates my bad temper, cleans up the mess for me, feeds me, washes my hair and toenails ... He is a dignified minister of Yu Jingchun, isn't that enough?

But at that time, when I saw Zhaoyao's guilt-ridden face, I just felt irritated, irritated, irritated—the irritability of wanting to kill him.

I know that I am very lacking in love. The old man Ivan only took me in for less than two years, and I wholeheartedly recognized his organization as a writer. If it wasn't for getting back my memory, I would probably stay by his side for the rest of my life.

Zhaoyao was ordered by Wu Shen to come close to me and release his sympathy and hormones that he had nowhere to put in me. I was also willing to give myself to him in return.

Ivan has laughed at me more than once for being easy to attack. If it is a character in a love game, then I am probably the easiest to win.

But I know it's not like that.

I was always conscious of what they gave, what I got, and where I was in the relationship.I can figure everything out, and when the payoff is over, I can get away.

But I really never thought that someone would ask me: "Are you in pain?"

It hurts.Of course it hurts.It hurts like hell.

I gritted my teeth, tried my best to restrain my gaffe, and persistently wanted to continue changing the subject.

"...So I'm not Yu Jingchun's minister now, but a stranger I met by chance—if a stranger walks on the street and sees a passerby who needs help, he will ask a question—so, you are okay Is it?"

This Yangchun Baixue also seemed a little uncomfortable. She wanted to look directly into my eyes, but in the end she paused and lowered her gaze first.

I noticed that he was rubbing his jade wrench again.

"...Sorry, I'm actually not good at communication."

Yes, I know he's not sociable.

Fu Baixue's expressions are very few, and the sentences he uses are also very concise when talking. When he gets along with the witch merchants, he is obviously the one who listens.

Whether you are good at communication or not has nothing to do with whether you are kind-hearted or not, or whether your words are touching or not.

He played with the ring on his thumb intently, as if a flower had grown there.

"Afterwards, I thought of you more than once, because you...you are so good-looking, and your temperament is too special. It is easy to provoke some people with special hobbies...you can't help but worry. Later, Xiaoshang said, You have entered Yujingchun. This is not a good place, but compared to other ways out, at least Zhaoyao is a good person, and I am very happy for you. But..."

He showed a wry smile: "It feels like I pushed you onto this road."

I looked at him in disbelief, lost my voice for a while, and then asked, "Mr. Fu, you treat everyone you have saved like...so..."

I eagerly gestured to find out the exact adjective.

"Of course not." Fu Baixue said.

Finally he was willing to lift his head and move his gaze to my face.

"I just said that even if you are passing by and see someone calling for help, you will go to help, right? And you..."

His eyes met mine, his brows were slightly frowned, and his long eyelashes were quietly and slightly drawn, like a short poem.

"—From the first time I saw you, you acted like you didn't know you were crying for help."

I stared at him, trying to smooth the furrow between his brows.

Next chapter: Where is the promised Yangchun Baixue①

It's decided, I want to bring Zhaoyao and Wushang back together.In this way, Fu Baixue is mine.

After all, the lotus essence of the witch merchant can't be so greedy to take both, right?

The author says:

I didn't proofread in a hurry, please point out if I am wrong.

Fu Baixue officially appeared.This is Bai Yueguang, the big brother of the Wukou family who looks very cold but is actually very healing.

His appearance can be compared with the last paragraph of Jianzhang, where the witch merchant calls Fu Baixue.At that time, the witch merchant was ready to trick Ah Ning.