Red dust kills beauty

26. "That person" ①

Zhaoyao's sweat splashed on my body, like his hot palm temperature and restless pheromone, it seemed to be burned in my heart.

I struggled, and rolled out from under him in embarrassment, Zhaoyao seemed to be in a daze, and finally let me go.

He repeated my words in a daze: "Pro, temporary mark? Is this kind of temporary mark?"

"If the other party is an Omega, that's right, yes—you touch the other party's perception area with your sweaty palm, the one between AA is called pheromone pollution, and the one between AO is called temporary marking. You don't even have this I know, why did you wear white gloves just now?"

"Because someone told me that doing so is showing respect to the opponent..."

His face was livid.

That person is not his brother, right?Seeing his expression clearly understood something, I decided to pretend to be deaf and dumb and not to continue asking.

We agreed to take a bath tomorrow after the war. After taking a comfortable hot bath, I came out of the bathroom with a towel on my head, and saw the message Fu Baixue had sent me back.

He agreed to me very simply, and called me directly after I replied to the message.

I hesitated a bit, but took it anyway.

"Xiao Ning," Fu Baixue still called me by the name he was in the band at that time, as if he hadn't received orders from the Wu family brothers to spy on me, and we were still friends who played guitar and balalaika together, "It's convenient to chat now Is it?"

I pursed my lips, and then smiled: "I'm staying at the leader's house now, there should be no surveillance cameras here."

"If it's Zhaoyao, it's really safe." He didn't seem to understand my sarcasm, and he still said in an unhurried tone, "Have you decided to ask me a question? As long as it's my judgment, I can say it." I will tell you everything I tell you."

This judgment standard is very smooth...

I didn't ask Wu Ginseng who the witch merchant's abilities are, which he would never answer. After thinking about it, I asked him: "Why do you think I'm similar to 'that person'?"

Fu Baixue was inexplicably kind to me, he kept observing me, and he hinted intentionally or unintentionally that he saved me from the witch merchant... This can also be explained by other reasons, but I want to take a gamble now.

"..." Fu Baixue fell silent.

I guess he is rubbing his jade finger again.

After a while, he didn't ask the nonsense of "Why do you know?", and said directly: "Actually, you don't have many similarities, especially your appearance, gender, and habits are different, but I just have a feeling , the first time I saw you, and then I fought you for the first time, my intuition told me, 'He's resurrected'."

I remembered that when we started fighting for the first time, Fu Baixue suddenly stopped in the middle, as if he wanted to say something, but I ignored him, and then Zhaoyao came.

I didn't have time to do anything at that time, if what Fu Baixue said was true, if he felt something was wrong then, then I...

I then asked: "Resurrection? You said resurrection? Is that person really dead?"

I heard the sound of fingers tapping on the table, he was thinking, hesitating whether to tell me more.

After a while, Fu Baixue said slowly: "I'm not sure...he disappeared in front of me at that time, and there was no body left behind. If it were someone else, he would definitely die completely, but if you are really him, With that ability, you should—no, wait, Ning, do you have no memory?"

Regardless of worrying about whether he would be suspected, I hung up on him before he finished speaking.

There was a storm in my heart.

What's the meaning.What exactly does Fu Baixue know?How much did he guess?

The tricky point now is that Fu Baixue put a straight hook in front of me, waiting brightly for me to bite, but secrets are exchanged for secrets, I dare not trust him anymore.Although he said it sincerely, it was just his guess, what if?What if this is just another trick he and the witch merchant set up to deceive me?

I don't want to gamble anymore.

The next day Zhaoyao took me to dinner after work, and I was a little absent-minded.

He knocked on the soup bowl in front of him with his chopsticks in dissatisfaction: "I'll take you to eat delicious food, it's fine if you don't say thank you, what's the point of showing a dazed expression?"

"..." I fooled him, "Because there is too much food in front of me, I am a little flattered, and I don't know where to start."

I think the people in the eighth district have a cat disease, and they really like to eat.

Zhaoyao seemed to be deeply stimulated by the Russian dishes I cooked, and this time she ordered a large table of food—ah, this is called "Manchu Banquet", right? Have eaten good things in the barren land, let you taste what is a real food "feeling.

I hesitated and pointed to the glutinous rice in front of me: "Is this a dessert or a staple food? Why is the rice covered with meat? There is red bean paste in the meat? Is this sweet or salty?"①

"..." Zhaoyao opened her mouth, she wanted to say something but she couldn't explain it, she finally shut up silently, and simply grabbed a piece of meat for me, "Eating can't stop your mouth! "

Talk to me, talk to me.

Zhaoyao seems to be addicted to taking me to the restaurant. Although we eat, drink and stay at the headquarters, the canteen at the base only serves the minister's VIP room.These are the places he took me these days.

After eating like this for a while, after we basically ate all the well-known cuisines in the eighth district, he was surprised to find that we all have similar tastes in Chinese food.

"Not bad for you." He was very happy, and patted me on the shoulder with satisfaction.

To be honest, I'm not surprised by this result at all.If it's really what I imagined...

In order to confirm the guess, I told Zhaoyao that I have already felt the way of Chinese food, and I want to try to cook Chinese food tonight, which is a thank you and a small reward for him, and asked him if he had any dishes he wanted to order .

He didn't embarrass anyone. After thinking about it, he showed a slightly nostalgic expression, and ordered two home-cooked dishes: "Cold cucumber and stir-fried beef tenderloin. I suddenly want to eat this."

That night, I was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. Zhaoyao got off work early, watching TV on the sofa with a look of anticipation and eagerness. From the frequency of switching channels back and forth and adjusting his sitting posture from time to time, we can tell that he is already quite impatient. .

The leader asked you to cook two dishes, you must not be so honest.I added two more dishes and one soup to finish the calculation. After putting all the dishes on the table, Zhaoyao stared at the food in front of her, and suddenly froze for a moment: "Your habit of arranging dishes..."

I pretended not to know: "What?"

"No, it's nothing." He stared at the plate of stir-fried beef tenderloin for a long time, and finally made up his mind, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite.

Then, a very complicated look appeared on his face, that kind of expression of doubt, nostalgia, and fear—the expression I expected.

I even want to applaud this single cell's wonderful performance.

I asked: "Is it delicious?"

He was noncommittal and only asked, "Where did you learn this dish?"

I said innocently: "I just studied the recipe and figured it out myself."

He put down his chopsticks, and went straight to the point: "There is something I have never asked—Ning Hongchen, why are you investigating my brother?"

I was silent for a long time, then shook my head: "I don't trust witch merchants, so I can't tell you, but I don't want to lie to you either. I can only guarantee that investigating your brother is just my whim, and I won't take it for granted. Anything against Yu Jingchun."

This time Zhaoyao was silent for a longer time, then pushed the tray aside, and said to me: "My rationality tells me that you are suspicious, but my intuition has always told me to get close to you...then take a gamble. "

He let out a long breath of gloom: "Who are you my brother? His younger brother raised elsewhere? How has he been all these years? I thought that if he is so strong, he will definitely not die. Sure enough... ..." He persuaded himself: "The first time I saw you, I felt that you were very familiar and kind. This makes sense, because we were all raised by one person. That's why you are so used to his little movements. It tastes like stir-fried vegetables, exactly the same..."

He looked at me with question marks all over his forehead: "No, no. If this is the case, why are you still investigating my brother? He disappeared again?"

This "again" is very spiritual.

I sighed, I knew Zhaoyao was stupid, but I never expected him to be so stupid—the answer was right in front of his eyes, and I guessed it all, but he was still there as if he was blind spin around.

How did I put up with such a stupid kid before?

No, not right.If it is just raised as a younger brother, the clumsy child seems to be cuter.

Since he insists on trapping me in the direction of Brother Cheap, let's do it.I didn't deny or confirm, I just said vaguely: "I've been speculating about 'those two children'. I can probably think of the reason why you were adopted, but the other one..."

I frowned: "What on earth is he thinking?"

Zhaoyao instantly interpreted my words according to her own meaning, and then seemed to have finally found a like-minded companion, as if I vomited bitterness, and made me more sure of my guess: "Yes! Why does my brother take in the witch merchants? Ah! I really can't figure it out—and, besides, he's doing that to my brother!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Zhao Yao's face suddenly turned red.

My heart sank, my eyebrows twitched, and I had a very, very bad premonition: "That? What is that like?"

Zhaoyao twitched a bit, then pointed at the back of my neck with a strong hint: "Just...'pheromone exercise'——you know, it's not convenient for my brother, so these things are all witch businessmen. Taught me, I only found out last time, it turns out that this is a temporary mark for Omega—that rotten witch merchant!"

He didn't know what he thought of, his face turned livid, and he even started to swear: "Obviously my brother hinted so early, I didn't understand it all the time, fuck!!!"

I couldn't help it, and followed suit.

five years ago.

Zhaoyao was like a ignited firecracker, twisting and turning on the dining table, her dissatisfaction was clearly expressed, "Hey, why did you pick up this little boy back? This is my house! This is my home!"

The man corrected his sitting posture with a smile, and then said: "If you want to call me 'brother' or 'big brother', he also has a name. He is called Wu Shang, not Hey."

The young man named Wu Shang was quiet throughout the whole process, as if he didn't care about Zhaoyao's white eyes, and just buried himself in his food.

Zhaoyao said angrily, "But this is my territory!"

"You have a strong sense of territory, brat, maybe you will become an Alpha in the future." The man smiled, "Xiao Shang has a deal with me, I will give him shelter and a place to live, and he will give me what I want."

Zhaoyao was confused: "What? Can't I give it to you?"

"Well... a little trouble that happens every month." The man smiled meaningfully again, he is really a person who loves to laugh and is very romantic, "I'm afraid it won't work for you, maybe you have to wait You can only do it when you are older——no, as expected... no, forget it, I can’t do anything to you.”

"??" Zhaoyao raised a question mark on her forehead, "What are you talking about!?"

At this time, the boy who was a few years older than him finally spoke.He let out a mocking sneer: "Did you say pig, he meant..."

Before the words could be spoken, a slender hand rested lightly on the shoulder of the witch merchant.

"Xiao Shang, don't curse people."

The witch merchant's long and thick eyelashes trembled.He lowered his eyes and said docilely: "Yes, brother."

At night, the bleary-eyed Zhaoyao got up to go to the bathroom, and after she finished, she heard the sound of ping-pong-pong from the attic upstairs.

Zhaoyao went upstairs without thinking, and opened the room with a fierce face: "Who the hell dares to come to me——"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Little Zhaoyao asked the two in the dark blankly, "What are you doing?"

The witch merchant smiled gently: "We are training, my brother is teaching me to restrain pheromones. After all, I am only differentiated, and I can't control it well."

The 12-year-old Zhaoyao is neither sensible nor differentiated, and can't smell the smell that makes people blush and heartbeat that fills the whole room.

Simple, he looked at the postures of the two, and suddenly realized: "So it is like this."

After hearing Zhaoyao's words, I was also in a state of shock.

——What do you mean?

I digested the amount of information he said in a trance, and came to an astonishing conclusion.

Known: [-]. I am an Alpha; [-]. I am probably Zhaoyao’s older brother; [-]. I also adopted Wushang; [-]. Wushang and I, as well as Zhaoyao, have both had 'pheromone exercise'; [-]. The pheromone exercise that Zhaoyao talked about is actually a temporary marker.

Conclusion: First, the witch merchant is an Omega; second, the witch merchant and I have maintained a temporary relationship for a long time; third, the witch merchant tricked Zhaoyao into doing this to him.

My pupils quake.

Raising underage Omega in captivity, maintaining an abnormal relationship with threesomes for a long time-no wonder!No wonder!

No wonder the witch merchant has no smell, he was marked by me!How can a labeled Omega have a taste!

So last time I really met his estrous period, and the marked O can only be smelled by Alpha, so I was affected, and when Zhaoyao came in to scoop us up, he acted like nothing happened.

No wonder the sorcerer now looks like a ghost!His Alpha is gone, I don't wonder what happens to O without A in stable estrus/estrus period!

What a fuck.

——Me in the past, what the hell is going on with you! ! ! !

Next chapter: "That person"②

A distorted arc emerged from the corner of Wu Shang's mouth: "Him? He is my dear...brother."

A sickly blush appeared on his face, and his thick black eyelashes trembled, as if reminiscing and resenting.

"—Of course, sometimes he is more pleased when I call him 'Sir'."

The author says:

①: These are the original words of a foreigner who came to Chongqing to play, and he was very confused.

The dish he complained about is called sandwich meat, which seems to be only available in Chongqing, Sichuan. It belongs to the magical food that I felt very greasy when I was young and never touched it. When I grow up, I will pick out the bean paste inside and eat it. It is sweet and salty. I couldn't accept it before, but later I found it very fragrant.

There are private goods in this chapter, Zhaoyao invites you to eat, there is my voice.

Although you know that cultural differences and eating habits are different, you think it is delicious, but others really don't think it is delicious.

But sometimes when I go out for dinner with foreigners... emmmmm because everyone is from different countries, so I tasted dishes from many countries.

When they said to me with red faces, yes it is delicious, I really wanted to push my head and stuff Chinese food into their mouths to let them understand what real food is like.

Especially Russian food!

Especially Finnish food!

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