Red dust kills beauty

Chapter Devil III

Witch merchants don't like to sleep.

Because it will dream.

"You are not human, what are you?"

"Me?...I don't know either."

"who are you?"

"Hi, young master, I am your tutor, I hope we can get along happily in the future."

"who are you?"

"Xiao Shang, from today on, are you willing to live with me and call me 'Father'?"

"who are you?"

"You're going to die because of gender differentiation! If you're willing to come with me, I'll save you, okay?"

"who are you?"

"Although we are in a nurturing relationship, it's better to declare to the outside world that we are brothers. By the way, remember to keep it from Zhao Zhao."

"who are you?"

"Mr. Wu, I am ███ from the Armed Forces—"

"—————————!"

The witch merchant suddenly opened his eyes.he woke up.

What came into view was the gorgeous bed curtains layer upon layer. He was lying on the carved canopy bed that he had slept in for four or five years. There were bed rails all around and a curtain, which made the world airtight.

This is his office in the Ministry of Intelligence, his most accustomed residence.

The feeling of dreaming was as bad as ever, and the familiar environment he saw when he opened his eyes did not brighten his mood. On the contrary, the airtight space and the heavy and depressing decoration made the witch merchant even more irritable.

He hates all the old-fashioned things, starting from the mansion where he lived when he was a child.At that time, he often suffered from insomnia at night, and the constant ravings in his ears almost drove him crazy. He stared at the chipped paint on the painted ceiling, and always felt that a ghost would come out of it and eat him.

Even if he could no longer hear the whispers that echoed all the time, the deep shadow was still with him, making him extremely loathe this ancient thing.

Among them, of course, was the bed, which was number three on his list of loathes.

Zhaoyao, who has been at the top of his dislike list all year round, once asked puzzledly: "If you don't like it, why don't you change it?"

...Yeah, why not replace it.

The witch merchant cursed dejectedly: "That idiot."

His daily life is to scold Zhaoyao, he can't sleep well, he scolds Zhaoyao when he doesn't like lunch, and he scolds Zhaoyao when he falls while walking.After all, he couldn't bear to scold that person, and he also couldn't bear to scold Fu Baixue, so he had to vent his anger on Zhaoyao, whom that person loved the most.

There was no one around, he was too lazy to pretend, his expression was cold and depressed, his half-length fluffy black hair was in a mess, his bangs forgot to trim and grew longer than his eyebrows, and he pushed them back impatiently, revealing his beautiful and indifferent eyes.

These two days are his susceptible period, especially for a widower Alpha like him.At this time, such a heavy bed has shown some advantages. It is neither light-proof nor ventilated. Pile up the man's clothes-or relics-all on the bed and build a nest, which will make people feel uncomfortable. Witch merchants feel safe.

There was an illusion that the bastard wasn't dead yet.

Or to put it another way, holding the relics of the old thing, lying in the coffin-like bed, there is an illusion that he disappeared with him.

Hearing that some rubbish Alphas would cry and whine their Omega names during their susceptible period, the witch merchant scoffed at this.

That's all a waste of talent, he never cried during the susceptible period, and he never called anyone's name.

Like a cat getting out of a cardboard box, the Shaman slowly revealed his head from the bed, and then slid out deftly like a puddle of liquid.Because he didn't want to destroy the shape of the "nest".

His clothes were just piled up on the footsteps, and he was still the familiar one—he was almost sick of wearing it, and hated the one just below Zhaoyao.

The pink flower-scattered coat, with the tail feathers of birds embroidered with gold thread, has a wide open front and fluttering sleeves.

The first time I saw him wearing this thing on his body, Zhaoyao—Zhaoyao, and the annoying Zhaoyao—frowned at him for a long time, and then said dryly: "Even if... ...you don't have to."

The witch merchant didn't raise his eyelids at the time: "It's none of your business."

One thing he particularly annoys Zhaoyao is——no, not right.He hates everything about Zhaoyao. In his eyes, the other party's breathing is wrong.He hates every part of Zhaoyao unconditionally and equally.

Recalling the unpleasant memories, the witch businessman habitually scolded Zhaoyao for being an idiot, and stepped out of the bedroom under low pressure.Social animals have no holidays, and as the pillar of Yu Jingchun, he has to work.

As soon as he entered the office after washing, he saw a person sitting behind the desk, helping him to correct the documents.

It is witch ginseng.

"..." His footsteps paused.

Wu Shen has a romantic and affectionate appearance, and a smiling lip makes people feel like a spring breeze even if there is not much movement.Seeing him coming in, the man said naturally, "Xiao Shang, good morning."

The witch merchant said disconcertedly, "Okay."

The susceptibility period plus insomnia and low fever can make him nod his head in a condescending manner, which is a great honor.

Wu Shen smiled instead of anger, he waved to the witch merchant: "Come to me."

The witch merchant paused for a moment, then walked over slowly, then obediently put his head on the opponent's knee and remained still.

Wu Shen seemed to be stroking a cat with a bad temper, and ran down his hair: "Have you had a nightmare again?"

"Hmm." The witch merchant's voice was low, and he frowned tiredly, "...very annoying."

"What did you dream about this time?"

The witch merchant didn't want to talk to him at first, so he curled his lips, and finally said: "It's still the same, I don't remember, there is only a dark patch, I keep walking and walking."

He grew up slowly from a small child, and kept walking, walking, walking, as if someone had held his hand, but they all left, and in the end he was the only grown-up left. Still in the dark.

Wu Ginseng's fingers were very gentle. He sniffed the faint smell from the other party's body, giving Wu Shen a kind of... a very illusory illusion.

That outrageous, impossible illusion.

Contrary to outside speculation, the witch merchant has super powers, and since the bastard died, his powers have been released and have never been withdrawn.

The continuous release of abilities consumes a lot of physical and mental energy.At first, he was not used to it, as if every bone had been knocked open, and every drop of bone marrow had been squeezed out.Later, he learned how to recover quickly, barely maintained his balance, and hung him on the passing line that would not die from exhaustion.

However, due to the continuous output in the past two years, low-grade fever and dizziness have always accompanied him, and the sense of powerlessness in his body has never disappeared.Once Zhaoyao was astonished at how weak he was, and advised him to stop, but now she doesn't bother to say anything.

This discomfort is especially severe during the susceptible period.He wished he could hug someone's clothes and sleep on that coffin-like bed, it would be best not to wake up again.

When he was about to fall asleep again, Wu Shen, who helped him correct the document, suddenly woke him up, and handed a document in front of him: "Look at this."

Shaman raised his body, frowned and turned over hastily after receiving it, his face suddenly darkened.

"'Spirit Sea Project'?" He laughed angrily, "Is this what this group of people collect so much money for?"

The last time the Armed Forces went on a mission collectively, although the useless Zhaoyao and his useless assistant were imprisoned, but the reliable Fu Baixue would never lose the chain.One of his medical staff picked up a man from Zhao Hong, and his mouth was pried open by the execution room.

This group of people linked up and down, selling medicine and fans from District [-] to District [-], and all the money they got was used to research this stuff.

The witch merchant was in a bad mood, and the word "spiritual sea" stepped on his minefield precisely: "How can someone pick up a broken thing that has been declared a failure long ago?"

Wu Shen rubbed the back of his neck soothingly, and was snapped open by the gloomy Wu Shang.

He stood up: "I want to investigate this matter myself, I don't feel relieved to hand it over to my subordinates."

Wu Shen has always been obedient to him: "You can do whatever you want."

It just so happened that tonight, a family from the Americas who had taken refuge in District [-] was planning to hold a dinner party.The other side takes black and white, has a history of more than a hundred years in the Americas, and now has given up everything in the country, and is gearing up to start again in the eighth district, which can be described as aggressive.

The banquet naturally invited the witch ginseng. The witch merchant didn't want to go at first, he found it annoying.But now he has changed his mind, because the other party has invited the big and small forces of Yanbei-Gukou, both black and white, and he wants to check some news.

He immediately ordered Zhaoyao to accompany him to the banquet.

Zhaoyao's work enthusiasm is very strong recently.

To talk about the reason, probably Ning Hongchen not only returned to his command, but also became his special assistant.The two now commute to get off work together, work and live together, and Ning Hongchen is happier than his subordinates have found fault with him.

Regarding this, the witch merchant said harshly: "Azhao is like a bare-bottomed bird with its screen open, so stupid."

Therefore, he was very upset when he was named and accompanied by the witch merchant.

"Why, I have so many people under my command, why did you just catch me?"

The witch merchant didn't care about his complaints, and just said word by word: "I, Yi, Gan, Qi."

"..." Zhaoyao was dumb.

The witch merchant's susceptibility period, because of some of his past death behaviors, has changed from the usual Alpha's once a month to once a month, which is more accurate than Omega's estrus/estrus period.

During this period, after injecting the inhibitor, the pheromones in his body could not be completely blocked. Occasionally, a small amount would overflow and react with the inhibitor to form something similar to Omega pheromone.

——The last time Ning Hongchen broke into A and went berserk, he almost marked the witch merchant because of this.

If the witch merchant's pheromone spilled out at the dinner party and he was identified as an Omega by Stone Hammer, it would be a minor matter, but those forces like hungry wolves would send Alpha to forcibly mark him in order to tear the flesh off Yu Jingchun.

With the way the witch merchants are now unable to resist, maybe they will succeed.

Zhaoyao wiped her face and said dejectedly, "I planned to watch a movie with Ning Hongchen after get off work."

At that time they were trying on clothes, and it was not long, Zhaoyao always treats this kind of dinner perfunctorily - in his position, there is no such thing as a banquet for him to be prepared for - he directly took the original dress Just put it on and you're done.

The dawdling one is a witch merchant.

Probably because someone used to praise him for looking good in a suit, but now, he hardly wears a suit, so every time he goes to such an occasion, he dresses up carefully.Although that person will never be seen again.

Zhaoyao leaned against the closet in the cloakroom, shaking her legs impatiently: "Are you still okay?"

He has a strong aura of a low-level gangster. Although his superficial skills are trained well, he will swear when he is in a hurry, and he likes to shake his legs when he relaxes. .

The witch merchant glanced at him without emotion, his black eyes were as deep as a dry well: "Legs."

"..." Zhaoyao rubbed her nose and stood up obediently.

Sometimes Zhaoyao couldn't help but feel that the relationship between the two of them was more like a mean widow and a hapless stepson who didn't deal with him than brothers or rivals.

The witch merchant had already taken care of himself, took a look in the mirror, and asked Zhaoyao, "Do I look good?"

Probably due to the abnormal growth environment - he has a big brother who can beat ten A's, and a second brother who is more pretentious than ten O's, plus B who can tear Fenrir apart with his bare hands (oh, Now that B has jumped to A) As a teacher, Zhaoyao has no stereotyped consciousness that Alpha should not love beauty, and he evaluates very seriously: "It looks good, it is a style that my brother will like."

The witch merchant's face was pulled down again, and he said coldly: "Who are you to mention him?"

Next chapter: Chapter Devil IV

The witch merchant shifted his gaze away with little interest, and then froze suddenly.

That brisk, idle smile was peeling off his face bit by bit like cracked plaster.

He stared at the very faint red mark, and big tears rolled out of his eyes, hitting Ning Hongchen's back.

The author says:

Another chapter of the preview of the next chapter that I didn't write because of the word count...

Because I want Lianhua to sell badly, so as not to erupt too abruptly.