Red dust kills beauty

Chapter Devil Ⅴ

The lackluster life of a witch merchant started in a gloomy mansion.

His father was a powerful man in Wuzhou.Specifically, young witch merchants don't have much idea.He just saw people who came to visit his father every day. They were always led in by the guards, with similar smiles on their faces, and in exactly the same humble tone, they said to his father: "—"

What are you talking about?He doesn't remember, but it's all about Qian Quan's life anyway, and he's tired of hearing about it.Sometimes, he couldn't help admiring his father. He got tired of listening to it for only a few years, but after decades of listening to it, did his father still find it interesting?

Adults are really weird.

The young witch merchant stood behind the spiral staircase, his body was covered by shadows, quietly watching the scene in front of him.

Because my mother likes to be quiet, there are no nannies in the mansion, only helpers who come to the house regularly.And his father was often absent, so the huge mansion always seemed empty with only him and his mother.

But today, this historic house welcomed a new guest.

It was an extremely handsome man, but he was extremely decadent, but he also brought a fragility that made women pity him.As soon as the man stepped through the door, his mother jumped into the arms of the visitor like a swallow, and the two of them clinged tightly to each other, oozing out sticky juice, which reminded the witch merchant of the entanglement in the pie for no reason. The constant cheese is like a soft-boiled egg that can be broken with a poke.

He hates eating cheese, and even more hates eating soft-boiled eggs, because they are dirty, fishy, ​​and disgusting.

The child's dark pupils couldn't find the focus, and his eyes fell on the wall blankly, following the ups and downs of the shadows.

The swaying black shadows on the wall, the trembling soft-boiled eggs with white flowers, the cheese that can pull out filaments, and the frenzied shouting like curses between men and women are his deepest memories of that mansion.

Before the soft-boiled egg was broken, others treated him with at least basic decency—just basic decency.

At that time, my mother was a sensitive and slender Omega, always immersed in her own world, and the servants didn't like him, no one talked to him and played with him, and he occasionally heard someone say behind his back that he was "demented" and "crazy." Birth of a little neuropathy".

The witch merchants thought they were stupid.The reason he doesn't like to talk is because he feels suffocated in this place.The arrogance and stupidity around him choked him, making him speechless.

He always heard murmurs echoing in his ears, which was a voice that no one else could hear.The voice was like paper that was crumbled into a ball and soaked in water. He didn't understand what it said.He knew it was abnormal, so he endured it all the time, but there were always times when he couldn't help it.

Sometimes, he couldn't help covering his ears. At this time, the eyes around him were always faintly excited. He savored it secretly, which probably meant "Look, that little lunatic has started again".

He didn't like that kind of gaze, and gradually, even if his head was dizzy from the all-pervasive noise, he couldn't resist covering his ears.

And when his father asked, he showed a cute smile: "It's much better."

For a while, he thought this weird life would continue until his mother died suddenly and he moved back "home"—his father was the same, but his mother was a different one.

At this time, Wu Shang confirmed that although his father lived with his biological mother, she was not his wife.

Although this speculation has been made before, when it is confirmed, the young witch merchant still has a secret sense of accomplishment.

The dead mother's face has turned into a symbol, and he still remembers her appearance when she passed away. It was not a calm posture, nor was it written in the suicide note, "I have no more nostalgia for this world."It's about struggling, unwillingness, remorse, and fear—but so what.

In "home", he had his first breakfast with his new family members.Breakfast was cheese toast slices with soft-boiled eggs. The witch merchant held a knife and fork and looked at his father sitting in the main seat.

Father cleanly sliced ​​the shiny egg with a knife, as if cutting through the rich fat of the human body with his bare hands.Noticing the child's gaze, the man picked up the fork, put the soft egg white into his mouth and swallowed it, and then asked his son with a smile, "What's wrong?"

At this time, his enjoying face seemed to be swallowing the lips of his beloved.

——The corner of the stairs is really a good location.

The witch merchant recalled that the wall facing the corner of the stairs, in the past there were always undulating black shadows reflected on it, but last night it was splattered with blood.He felt that from then on, he added another watermelon to the food he hated.

"Nothing, I just think the breakfast is delicious."

The witch merchant showed a smile, imitating his father, and put the food into his mouth.

The morning in Yanbei begins with the sound of bicycle bells cutting through the mist.

It is said that when Yanbei was still the imperial city, the whole city was full of traffic day and night, and the pollution was heavy.But now the population of the whole world has been reduced by more than half, and there are no many factories and cars. The huge Yanbei has suddenly become silent, and it seems to have returned to the way it was a hundred years ago.

Wushang lives near the branch of the Self-Defense Forces in the city—for border defense considerations, her headquarters was at Shuilongpo at first, but after a few fights, the people in the third district were frightened, and the focus of the Self-Defense Forces also shifted to The mainland is now developing the influence of Shanghai and Kou.But Yanbei is still the headquarters after all, and there is also Yu Jingchun who has been difficult to deal with here, so he can't lose it.

At that time, when he saw the house that the old bastard had chosen for him, the witch merchant immediately understood that the other party still hadn't given up on pulling him into the gang, and scolded him countless times in his heart that the other party was a black-hearted scoundrel.

Especially every morning, when I was awakened from my dream by the group of blue uniforms riding bicycles in the Self-Defense Forces.

He didn't sleep very well, he could always hear indistinct ravings in his ears, and when he finally fell asleep, he could always dream about the past.

Last night, he had another nasty dream. Wu Shang got out of bed with low air pressure, and got up half-dead.

He lives in a small courtyard house, which is very old.There is no sewer on this side of the bedroom. To wash up, you have to go through the small courtyard in the middle and go to the bathroom on the other side.

The sky is still bright, like a smear of uncooked egg whites in a pot.In the early spring morning, there was still a chilly mist, and Wu Shang, with his messy black hair, sneezed lightly.

"Ah."

A snort came from the court, and the witch merchant frowned, and looked in that direction: "..."

I saw a person sitting on the only rattan chair in the bare courtyard.The man was wearing an eye-catching sky blue cloud pattern cloak, with thin morning dew hanging on his long eyelashes, and he did not know how long he had been waiting.

Shaman subconsciously straightened his disheveled hair, then quietly tugged at his messy pajamas, and then frowned: "What are you doing here?"

The man didn't know if he had noticed his small movements, but he still didn't give him a good face anyway - the two of them didn't know whether it was because of their aura or what happened, no matter whether it was the three districts calling, or colluding with the Wu family's property, or taking Yu Jingchun rubbed against the ground...they were obviously able to achieve intimacy when they cooperated, but when they got off the battlefield, they would always look like this when they met.

The man smirked and said, "Isn't it the condition you put forward when you made the move last time, that you want the strongest among us to be your teacher?" The voice of vomiting exclaimed, "Oh my God, it's already six o'clock~! You have slept until now, and you still make the teacher wait for that--so long, tsk tsk tsk, the amount of training will be doubled in a while~"

The witch merchant thought this was nonsense, so he twitched the corner of his mouth.

"My request at the time was obviously the strongest in physical skills—shouldn't it be Fu Baixue? What are you dreaming about with a crisp method?"

He has been in Yanbei for three years, and almost every week he can see the chief and deputy corps of the Self-Defense Force overthrowing the enemy like chopping melons and vegetables. He does not deny that the bastard is indeed very powerful, but when it comes to physical skills, how can he be crisp? Comparable to fighters.

The man's face also collapsed, and once the commercial smile faded away, if there was a third person present at this time, he would be surprised by the similar expressions.He made no secret of his dissatisfaction: "You think I want to teach you? If you don't want to, go to Lao Bai. He is my boss. What I say doesn't count, so I can only listen to him."

Tell a joke - "Zero said that he listened to Fu Baixue".

The witch merchant was laughed at, and he said with a sly voice: "Isn't that just right? It's convenient for you to teach him by hand, and it's time to cultivate a relationship-don't talk about it, I want to be honest."

"Tsk...he's only eleven this year, how perverted am I to think about these things?"

The man was extremely irritable: "Isn't Lao Bai Zhaozhao's teacher? He didn't want to take too many students, and threatened me that if I didn't teach you, he would throw Zhaozhao to me. I haven't visited him in the past few years. Forget about me... I don't think it's good to run over rashly."

Zhaoyao, the witch merchant knows this person.

Ever since a certain scumbag met that little boy in a slum three years ago, he was like a bewitched non-jun and never married.Not only did he identify the other party as his own object without the people's knowledge at the time, but he also hired Fu Baixue as a teacher for him. In the past two years, he has been protecting him to death, and Wu Shang has never seen him once.

The witch merchant also wondered in his heart whether he gave Zhaoyao all the remaining tenderness just because of the old bastard's terrible personality.

After scolding "Old bastard, pervert" ten thousand times in his heart, he said sullenly, "I'll go find Mr. Fu."

He hated this man, and if he wanted him to teach him physical skills, the witch merchant would rather die.

Unlike Ling Ling's incompatibility, the relationship between Wu Shang and Fu Baixue can even be said to be quite good.

With a subtle empathy psychology, he will have a natural affection for all men who have the shadow of "father". In addition, Fu Baixue is very good in terms of behavior and character, especially in a certain deputy team. In contrast, it is simply the reincarnation of the Buddha who saved the suffering.

For example, at this time, Fu Baixue was still not angry even though he was disturbed early in the morning by an angry boy.After knowing the purpose of the other party's visit, he first slowly poured a cup of tea for the witch merchant, and then explained: "Someone is targeting Ling, and his bounty on the black market has increased several times, and he also marked that he wants to be captured alive. I suspect it is him." His abilities are too unconventional, which has attracted the attention of some people. I know you are very smart, and Zero does not lack force, but it is difficult to guard against prying eyes in the dark. I hope you can help him."

"I refused." The witch merchant was unmoved, and refused without batting an eye.

He even laughed, what does it matter to him if someone is watching that bastard?

Fu Baixue still seemed unhurried: "Can I ask the reason?"

That goes without saying, of course because he hated him.

When he thought of the man's frivolous smile and exaggerated behavior, it was like a caterpillar had fallen into his heart, and his whole body was going to be hairy.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't speak again when he met Fu Baixue's calm eyes that seemed to penetrate everything.

"..."

The witch merchant opened his mouth, but was suddenly discouraged.

Talk about something that probably no one in the world knows except Fu Baixue.

In fact, the witch merchant didn't hate that man as much as he showed.

Next chapter: Demon Ⅵ

If you indulge in the phantoms of the past, you will miss the flowering period in front of you; if you catch the blooming flowers, you will throw away the old things you miss.

But what if the two are basically the same?

The author says:

Sorry for being a little late today... because of Calvin.This is yesterday's update, and there will be another update today in the evening.

It was so difficult for Lianhua to write when she was a child! ! !This kid is really difficult to deal with, I have to get stuck every time I write about him.Let me explain here, there are many symbols and hints in this chapter. To put it bluntly, the father of the witch merchant ate his mother~

Extra kiss Xiao Shaoyuan who previewed homework in advance~~ It's a pity that we haven't learned the homework we previewed (laughing and crying