Red dust kills beauty

[-]. A family with children ③

"..."

After I finished speaking, I was ready for the witch merchant to retort, but I didn't expect him to be silent.

I just said it in passing, and I couldn't hold back for an instant, shit, it can't be true.

"..."

"..."

Our hatchback was silent, and we looked at each other, dumbfounded.

When this happened, my subconscious first reaction was not to speak clearly, but to turn around and leave.

"Forget it, you can continue to eat, I'll go back first."

I'm numb.Really numb.

How bad my attitude towards him has been in recent years, I still know it in my heart.

So this kind of thing, like seeing a pig flying in the sky, is not only shocking, but also a little disgusting.I thought to myself, is the witch businessman shaking M? What does he like about me?

As I ran away in a hurry, I thought in my heart that the witch merchants would not catch up.I wanted to look back, but I was worried that I was too cowardly, so I resisted not looking back. I was worried for a while, and found that no one was chasing me, so I let out a long sigh of relief.

Later, I complained that the witch merchant was always tossing people on the bed, as if angry and resentful.The witch merchant looked at me with a dark smile, and said very softly, when I ran away without looking back for the first time, he thought in his heart that he would take me to the skin and bones in the future, and now he is just tossing , he has shown mercy.

Me: ...I'd rather you get skinned and boned.

Of course, this is something for later, I haven't thought of this level yet, I just want to stay away from that mentally ill child of the witch merchant.In the end, before he had gone far, the witch merchant sent an email.

I opened it, and there was a picture on it, which was the mission record after I joined the Self-Defense Force.

I:"……?"

Why did the witch merchant send me this, he is checking me?But this thing was obviously given to him by Fu Baixue, so Fu Baixue must know about his investigation of me.

But why didn't Lao Bai tell me?The same goes for witch merchants, just check me, the key is why?Why did he tell me again.

In a few breaths, I thought about a bunch of things, and when I turned my steps, I didn't shake a single one, and then I turned back naturally.

There is a saying that a man is a man who can bend and stretch. When I returned to the familiar restaurant and private room, the witch merchant was still sitting there eating at a leisurely pace, as if nothing had happened.

——I really admire him.

Seeing this, I also understood that I couldn't ask him anything, so I might as well go to Fu Baixue, I didn't bother to urge him, and they came back anyway, so I simply held my chin and watched him eat.

Wu Shang didn't even raise his eyelids, he ate the rice in the bowl cleanly, and finished the soup meticulously, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, and left with his legs. Child throws a tantrum.

But it would be really stupid to treat witch merchants as ordinary children.I followed him, wondering how he was going to take revenge on me.

He lost face just now, and with this man's vindictive temperament, I'm surprised he didn't correct me.

I went back to the base of the Self-Defense Force in a calm and peaceful way. I was going to see Zhaoyao, but when I turned around, I saw the witch merchant not far or near behind me.

I slowly typed a question mark: "...?"

"What are you doing with me?"

The witch merchant looked at me with a smile or not, but remained silent.

All right, I ignored him, Zhaoyao is not a member of the Self-Defense Forces, and is waiting in a small reception room now.The reception room is located on the first floor of the office lobby, on the right side of the stairs, through a long corridor.That is to say, if he wants to go to the second floor, he must drop in with me.

I didn't think much about it, only when he was busy and he was only one step away from opening the door, the witch merchant suddenly dragged me into the next room!

This row is several small reception rooms. For the sake of privacy, the floor is covered with thick carpets, and the walls are also built very thick, which is very sound-absorbing. If the door is closed, the inside and outside are basically isolated, and nothing can be heard. .

I never expected that the witch merchant would sneak up on me from behind. As I said before, although our relationship is not very good, I regard this child as a companion—who the hell would guard against his companion!

So in a hurry, I only had time to knock his wrist back, pulling each other, the two rolled into a ball, and fell into the next reception room together.

The guilty conscience from before was gone, I pressed him on the carpet, raised my hand angrily, and was about to punch him directly in the face: "Wizard merchant, why are you crazy!"

The witch merchant turned his head to avoid it, and replied with a sneer: "You are so smart, you don't understand now, who am I staying in Yanbei for? You use me completely, if you don't know before, that's all. Up to now, you still dare to pretend to be a fool for me and go to see that kid?"

This is indeed the truth, but am I a reasonable person? ?

I don't know why, every time I face the witch merchant, I always find it difficult to calm down.Want to bully him, want to torture him, want to treat him badly, want to torture him and watch him cry.The thought never faded, it was just suppressed by me.

But now—I don't think I have to bear it anymore.

I squeezed his chin tightly, and met his eyes: "The same sentence, I beg you? Did the Self-Defense Forces treat you badly? If it wasn't for the protection of the Self-Defense Forces, you, the young master Wu who dismantled the family and sold it himself If you are caught, how will you be retaliated, do you want me to teach you?"

I know I'm messing around.

Although the truth is true, if the Self-Defense Forces hadn't shown that they wanted to show off to the southerners, the witch merchants who had escaped from the witch's house actually didn't need to go through this muddy water.

After all, based on the past few years of getting along, I found that this kid actually has no desire for money or power.

Probably because he is too smart and sees too clearly. He is often sleepy, as if he knows everything but is too lazy to say anything. The most common thing I see him do when he is free is to lie on the lawn in the garden of the Self-Defense Forces. Yes Staring at the sky in a daze.

Every time he harvests the spoils, he has his share every time, but he is always the one farthest from the crowd, and the joy of the people around him seems to have nothing to do with him.The time that impressed me the most was when the Wu family was divided up.

At that time, we counted the collection of the Wu family, and we were going to pick the ones first and keep them for ourselves, and sell the rest. Because of the situation and reason, the Wu merchant should be the first one to pick, even if he said that these are all his, he If we want to stay as a souvenir, we won't say a word.

But at that time, only the twelve-thirteen children didn't even read the brochure. Instead, they picked up an apple in the fruit plate on the table, and took a bite: "That's it."

I was taken aback: "An apple?"

The witch merchant nodded casually, puffed out his cheeks and chewed, then wrinkled his face: "It's so unpalatable."

Turning around and spitting it out, the apple was also thrown into the trash can.

Because he didn't pick anything, Lao Bai and I watched and left some things for him, locked them in the safe, and then gave him the deposit slip.

Later, when I went to look for him, I walked through the courtyard to the outside of the corridor, and found a paper airplane on the ground, which must have been thrown out of the window, and it had already been wet by the cold autumn rain.

I picked it up and opened it, and it was the deposit receipt.

From then on, I understood a little more about this man's regard for money as dung.

So it's just nonsense to say that the Self-Defense Forces are giving benefits to witch merchants.Because I know very well in my heart that the witch merchant actually doesn't care about the things that are given to him.

Like himself.

Sometimes when I look at his skinny wrists and how he doesn't care about using himself as a bait to set up a trap, I understand deeply that he doesn't even care about himself.

The witch merchant didn't seem to expect me to say that, and his pair of beautiful peach eyes widened slightly.

"..." His lips trembled, as if he had run out of words.

I can't see him provoking me, just like I can't see him being deflated because of me.I wanted to say a few more harsh words at first, but all of a sudden, my anger was vented, and the urge to stab him with words turned into a sharp sword disappeared without a trace—because I haven’t said any harsh words yet. , he already showed a heartbroken expression.

One of the things that I find it hard to understand about Shaman is that he is obviously a dark-hearted demon, cold-blooded and cold-lung like a poisonous snake—sometimes his nerves are so delicate that it makes me sick.

Whenever he showed me a weeping expression, I was thinking, isn't it, does such a person really have such obvious weaknesses?He's not cheating on me, is he?

But he does seem to care about me.And much more than I thought.

"..." I helplessly let go of the hand that was holding his chin, and said in frustration, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The witch merchant showed a fairy-like smile: "I thought I made it obvious that I want you. I only want you all the time."

"..." I was always shameless, so I was choked up by this kid.After being silent for a while, I said with difficulty: "Is it the kind of adult meaning 'want' that I understand?... I thought, you don't have that kind of worldly desire?"

Not me, I really think it's very strange to associate witch merchants with this kind of thing.

This child has entered the developmental period, he has grown a lot taller, his Adam's apple has grown out, his voice is no longer as sweet as before, and his delicate face is no longer indistinguishable from male and female, and he has become more and more handsome.

I sometimes hear the brats in the team discussing in private that the witch merchants may split into Beta or Omega, which is simply heart-wrenching and fascinating.

I was stunned for a long time when I heard it for the first time, and I felt a strange feeling in my heart—whether it is O/B or even A, I associate these adult words with witch merchants, It is very abrupt.

To be honest, it's hard for me to imagine his face immersed in love affairs, and it's hard to imagine what he must do before he is willing to touch another person.

"..." The witch merchant was choked by me again, and then he clicked his tongue. The light, detached indifference on his face disappeared without a trace, and he became the little devil who made me itch again.

"Actually, I didn't before."

I let out a sigh of relief.Before I could relax, the bastard said with a half-smile: "But now."

"In the past, a bastard told me that a partner is a two-way choice and a relationship that cannot be settled. Love is different from friendship and family affection, and must not be confused."

He still let me hold him down, just lying on the thick carpet, with a pale face, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

"My feelings for you are definitely not love, nor are they other superficial things."

He stretched out his hand and climbed up to my neck in the current posture, his fingers gently stroking the back of my neck.

I shook slightly, and suddenly there was a faint smile on his jade-like beautiful and cold face.

"I just don't understand, since Zhaoyao is not, then why, he can, but I can't?"

I went over what he meant in my mind, and finally came to my senses.

He was mocking me for being promiscuous.

Presumably the person who taught him to be serious about his relationship was his teacher.Although the little witch merchant in the past didn't quite understand or even sneered, he also honestly wrote down these words.

In the end, I met someone like me. Although he didn't mean anything to me in that way, I would always come to anyone. It seemed that as long as I was an Alpha, I would be fine, so he thought he would be fine too.

I don't know whether this is the young man's competitive spirit or his inexplicable possessive desire for me, but because his words are so naive, they are a bit funny, and I can't get angry at all.

I smiled on his face for a long time, until the Shaman changed from a yin and yang to an angry one, I pressed his head into the carpet and rubbed it a few times, and slowly got up.

"why are you laughing?"

He didn't protest, but his voice was muffled.

"……nothing."

I'm not ashamed to hit him, but I have one thing to say, even if I'm really an Omega who doesn't refuse anyone, even if I'm an A, the premise is that he's an Alpha!

Now the biggest gamble in the Self-Defense Forces in private is whether the witch merchants will be divided into O or B. As for A?Sorry, this option is not available.

...Because no matter what, he really has a face that is not Alpha at first glance.

Even if Fu Baixue is an A disguised as a B, it is more feasible than him!

As a result, the wizard fell silent.

I took this incident as a child getting angry, and I had already reached the door, and when I was about to pull the doorknob, I suddenly heard a faint voice from behind: "Did I tell you something?"

"Huh?" I turned my head casually, "What?"

He half propped himself up, sat up from the carpet, his black hair was disheveled: "I am a man of spiritual power."

"...!?"

I suddenly ran out of words and was completely stunned.

His expression was cold and sarcastic.

"The Wu family had already given up on me back then, and then they suddenly entrusted you to find me at all costs, not because I am the son of the head of the family, but because the teacher suddenly disappeared, and my spirit was linked to the spiritual sea, and was discovered by the Wu family. gone."

"So, as the only known survivor connected to the spiritual sea and not yet dead, do you understand my value, idiot?"

He had an indifferent expression on his face, and while speaking he pulled back the skirt of his shirt, showing me the scars all over his chest, shoulders and back.

I recalled the plan discussed when the Wu family was annexed back then. He pretended to submit, but in fact he went back to work as an undercover agent, cooperating with us internally and externally.At that time, Fu Baixue frowned and disagreed, saying it was too dangerous, and Wu Shang's father was not a person who would be soft on his children.

But the witch merchant just said flatly that he has the cards to be treated well.

At that time, I remembered that when he pestered me to join the self-defense force, if there seemed to be nothing revealed, I guessed that he was fully prepared, probably holding his father's deadly handle, so I didn't ask further, pressed Fu Baixue, and let the witch The merchant has gone.

As a result, before leaving, the witch merchant took a deep look at me, unable to tell what emotion it was, but now that I think about it, it was probably the expected disappointment.

The reason why I said it was expected, after all, with his brain, saying that kind of words is already too obvious to be a more obvious reminder, but when he said it, I also expected that I would not go into it, let alone care about him. Bar?

So, is that an implicit call for help?Is that an implicit request to me to keep him?

I do not know.

I didn't ask.I never asked.

The witch merchant in front of him has grown taller, and has become a teenager.The young witch merchant is more eccentric than he was when he was a child, and he seems to be completely indifferent to everything.

"...Come here if you understand, don't go to the next door. No matter how talented that kid Zhaoyao is, I'm the one with more value."

When he told me that he was more "worthy" and "expensive" in a faintly ostentatious tone, I didn't know why I was so angry.

I frowned, turned and strode towards him.

He finally showed a smug smile, just about to say something: "I..."

I only heard a crisp "pop", and I withdrew my numb hand.

The Shaman turned his head away from the beating. He touched his cheeks that were reddened and congested in an instant. Under his slightly long and messy forehead hair, he looked over with a pair of dark eyes like deep wells.

"Are you crazy at last?" he sneered.

I ignored his trash talk.

Actually, I don't like slapping very much, I usually just raise my fist. I always feel that the act of slapping is not respectful enough, it has too much personal grievances, and it's a bit of a bitch.

But what the witch merchant said, I really want to slap him, although I don't seem to be qualified to discipline him.

While thinking about this, I lifted his collar: "Who taught you this theory? Evaluating a person by their value, everything is a bargaining chip - tell me, this kind of bullshit logic