Red dust kills beauty

Chapter Devil VII

Wu Shang remembered that several years ago, when the teacher was still there, they had a discussion about cats and dogs.

At that time, he was living in the ghostly mansion of the Wu family, and he was a thin-armed and thin-legged Douding.His teacher sat leisurely on the single sofa in the study, and he snuggled into the teacher's arms, watching an old movie from a hundred years ago together, the movie was called "The Faithful Dog Hachiko".

When he saw the dog who had lost its owner and waited for the owner to come home for more than ten years, dragging its old body and curling up on the flower bed, the teacher said with emotion: "It is really waiting faithfully."

The little witch merchant looked gloomy after seeing it, and buried his head in the teacher's arms.The man laughed, raised his hand and pinched his face: "What's wrong? Isn't it good-looking?"

The witch merchant curled his lips: "I don't like dogs."

"why?"

"Because the dog is so stubborn, it keeps waiting and waiting, even if it is kicked away, it still has to stay there. It is stupid and sad."

The man gently stroked the top of his hair, and asked in a voice as soft as cotton, "So Xiaoshang likes cats?"

The little witch merchant raised his head and thought about it, but soon drooped it down again.

"Cats don't like it either."

"Huh? But I think Xiaoshang is very similar to a cat."

The child had a disgusted expression on his face: "Do you think cats are proud? Cats are actually cheap."

He showed a sleepy look.

When the witch merchant was even younger than now, he still lived in a bungalow with his psychopathic mother.

At that time, the servant in the bungalow secretly raised a cat, but the witch merchant was very smart since he was a child, so he found out about it and concealed it.

Because of his mental strength, the witch merchant has been living in a world of auditory hallucinations and hallucinations, and the boundary between reality and illusion is blurred for him.

In his eyes, everyone is a bit weird, not only deformed but also scary, the witch merchant has nothing to do, he can only play with the maid's cat.

But his mother didn't like cats, because the cat's eyes would attack her fragile spirit.Every time the witch merchant went to play with the cat, he was very careful.But even so, his whereabouts were still discovered by his mother. The other party insisted that this was a sign of his son's willfulness and not caring for his mother. He went crazy on the spot, and the cat was smashed away by the teacup that she threw when she was excited.

But this is not the end.

Later, the cat often came back at night, threw dead mice at the door of the witch merchant's room, and left after throwing them away, very cold.After being spotted by the maid and driven away with a broom several times, the cat started throwing cockroaches and other small things.

Later, the witch merchant's mother couldn't bear it anymore, and thought that the cat had hurt her son, so she was beaten to death.

After the witch merchant told the story, he asked lightly, "Do you think that cat is cheap?"

"..." The man didn't know what to say, and he touched his head after a while to comfort him: "It's not that the cat hates you, it's not revenge for you by giving you mice and bugs in the middle of the night, it's because it thinks it's not easy for you to make a living under your mother's hands." , it is feeding you."

"..." This time the witch merchant was silent for a longer time, then he nodded slightly, "I know."

"—I've always known."

At that time, when the kitten was beaten to death with a stick, Wu Shang was standing by the side, and was specially brought out by his mother to watch.He was not much older than the cat then.

He stared aimlessly at the pool of blood on the ground in a daze, and suddenly felt that everything in the world was meaningless.

Seeing the cat dying, the servant came over to claim credit and said to him that he no longer had to worry about being retaliated by the cat and could sleep soundly.

At that time, the witch merchant's auditory hallucinations were still very serious. He stared at the other party's flattering smiling face, and after a while, he slowly looked away.

It will never come again at night.

he thinks.Then I don't have to hide under the quilt and pretend to be asleep in the future, I specially left the door for it.

He suddenly became angry again.

If that stupid cat chased it away with the broom the first time, and it just walked away instead of coming back to provoke him, how could it die?

——So a cat is actually a kind of creature that looks proud and vengeful, but is actually extremely cheap.

Thinking of the dark history of his childhood, the little witch merchant's expression became even more gloomy.The man couldn't see his expression, so he put him in his arms: "Okay, okay, anyway, I won't leave you."

"...?"

The little witch merchant couldn't understand his brain circuit, so he struggled out without much effort: "Let go."

The man lowered his head and kissed his soft and fair cheeks: "You are neither Hachiko nor the maid's cat, I will accompany you, and when you grow up, you will have close family and friends... you guys Will work together, guard each other, help each other..."

"..."

The little witch merchant curled his lips, and couldn't help but believe a little bit—really only a little bit.He said unintentionally: "Don't lie to me."

The man laughed: "How could I lie to you?"

He never seemed to lie to himself.The witch merchant thought.So naively I believed it.

Later, they left Wu's house together, and the two settled in the same account. They bought a house, and the man not only found a nine-to-five job, but also enrolled him in a school and asked him to study.

"Didn't I have you?" Wu Shang said confidently, "Why do you still want to go to a private school?"

"Experiencing campus life is also very good," the man blinked, "Just help me realize my dream, please."

"..." The witch merchant pursed his lips, and took the small schoolbag handed over by the other party in frustration, "Going to elementary school with a group of underdeveloped brains is really stupid."

When he came home from his first day of school, the man in the apron smiled and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm so bored." The witch merchant dragged out his voice, "But——"

His teacher repeated: "But?"

"But, when I take my lunch break, I open the lunch box you brought me—that feels pretty good."

He was a little awkward, but still turned his face away, and finished the sentence, but his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he could hardly hear it clearly.

The man showed a gentle and somewhat sad expression, but the witch merchant refused to look at him because of his awkwardness, and did not see this strange scene.

At that time, the little witch merchant thought that this kind of life could be lived for a lifetime. Although there were still wars and gunpowder smoke outside, in this small house that belonged to them alone, it was another quiet and peaceful world.

He was not interested in family affection, life, or everything in the world, and he was full of distrust. It was his adoptive father and his teacher who pulled him out of the dark egg and told him that you can Look forward to the scenery outside a little bit.

He did go out and there was anticipation.Then--

"I am back."

"teacher?"

"Father?"

"……dad?"

The witch merchant returned home with his schoolbag on his back. There were already dishes on the dining table, and half of them were still in the pot in the kitchen, which hadn't been brought out yet.On the floor at the junction of the kitchen and the dining room, a strange mass of ash had accumulated.

"..." Shaman trembled, he put down his schoolbag stiffly, sat at the dining table and waited.

"I went to buy some seasoning." He said to himself.

The small schoolbag that the man bought for him was hugged tightly in his arms as if afraid of the cold.Inside are test papers with full marks, handmade gifts from classmates, and little red flowers from teachers.To be honest, the witch merchant thought they were stupid, but he still accepted them and said thank you.

When he was on the way home, he rarely thought excitedly, he would be happy to go back and show his father.

He only yelled the word "Dad" secretly in his heart, but he couldn't say it to a man face to face.

He waited all night.

Waited another day.

The landline in the living room rang, but Wu Shang didn't answer it. Later, it was transferred to the voicemail. It was the voice of his homeroom teacher, and the other party spoke very gently, asking, I didn't see Wu Shang's classmate come to class today, is he sick?

The witch merchant sank into the chair in front of the dining table, staring at the ceiling while listening to the voice, while staring in a daze.

The dishes on the table had been cold for a long time, and then deteriorated, and maggots were born, but the teacher still did not come back.

The excellent stamina of the psychic had been shown since he was young, and the witch merchant had endured in that room for more than half a month, but this was also the limit.

When he was about to starve to death, the head teacher led someone to break into the door and rescued him.

In fact, the witch merchant used to like this female teacher a little bit, she was really gentle and kind, which healed his vague fear of women.He even occasionally thought that it would be nice if the class teacher was his mother.

But when he looked at her now, he only felt that she was disgusting.

It seems that the departure of the teacher has taken away his goodwill and expectations for the world.

Already delirious at the time, he was carried into his arms by the head teacher and rushed out. He was so weak that he had time to turn around and take another quick look at the "home" he thought he would live in for the rest of his life.

Then, his gaze swept to the junction of the kitchen and the dining room, the ashes on the floor.

The teacher is a very clean person, and they never bring back the dust from outside. The appearance of the pile of ashes is very strange.But the always clever witch merchant seemed to be blind, just guarding at the dining table, turning a blind eye to it.

until this moment.

In the arms of the head teacher, he saw the man accompanying him who came to help knock on the door step on it, and the ashes swirled up, making it a mess on the floor.

"..."

The extremely weak witch merchant opened his mouth, and suddenly two lines of hot tears flowed from his eyes.

"You are neither Hachiko nor a maid's cat. I will accompany you. When you grow up, you will have close family and friends... You will work together, guard each other, help each other... "

fraud.

Like that dead cat, like that dog that can never wait for its owner...

big liar.

The witch merchant is in a very unhappy mood now.

Because of some old things in the past, he hates waiting very much. Every time Ling said that he was going out for a trip, he would smile on the surface and be MMP in his heart.What's more, Ling left him without hesitation this time, and went to the world of two with Fu Baixue alone!

This kind of waiting lurking in fear was like cutting the flesh of a witch merchant with a knife, he would be surprised if he was happy.

Every time Zero One leaves the house, the Witch Chamber of Commerce activates its mental perception like a pervert. As long as Zero One enters his perception range, he can immediately know the news of the other party's return.

——He actually wanted to position himself on the opponent, but every time Ling found out that he would be beaten, he had to settle for the next best thing.

It was the same this time, as soon as Ling entered Shuilongpo, Wu Shang got up from the bed, put on his clothes hastily, and put on a handsome pose.

As a result, no one cared about the posture for a long time, and Zero didn't go upstairs at all, so he took a shower downstairs.

But this is not a big deal, and the witch merchant is never a person who will be discouraged by these things.At this time, he can still calmly think about how to act coquettishly, so that he can get benefits from Zero.

What really pissed him off was the pheromone belonging to another Alpha that became more intense as Zero went upstairs.

The witch merchant understood everything in an instant: Fu Baixue was an Alpha, the two rolled together, had a conflict again, and Ling came back overnight.

He knew that Zero must be in a bad mood at this moment, if he was sensible, he should obediently go back to sleep, because their relationship has not yet reached the point where it can shake Fu Baixue.

But why does he have to watch his teacher, father, family, lover—his Omega, smell of other Alphas, and can't do anything?

Fu Baixue's Self-Defense Forces, Zhaoyao has Shuilongpo, Zero has the whole world, but Wushang only has Zero.Sometimes he also wonders why his heart can be so big and he can move forward without any scruples, but he can't do it, he just stays in the room where the teacher will never come back, watching helplessly. Watching the food on the table rot?

Therefore, his love for zero is by no means pure love, but something deeper, more obscure, and more complicated.

It is the child's longing, yearning, trust, and attachment to the teacher, as well as resentment, complaint, grief, and remorse.They are blended together, fermented by time, fermented by reunion, and turned into something as sticky as honey and as dark as ink.

——a gift from the devil.

So, when the conflict broke out between the two, he did a little trick and knocked Zero to the ground.

In terms of talent and potential, Wu Shang will definitely be a leading alpha when he grows up, but he is still too immature, no matter his experience or skills, ZERO surpasses him by a large margin.

But zero is good everywhere, but he will be careless to those close to him.To be honest, when the witch merchant successfully pinned the person to the ground, he was quite surprised.

Staring at Zero's complex face, Wu Shang suddenly remembered the story that the same person told him many years ago.

"In the first hundred years when the devil in the bottle was imprisoned, he made a wish that whoever releases me, I will fulfill his three wishes. But he waited and waited for many years, and finally someone released the devil, and the devil put His benefactor ate it."

The witch merchant lay on Ling's body, rubbing the traces belonging to Fu Baixue repeatedly, with a soft voice.

"Can I eat you?"

"--elder brother."

Next chapter: Mark me⑤

"There's a very nasty, very nasty way of wanting someone to belong entirely to another person."

The witch merchant bit my ear lightly, and the hot air he exhaled hit my sensitive skin, making me unable to move.

"I used to worry too much, but now I find..." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Even if I try my best, it's still useless."

The author says:

Just now I was writing in a hurry, and when I posted it, the old man in the subway looked at his phone: What kind of rubbish did I write.

So I edited it again, added 500 words to expand the plot, and fixed typos.Woohoo, the dead line is really annoying.

Thanks to mackerel lhokpjvco2l for the fish food~~