Red dust kills beauty

32. Resentment ③

Once the love affair is opened and tasted, it is very difficult to stop.

The witch merchant and I rolled together almost every night, probably because I was stimulated by the phrase "trash" after the first time. He seemed to be complaining and angry every night, and he insisted on forcing me to give in.

Although it's just a one-sentence matter, I just don't want to follow his temper.

But... How should I put it, it's still the same sentence, in the relationship between the sexes, O will always be the weak side.

But I can't help him at night, and I can always do it during the day.

But the witch merchant is not a master of booze.Under my tit-for-tat confrontation with more and more gunpowder, I don’t know which way to get through the key points of the witch merchant. The little brat who used to have a bad face and only occasionally let go is now heading in the direction of the coquettish bitch in my memory Run away.

The relationship between us has never improved because of physical entanglement, but has become more and more rigid.

I remember that one day I was squatting at the door, peeling garlic with Zhaoyao, when I saw a witch merchant from a long way away wearing one of my robes, swaying like a peacock and walking home.

He can't say that his appearance is very similar to that of the future, he can only say that he is exactly the same.

I immediately had a PTSD attack, and turned to Zhaoyao with a wrinkled face: "What's wrong with him? Why is he walking like this?"

Zhaoyao didn't raise her head, her expression was numb with the vicissitudes of life: "I learned from you."

I:"……"

In addition to his behavior habits, there are also his increasingly proficient bitch and teasing.

In the past, witch merchants tended to speak with acrimony and sarcasm. Sweeping his eyes up and down and matching his lips with a smile that was not a smile was enough to make people feel crushed by intelligence. Now I don’t know if it’s because I made him more polite , this person has changed his method to irritate people.

Especially in terms of Yin Yang Zhaoyao.

One time when I tutored Zhaoyao with homework, he got full marks.I was very happy, and Zhaoyao was also very happy. It happened that the witch merchant was not there, so we went out to have a meal, and when we came back, we saw the witch merchant standing at the door with his arms folded, looking at us with a smile on his face.

It's not that I said, this scene is too similar to the way I went to Yujingchun later, and he was unhappy looking for Zhaoyao.

I was shocked at the time, and my first subconscious reaction was to protect Zhaoyao behind me.

I was stunned after doing this action, and screamed in my heart, Wu Shang and Zhaoyao were also stunned, Zhaoyao, an upright child, tugged at my sleeve, with an expression of what's wrong with you.

The sorcerer's sensitive mind suddenly made his face look long.His eyes were like knives, he slashed Zhaoyao's finger that was pulling my sleeve.

He got angry with me, and would only vent it back at night, and the most revenge fell on Zhaoyao, the punching bag.Like now.

The witch merchant twitched his mouth, walked upstairs with us with a smile, and asked Zhaoyao softly: "Have you gone to eat?"

He looks decent like that, if you don't look at his deep well-like eyes, he really looks like a good second brother.

I felt Zhaoyao's hairs all stand on end, and he said vigilantly, "I got full marks in the test, so my brother took me there."

"Hmm... full marks. That's for a reward." He pondered, rolled his eyes, then flipped his fingers flexibly, and walked away Zhaoyao's treasured report card hidden in his pocket.

I was amazed.

Zhaoyao's heart seemed to be raised as he carefully checked the grades in a leisurely manner.

Then, a hesitant look appeared on the witch merchant's face.

I thought about it.

"Azhao," he looked genuinely worried like a really good brother, "are these questions too easy for you?"

"You are smart and hardworking. When I tutored you before, you could get excellent marks for such difficult questions. Now it's just a full score of this level. Are you satisfied?"

I:"."

Although this wave of aggressive generals and pull tai is very low-level, it is just right to deal with Zhaoyao, because no matter how tactful they are, he won't be able to hear them.

Zhaoyao was really excited. He jumped up and said excitedly: "What is 'this level'? It's obviously super difficult!? This is a foreign language!"

The witch merchant didn't even move his eyelids, and with a gentle smile on his face, he said lightly, "...Really?"

Although he was smiling, the wordless contempt almost came out of his pores.

Wu Shang has always known how to step on Zhaoyao's painful feet, and what this kid like Zhaoyao only cares about is his parents' praise.

Zhao Yao really exploded.

Immediately afterwards, the two men fought, evenly matched.This has happened so many times during this time that I'm numb.

As the head of the family, I have never interfered with the conflicts between the two of them.After being bullied, Zhaoyao will only find ways to find a place for herself. I think this is very good, so as not to test his wildness.

And the witch merchant is Zhaoyao's sharpening stone.

The witch merchant also knew what was on my mind. After we had sex, he asked me: "Brother, you have trained Ah Zhao like this, and you haven't given up on getting him into the Self-Defense Force?"

I didn't care about the sour taste in his words: "Yes."

He said quietly: "You got Zhaoyao into the self-defense force today, and I don't need to take action. He can be kicked out tomorrow."

I hesitated to speak: "It's not like that."

He glanced at me, with a half-smile: "You are about to be kicked out, let alone him."

I:"……"

While that's true, it doesn't have to be so honest.

I think the Witch Merchant has perfectly mastered how to piss me off.

"They're obviously trying to force you away, you haven't found out yet, have you?"

Now the rumors are intensifying among the Self-Defense Forces, but Fu Baixue hasn't come back yet.

In times of war, once outside the sphere of influence of the Self-Defense Forces, communication becomes very troublesome. Many times, they dare not contact too much because they are afraid of being intercepted.We communicated a few times, and hung up without saying a few words.

Fu Baixue hurried to other places because our undercover agent in the south was discovered.That intelligence officer had a lot of important information. In order to be safe, Fu Baixue went there in person. Later, the situation in the south changed, and he was stumped.

I don't know if this situation is driven by the black hand behind it, if so, then I can only say that he is really powerful.

Facing the sarcasm from the witch merchant now, I am speechless and can only stare at him.

His tone suddenly softened again: "If you ask me for help, it's not that I can't help."

I looked at him, and he looked back at me.

After a brief pause, I asked, "...how are you going to help me?"

He smiled with confidence in the victory, and said in a manly voice: "Naturally, it is divided and differentiated—to be honest, I don't understand why you have been pushed to this extent because it is just a mere rumor."

Of course, it's because I don't want to point the weapon that faces the enemy at my companions.

The witch merchant's words were understated, but I smelled a strong smell of blood in them.

He smiled lightly, his picturesque and beautiful eyebrows, in the hazy orange halo, looked more and more graceful.

I carefully traced his non-smoking face with my eyes, and said slowly: "There is something I have wanted to ask for a long time."

"Huh?" Probably because I fed him just now, the witch merchant is obviously in a good mood at the moment.

I asked, "Your dirty tricks are all taught by that teacher you respect?"

This problem has tormented me for a long time.One of the reasons why I refuse to face up to the bleak past of the witch merchant is that I don't want to believe that if his teacher is really me, then why the witch merchant is still like this! ?

"..." He stopped laughing.

The witch merchant's already bloodless face became paler, and the blood seemed to fade away in an instant.

Contrary to his ugly expression, his back straightened suddenly, like a hedgehog arching its back; the way he looked at me changed, like a weak soldier going to the battlefield.

He smiled, and his smile was extremely mocking and surly: "I am such a dirty person, even the blood in my veins is black. My teacher wanted to control me, but unfortunately he died too early."

"..." I frowned.

He sneered: "Do you think I'm dirty?"

I asked back: "Can't I think that you are cruel and unscrupulous?"

"What is this?" The witch merchant seemed to be in extreme pain. He showed an unbearable expression and raised his voice, "You know the first time I killed someone was——"

--coming.

I deliberately stimulated him, just to provoke this.The witch merchant's mouth is too tight, he doesn't mention his past, how can I understand what he is thinking.

Probably because of that indescribable affection, even though the witch merchant has done all kinds of bad things in front of me, I still feel that he has a soft heart.

Otherwise, why would he vent his anger on the girl next door, Beta?

The witch merchant suddenly stopped talking.

He blinked, as if suddenly awakened from a dream, and smiled shyly: "...What am I doing?"

"The son of a liar is a liar, and the son of a murderer is a murderer. My biological father was a cannibal, and I was born to be a cannibal."

His shoulders relaxed, and a light smile appeared on his face again.

"I'm just a hopeless, bad embryo. It doesn't matter if you think it's dirty," he mocked, his eyes were like snakes, he licked my body coldly, and resumed his respectful name, "Anyway, I think you are also very dirty." enjoy."

"..."

My heart sank.

We did it again that night.

The witch merchant and I are like two intertwined thorns, we must hurt each other to get close to each other.

When hugging each other, the pain is painful, but the warmth is also warm.

When I was unconscious, I vaguely heard the witch merchant calling me.

He hugged me tightly, his breath was hot and humid, and his voice was urgent: "Brother, shall I give you a name?"

I suddenly remembered what Zhaoyao once said—or in the future.

I was still Ning Hongchen at the time, and he said it's no wonder why I was hated by witch merchants.

"That's for sure. Did my brother choose your name? No matter who you are, as long as you have this name, it's enough for him to want to kill you."

The witch merchant was still lying on my body, grabbing me as if he was trying to grab something.He stroked my sweaty back: "Don't you think the name 'Hongchen' sounds much better than 'Zero'?"

"..."

I can't figure out what's going on in his mind.

I forgot how long ago, but I actually yearned to have a name.

What does the name mean?It means that I have established a layer of connection with the world, proving that I am not a duckweed whose source cannot be found, but has roots.

Because I am so obsessed with my own name, I am only willing to call myself by my code name after so many years.The perfunctory attitude can be heard from the fact that "Zero" is just a random nickname.

But now, I really think it is quite appropriate.You see, everything is reset to zero and restarted again, isn't this me.

I turned my head to one side.

"roll."

There are advantages and disadvantages for Fu Baixue being transferred out of Yanbei. Needless to say the disadvantages, the advantage is that I can start investigating his affairs while he is away.

When we almost rolled together, Fu Baixue's attitude of braking halfway was very strange.We've known each other for so long, and I can't even see that he has something to hide, and there is a high probability that he has difficulties.

People with abilities have all sorts of strange things, and it would not be unusual if there were any abilities that had been agreed upon and must be kept secret.

What made me angry was—it was stupid, Fu Baixue rejected me over and over again from hinting to self-recommendation, so of course I would be angry!

I just can't understand his boring look that I have difficulties and I just don't talk about it, I'm almost going to explode.

But get angry, what should be done still needs to be done.

After a lot of effort, I finally found out a little bit about Fu Baixue's past.

The past is unrecognizable. The only place where he was found was ten years ago, in the surveillance video of a convenience store in the south of the Eighth District.

In the video, Fu Baixue, who looks like a teenager, is following behind a big sister. They seem to be passing by as tourists. The woman bought a lot of water and dry food, and Fu Baixue carried a big bag.

That woman had...how should I put it, she looks like a big sister—that's actually a euphemism.

To be a little offensive, at first glance, the first impression of this woman is "person/wife".

I resisted the urge to whistle.

Affected by pheromones and wars, our generation doesn't care if it's male or female, except that it's weird to be gay.If I didn't know how to get involved with Fu Baixue and the others, my ideal type is actually this kind of woman.

It doesn't matter if she goes up or down.

But that's not the point right now.

I took the appearance of that woman and spent a lot of money to send someone to investigate.

But before the results were found, the Self-Defense Forces sent someone over to deliver a message, saying that I should come over.

The witch merchant brushed off the invitation card, and said inexplicably, "It's obviously 'one of my own', but I specially used the invitation card—tsk."

Zhaoyao responded more directly: "Brother, let me go with you."

I shook my head.

The wizard propped his head up and smiled—now, the smile seemed to be engraved on his face, and he always seemed to be smiling.

He asked me: "Do you really not need my help? It's free."

I declined again.

His eyes rolled, and he responded lightly and deftly: "Then it's up to you."

Next chapter: Chariot Ⅵ

"..." Zhaoyao turned her head and glared at the witch merchant, "What do you mean?"

The witch merchant smiled lightly, reminding Zhaoyao of the kite wrapped around the high-voltage wire: "That's what you think."

"I think Yu Jingchun is more suitable for us than the Self-Defense Forces."

The author says:

Woooooo sorry sorry for so many days!Today is a picnic party after work. I was dying in a ravine near the outskirts of Barcelona. My colleagues were surprised and asked me what I was doing (laughing and crying

The long wear really limits my performance, do you know how much AngrySex I omitted in the opening paragraph!

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Zero: Actually, my ideal type is this kind of woman.

After another death, he became his ideal type.

zero:………………