What if the lord is too popular

After the scream of "beep -", a line of bright green words jumped out of the instrument screen:

[Vampire factor negative. ]

As expected, Yaoya glanced across Tanizaki's face calmly, and said with a smile: "It seems that this thing really can't detect species other than vampires."

People thought that he regretted not being able to use this to prove his identity as the "Son of God", but Yueyan gave him a cold look and stretched out his hand.

Yaozai then understood that Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is just a simple "ghost".

If not, with his suspicious personality, he would not cooperate easily!

This... is much easier.

live broadcast.

The circular stage is full of various patients:

Mrs. A who claimed to have insomnia for more than a month, Mrs. B who didn't like to describe herself as haggard after eating and drinking, and Ms. C who gnawed her finger bleeding on the spot due to an anxiety attack.

The cause is the same—worried about mutating into a vampire.

This can resonate with the audience, the hot spotlight, the studio like the giant steamer and the zombie-like claws on the stage.

Fear spread quietly, and spread it to ten and ten to hundreds through TV.

Yue Yan was smiling on the sidelines, happy to hear and see.

There's nothing more "brainwashed" than terrified people.

Ah—let the waves of fear rise still more violently!

……

When the waves reached their crest, the savior came.

They are the leader and protector of Bliss Cult.

_Jiao caramel hall_

One has the only clear glazed eyes in the world, and the other is independent with silver hair Shengxue.

They listened to the patient's suffering with a compassionate attitude, and the scene became quiet and restless.

The dark tide under the ice is raging.

People hold their breath, doubts and expectations coexist.

Everyone is fine, anyway, come and save them whose lives are hanging by a thread!

The "Son of God" was born to respond to expectations.

So A, who was tossing and turning, yawned and felt drowsy, Mr. B, who didn't think about food and drink, was growling, and Miss C, who said that she could eat two big bowls of ramen and fried dumplings, and her fingers were still wrapped in Band-Aids, was suddenly ashamed of what happened just now Walking, sitting there quietly, like a flower in bud.

All are happy.

When the fear is deep enough, washing/brainwashing is far easier than imagined.

Intermission

The male and female hosts showed admiration and chatted with Hinoki cautiously.

In the distance, Yue Yan walked slowly, wearing a pure white suit which was particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

Before he approached, the two anchors hurriedly found an excuse to escape, looking like a mouse seeing a cat.

Yamada poked his head at the door, Yoya ignored him, and smiled at Tsukihiko who walked in front of him, his tone could not be flattering or sarcasm:

"They seem to be afraid of you."

"It's just a bunch of trash." Wu Mi snorted, "You did a good job."

"waste?"

The dispute started with these two common words for Wu Mi.

Yaozai rolled his eyelids lazily, "So in your eyes, am I also a waste?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said I did a good job, why don't you settle the wages for the childcare you found at the end of the show?"

These "patients" were pretending to be crazy the whole time.

"..."

Wu Mi frowned, smelling gunpowder smoke from Yaozai's body.

As he approached, a slender shadow enveloped him, adding a bit of suffocating pressure.

"You know this is a live broadcast, I can't rely on your illusory adsorption power."

The adsorption power is like a decontamination tool in the kitchen.

Yaoza looked up at him, his dark red pupils flickered with an obscure light.

"Then why did you push me out for a test before the live broadcast started? Are you lucky or my life has nothing to do with you?"

"..."

Wu Mi was at a loss for words, and stretched out his hand to pull Yaozai's wide kimono sleeves.

Their low-pitched argument had already attracted the attention of prying eyes, and the occasion was special, so he couldn't let it go.

Yaoza didn't appreciate it, like a volcano that had been planned for a long time suddenly threw off his hand and erupted.

"Do not touch me."

Wu Mi's eyes were burning with rage, but his movements were limited, so he had to grit his teeth and say, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I'm 'Hinoki' now, a distinguished guest who will help you pretend to be a ghost. You'd better show me some respect, Yue, Yan, Zhi, Zuo, Ren."

Before finishing speaking, Yaozai flicked his sleeves and left without looking back.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yue Yan has no choice but to chase after him—if he is suspected of having a close relationship with the "Son of God", this scene will be suspected of having ulterior motives.

He stood on the spot and took a deep breath, trying to maintain the last bit of calmness. After a while, he turned around and said viciously to the despicable snoopers: "Is there anything to see?"

Everyone was startled, skillfully pretending to be busy, but the same thought lingered in their hearts:

Really nothing to see.

It's just that the producers who have been condescending all the year round were speechless for some reason, and they were secretly happy.

Having said that, the gentle-looking "Hinoki" Highness is really extraordinary.

After leaving the studio door, the anger on Yaozai's face faded away.

He and Wu Mi were originally in a life-and-death relationship, so there was no need to get angry for "being used".

Quarreling is not his goal, but being away from "Yueyan"'s monitoring for a while is.

He walked to the empty dressing room, tapped—

There are often more than one person's footsteps in the corridor, but when you turn your head, it is empty.

Is it an auditory hallucination?

Yaozai pretended not to notice, and disappeared around the corner in a flash.

tap tap —

The stalker wearing glasses with thick wine bottle bottoms suddenly became confused, running like a headless chicken in the corridor.

Until passing the corner inadvertently, Yaozai put on a friendly and alienated smile, and suddenly asked:

"Are you looking for me, Mr. Yamada?"

Turtle in a urn.

Yamada quickly realized that this was a game, and couldn't figure out the other party's intentions, so he blushed and faltered:

"You lured me here on purpose?"

"It should be Mr. Yamada who came to me first, right?"

Yamada was right when he thought about it, and looked directly at Yoya's red pupils suspiciously.

"You seemed very good on stage just now, can you do me a favor?"

Even the scientific researchers who are good at thinking are no match for the extreme atmosphere created on site.

At some point in life, conformity is inevitable.

Yaozai took him to the dressing room which was close at hand.

"Let's find a convenient place to talk and listen to your troubles quietly."

No matter what Yamada wants to say, his request cannot be heard by others anyway.

They went into the dressing room and locked the door.

Before Yamada summoned up the courage to speak, Yoya said with a smile on his face:

"By the way, if you solve Mr. Yamada's troubles, can you also do me a favor?"

Meeting the man's guarded eyes, he added calmly: "Don't worry, it's just a matter of effort for Mr. Yamada. Alright, let's talk first."

Yamada lowered his head and hesitated for a few seconds, pushed the glasses that were sliding up and down the bridge of his nose, and stared at the ground:

"Actually, I have a friend with vampire genes who disappeared because of me. I really want to find him."

"After finding it? He is likely to mutate, right?"

Saying this, Yamada's back stiffened.Suddenly staring at Yaozai with burning eyes, he retorted:

"There is hope! The teacher is developing an antidote against human mutant vampires. Although the source still needs to be found, if someone is found, at least he can delay his madness."

Yaozai's heart skipped a beat, he tried his best to control his trembling voice, and asked coldly:

"Are you saying that vampires can turn back into humans?"

At this moment, boom boom—

There was a knock on the door.

……

After waiting for a while, the door opened.

pat—

What came into view was Yaoya's slightly pale face.

This guy became a "son of God", but no one laughed at him as a sick child, but was regarded as a characteristic of "God".

Human nature is double standard.

Wu Mi looked around, the dressing room was empty.His brow furrowed almost invisibly:

"only you?"

"Then who do you think I should be with, do you want to come in and check?"

This obvious agitation is usually ignored by Wu Mi.

But the locked door was a sign of abnormality, he pushed Yaozai away and went straight in, turned around and didn't even see a single unnecessary shadow.

I don't know whether it's a suspicious ghost or something real, but there is always a faint human breath lingering at the tip of my nose.

Wu Mi walked to the dressing table, stared at her almost perfect self in the mirror, and asked casually:

"Why are you here alone?"

"Because it's far away from the studio, I don't want to see you for the time being."

"You..." Wu Mi's iconic vertical pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned sharply to stare at Yaozai, and there seemed to be thousands of curses about to come out from the lightly parted lips.

After thinking about it, he was afraid that Yaozai would not cooperate with the performance, and he would not swallow his anger, so he could only threaten with half-truth and half-false:

"Since I can create 'Hinoki', I can also destroy him with my own hands, you'd better figure this out."

"Of course, right now 'Jiqi' is or is indispensable, and that's enough."

"..."

Yes, damn it.

Halfway through the live broadcast, it was as if the bow and arrow had to be launched.

Wu miserable took a deep breath, with a gloomy face: "Let's go, the live broadcast is about to start."

When he walked to the door, he didn't hear Yaozai's footsteps, but when he looked back, he was still standing there motionless.

"You want me to continue acting for you?"

"...What do you want?"

"I want to know whose blood is still flowing in my body." Yaozai said with a smile: "I mean your partner."

The two looked at each other, calculating eyes.

Wu Mi was not sure how Yaozai knew about the existence of Jiulan and Litu, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Did Tong Mo tell you?"

Yaozai was stunned, and blurted out: "Tong Mo also knows?" The anger on his face seemed to come back, "Then you are hiding it from me, are you really treating me like a waste?"

Going around and coming back to this topic.

What kind of information does the good-looking Canary need to share, as long as he stays by his side obediently, isn’t it good?

Besides, in order to get the pure blood of Level, Wu Mi always pretends to be obedient in front of Jiulan and Li Tu, which is quite different from the usual bossy.

If Yoya Ubuyashiki sees this look...

Wu Mi frowned: "Let me think about this matter, you live broadcast first."

Distraught, he walked out of the dressing room and bumped into an unexpected visitor.

"Mr. Tsukihiko, do you remember me?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Yaoya, who was left alone in the room, held his breath, and secretly clenched his sleeves.

Wu Mi followed the prestige and saw a man in a black windbreaker with his eyes narrowed into slits in a smile.

"why you?"

The person who came was Mori Ogai, the leader of the port Mafia.

Mori Ogai.

Wu Mi didn't forget that he wanted to get rid of him once, but he didn't expect that he was too busy to let the other party go, and the man came to the door instead.

Although the live broadcast is coming soon, he also wants to hear what medicine is sold in the gourd of the Mafia leader, so he asked patiently:

"What's the matter with you?"

"Oh." Sen sighed, putting his hands behind his back, his eyes wandering in embarrassment, "I watched the live broadcast of the first half of your show, and I am very interested in Mr. Hinoki's ability, and I would like to ask him if he can help find Looking for my long-lost boyfriend."

Wu Mi's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyebrows knowingly and asked, "Boyfriend? Who?"

Mori Ogai looked at him with a half-smile, his long and narrow eyes showed hostility, and then said the name that both parties knew without any haste:

"Yuzai Ubuyashiki."

The parties in the room naturally heard it too.

If it is said that the second dispute with Wu Mi just now, the difficulty coefficient of the performance is A level, this time it is S level.

How should he feel?

Start by plucking/getting your head out of the sand like a brave ostrich.

tap tap —

He walked out of the room and appeared in front of everyone.Wuyou next to him was visibly short of breath for a moment.

This is really exciting.

"Mr. Hinoki." Mori Ogai nodded rationally as if he had never seen him before, "It would be better if you were here, if you didn't hear what I just said, I can say it again..."

Yaozai narrowed his eyes, not missing the fleeting teasing in the man's eyes.He asked in a cold voice, "You said you wanted to find Yaoya Shiki, the obstetrician?"

It's amazing to hear my full name coming out of my mouth like a bystander.

"Yes."

"You said... he is your boyfriend? When did it happen?" Yaozai glanced at Wu Mi intentionally or unintentionally, and found that the other party was also looking at him from the corner of his eye.

Mori Ogai said without hesitation: "It has always been. Although we had some unpleasant disputes before disappearing, it was far from affecting our relationship. When I think of him, I have trouble sleeping and eating." Mori Ogai lifted his head pretending to be miserable. Eyebrows, looking at Yaozai with a faint gaze, "I don't know if Mr. Huiqi can understand this kind of feeling of missing a lover."

"..."

Miyayashiki Yoya's face was slightly hot, and before he could speak, his wrist suddenly hurt.

Wu Mi stepped forward to block the sight of the two of them looking at each other, and said blankly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Mori, His Highness Huiqi is not responsible for finding someone. The live broadcast is about to start, so we will excuse you first."

Mori Ogai's gaze paused for a while on Wuyou's hand holding Yaoya, and he shrugged his shoulders feeling lost:

"It's a pity."

Before the words fell, the two left.

Mori Ogai watched Yaoya's back disappear from sight, narrowed his eyes slightly to get rid of the attachment, turned around and walked into the dressing room where no one cares about him.

His slender fingers caressed the still warm stool, and suddenly grabbed the gap beside the dressing table.

The curtain of nothingness fell, and the tense figures of Tanizaki and Yamada appeared immediately, and they breathed a sigh of relief:

"Why are you here, Mr. Sen?"

"Of course it's to see if the subordinates have obeyed Officer Tanizaki's orders." Mori Ogai said with a smile.

live countdown

Wu Mi accompanies Yaozai on the waiting scene, when the staff's eyes meet, the gossip burns.

They had never seen a producer care so much about any guest.

Yaozai didn't realize it, the glare of the light was projected into the dark red pupils.

"What's the relationship between that Mori Ogai and me?"

Wu Mi knew that there would be such a question, and the live broadcast was imminent, so he was not even interested in lying, so he simply turned a deaf ear to it.

But Yaozai would not let it go easily, he was silent for a few seconds and then said:

"You said you were my boyfriend, have you been lying to me?"

Oni Wu Tsuji Wucan's eyes darkened. If the quarrel in the dressing room could be muddied, now it is a real "close call".

He pursed his lips and said in a charitable tone:

"I agree to your request."

"What did you say?"

"As long as you finish the live broadcast well, I can take you to meet my partner."

At the same time as the voice fell, the countdown counted down for three seconds.

Yaoza walked past him without looking sideways, her snow-white hair stroking the side of his face like a feather.

The blazing spotlight blurred the successful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, then tonight."

The author has something to say: flirting with a boyfriend in front of the third person is a red chicken!