My cubs are all blackened

Dazai, immersed in a world worse than an idiot, suddenly felt very complicated.

He no longer knew how to describe Ye Lian. He was polite and tough, shrewd and stupid, and had a mafia identity that didn't match his gentle style.

contradiction!enemy!natural enemy! !

Osamu Dazai angrily picked up a piece of cake and chewed it in his mouth, refusing to have a conversation with Ye Lian.

Otherwise, even he will become strange!

Ye Lian didn't pay attention to this point, and when he found that the atmosphere had cooled down, he talked about some trivial matters appropriately. When he found that Dazai Osamu was just perfunctorily snorting or nodding, it had already passed 5 minutes.

Ye Lian blinked in bewilderment, observing Dazai Osamu's side facing him, that face was full of depression, he noticed his gaze from the corner of his eye, and left him silently with only the back of his head.

There is no systematic reminder, and more importantly, this is the first time that Dazai Zhi has resisted so childishly. Ye Lian doesn't understand why he is angry, but he ignores everything he said, and even deceiving people is useless up.

Children are still fickle.

Ye Lian couldn't help feeling distressed. Although he had no memories of the past, his deep-rooted knowledge reminded him that he should not talk to the child at this time, but to do something that would interest the child and attract the other party's attention. Come talk to him.

So Ye Lian took out the glass bottle that he carried with him, the bright red blood was covered in the transparent vial, and he placed it on the table deliberately, making a crisp sound.

The unique sound quickly caught Dazai Zhizhi's sight. He really looked at Ye Lian's movements curiously. Although he still looked like he didn't want to talk, he was much softened than before.

Ye Lian continued his efforts, he pulled out the cork from the bottle mouth, and there was a fishy smell in the air, but it dissipated a lot when the wind blew.

Then, he filled the teacup with black tea, moved the glass bottle to the top of the black tea, and tilted his palm——

"You, you, what are you doing!!"

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai couldn't help shivering, quickly hugged himself tightly, and shivered from disgust.

Anyone who saw a bottle of blood being poured into black tea would find it unbearable, but Ye Lian casually put away the empty bottle, grabbed three more and put sugar into the teacup, and after stirring with a silver spoon, breathed a sigh of relief. Drank up the black tea.

"...!!" Now, Osamu Dazai couldn't even complain. He just watched Ye Lian's movements, and felt a bloody smell in his throat, and covered his mouth with a livid face.

For the first time, he was insensitive to this powerful ability. Obtaining the ability in this way is simply torturing people! !

After drinking tea, Ye Lian smiled slightly at such Dazai Osamu: "It seems that you are finally willing to tell me... um."

The next second, he covered his mouth with an ugly face, and couldn't help it anymore.

Even if black tea and sugar greatly dilute the fishy smell, if they are mixed together and filled in the mouth, it is disgusting and nauseating.

Seeing that Ye Lian, who has always been known for his gentlemanly etiquette, had this kind of overturn, the disgust in Dazai's heart suddenly became less, and instead he gloated a little more: "How is the taste, won't it be unforgettable forever."

"This man's blood is too hard to swallow, and it tastes like the quagmire of a sewer after adding sugar." Ye Lian said sullenly, the highlights in his eyes disappeared suddenly, as if he had lost his life: "It seems that he usually does a lot of evil , even if he died at the hands of Hongye, it would not be an injustice."

Osamu Dazai blinked suspiciously: "Huh? It doesn't make any sense at all. Is there any connection between the smell of his blood and his many evil deeds?"

"Huh? That's because of my power relationship." The passage of time made Ye Lian feel a lot better. He finally let go of his hand and raised his head to look at Dazai, with a smile on his lips inadvertently: "My The tongue can taste the flavors of different bloods, if the owner walks in the dark with a low character, his blood will be unpalatable, but if the owner has a high character, his blood will exude fragrance."

He smiled and said, "But I've never tasted good blood. Most of the people who fight the mafia are not good guys."

"Hey, it's so amazing." Osamu Dazai smiled with great interest, and suddenly, a sly light flashed across his eyes: "Then... where's your own blood?"

As a man at the top of the mafia, what kind of blood do you have? It's really curious.

However, Ye Lian shook his head.

"Only my own blood can't be tasted." Ye Lian chuckled: "But after thinking about it, I know that my blood must smell like rotten sewers, after all, I am a mafia, a god of death who easily deprives others of their lives. "

Osamu Dazai replied lazily: "Well~ so you see yourself that way."

More fair than imagined, with self-knowledge.

He fiddled with the cake under his hand a little bored, but his eyes became more and more serious. Then what would his blood look like?

Heh, maybe it's an even more disgusting, disgusting smell than Ye Lian.

"What's wrong? Isn't the cake delicious?"

Seeing that Dazai Zhi hadn't spoken for a long time, Ye Lian couldn't help raising his eyebrows in doubt.

"It's nothing." Osamu Dazai stopped fiddling with the cake and looked at him casually: "I was just wondering if you have tasted the blood of other mafia."

"My companions seldom taste it, and they will probably be complained for stealing their abilities." Ye Lian touched his chin, as if talking to a friend for many years, and blurted out the most secret thing: "But I have because A deal drank Mr. Sen's blood, ah, that's the doctor who saved you."

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai became a little interested again. The doctor had a calculating and shrewd face, and he seemed to be of the same kind as him.

What would his blood be like?Will it be very similar to yourself?

For some reason, Osamu Dazai didn't want Ye Lian to taste his blood in person, not only because he didn't want to have his abilities stolen, but also because the darkness in his heart, hidden in the deepest part of his heart, he couldn't even understand, so he really didn't want to be robbed of his blood. Ye Lian knew.

Ye Lian thought for a while: "How should I put it... At the beginning, it was just a general stench, but then it suddenly became bitter, like Coptis chinensis, which is indescribably bitter. Probably, it is to remind me not to underestimate this doctor. , maybe it will be counted at some point."

"Hey...I didn't expect blood to have such a reminder, isn't that very convenient."

"But tasting blood is really terrible. Dazai looks very envious, do you want such a power?"

"...No, I refuse."

This kind of question and answer, where the answers are all secret, is unimaginable for Ye Lian and Dazai the day before.

But now, Osamu Dazai showed a vivid expression that he didn't have before, and Ye Lian gradually told him about his own affairs, and the relationship between the two actually got a little closer.

For these two people, it is a new starting point.