Special A-level danger warning

It is not easy to say that bartending is easy, but it is not right to say that it is particularly difficult.

At least it is not difficult for Feng Xinzhi.

But why did he listen to the devil's words to mix wine?

Feng Xinzhi looked at Fyodor lightly, without any intention of getting up.

He seemed to have given up his vigilance and vigilance in an instant, his expression relaxed, and he propped up his chin with one hand, and the lines of his face were smudged with amazing softness under the slightly dim light of the bar.

"If you would like to make a cup, Tuo Sijun."

It doesn't matter if you drink it or not, but he may be able to appreciate it.

Hearing this, Fyodor didn't show any dissatisfaction. He got up calmly, as if he was willing to meet the trivial request for this.

There was a bright wine color in his eyes, and a thin layer of dark light and shadow covered his pale but delicate face.

He took off the black gloves on his hands, his slender phalanxes were well defined, slender and pale, and when he picked up a bottle of glass wine bottle, one couldn't help but worry that he might not be able to hold it.

Swipe your fingertips across the mouth of the bottle, like a devil kissing the liquid, the clear wine has a cold hue under the dim light.

Square translucent ice cubes were put into the body of the large-caliber glass, and the strong wine was poured in as if ironing, soaking the ice cubes, and the gleaming wine reflected a shining halo.

The clear but strong aroma of wine diffused.

Feng Xinzhi, resting his chin on one hand, watched Fyodor's movements quietly, the warmth and coldness in his eyes floated up and down.

Too dangerous.

No matter how you look at it, Fyodor D is a super dangerous guy. If he can, he doesn't want to have any intersection with this person.

He does not agree with or refute the idea of ​​the devil purifying people with supernatural powers all over the world. After all, he cannot require everyone to have a unified mind.

Only one thing is absolute.

Yokohama doesn't need Majin.

Even if the city is infested with crime, there is no need for outsiders to intervene.

This is not exclusive, but fact.

Looking at the wine glass that Fyodor pushed over in front of him, Feng Xinzhi stretched out his hand and caressed the rim of the glass, he lowered his eyes and stared at the clear liquid in the glass but had no intention of drinking at all.

Of course he knew that the devil would not play tricks on this kind of thing, but he just didn't want to drink.

This wine is too strong.

As soon as you get close, you can smell the strong smell of alcohol.

He had to go back to Mafia headquarters later, so he couldn't smell of alcohol.

"Is it unpalatable?"

Fyodor asked softly, a trace of sincere doubt appeared on his fair face, followed by a clear understanding and interest in everything.

The exquisite works of art imprisoned by relatives should have higher value, but they voluntarily gave up the higher pursuit.

A person like Feng Xinzhi who combines cool and gorgeous colors is obviously more suitable for spirits.

The coldness on the surface needs to be watered and washed with strong wine, and then the true essence is revealed——

"Rebel"

"Don't like hard liquor?"

Fyodor didn't show any displeasure, instead he clasped his hands to support his chin, his eyes focused on Feng Xinzhi's face, and there was a coquettish dark light in his eyes.

The holiness of compassion and the sin of indifference merge without a trace, showing a strange beauty that attracts the eye.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a gleam of color appeared at the end of his eyes, as if he was constantly tempting humans to degenerate.

Facing the devil like this, Feng Xinzhi stared at him calmly for a while, and then his voice was steady.

"It's not suitable now."

When it comes to spirits, he actually doesn't dislike them, but when it comes to liking them, there's nothing to like.

It feels good to tame the strong, but the possibility of being tamed by the strong is not impossible.

He doesn't like things getting out of hand.

"Are you worried about being discovered by Dazai-kun?"

Fyodor stretched out his hand, and pushed the wine glass towards Feng Xinzhi again, with a soft voice.

"You know, Dazai-kun already knew that you came to me when you diverted back to the Mafia headquarters building route."

"Besides, it's just a glass of wine, so there's no need for any reason, Feng Xinjun?"

Just like a domestic cat, isn't it normal to go to other people's houses to play and get contaminated with other people's smell?

It's a very normal thing.

It's so normal that ordinary people don't care at all, only the excessive and unreasonable desire to control can't tolerate this kind of thing.

The words full of hints made Feng Xinzhi's eyes turn cold, and he lost interest in continuing the conversation in an instant.

Before that, he had no formal contact with the devil, but only learned about this guy from countless criminal materials.

The devil who spreads evil and disaster is his only definition of a devil.

Now, perhaps add the habit of playing with people's hearts.

The worst of hypocrisy or the best of evil.

Anyway, it doesn't feel good.

"Drinking, of course there is no problem."

Feng Xinzhi tugged at the neckline, unbuttoned the top button, revealing her fair neck, unconsciously letting herself vent her dissatisfaction and irritability.

He pinned his slightly longer hair behind his ears, revealing a fair and gorgeous side face. His eyes, stained with frost and snow, seemed to gather all the light sources in the dark bar, and the rich iris color reflected a coquettish red light.

The dangerous breath that shrouds the night and lurks before the dawn rushes to the face, bringing a sense of tension and thrilling trembling.

He pointed to the various wines on the wine cabinet behind Fyodor, and there was a slight tyranny in his cold voice.

"Let's go together."

Faced with this cold but dangerous aura, Fyodor slowly opened his eyes wide, as if he hadn't expected Feng Xinzhi's reaction at all.

It was an unexpected surprise.

He smiled and readily agreed.

……

Feng Xinzhi thinks he can drink well, at least he has never experienced the feeling of drinking fragments.

The numbness brought by the large amount of alcohol made his brain clearer and even excited.

He looked at Fyodor, who was also sober-eyed across the way, as if he had noticed something, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, taking up the bright brilliance of the frost and the moon.

His voice was very soft, like a thin down feather blown by the wind, even if it fell, it never disturbed anything.

"It's time, I'm going first."

As if knowing that someone at home was patiently waiting for him to come home, the little black cat who went to someone else's house abandoned the big hamster who was playing with it just now, and left without mercy.

Only Fyodor sat quietly on the spot alone, his eyes moved with Feng Xinzhi's leaving figure, and fell down until he couldn't see him, silent and did not speak.

He was quiet for a long time, until Ivan couldn't help asking him in a low voice if he needed sober soup.

Fyodor tilted his head and looked at Ivan with clear eyes for a long while, then he seemed to suddenly lose the strength to support him, and suddenly fell on the bar counter.

He closed his eyes, his sleeping face was holy like a god.

Ivan was so startled that he was in a hurry, not knowing what to do when facing his drunken master.

……

Slightly drunk but not affecting his sanity, Feng Xinzhi walked out of the bar steadily.

After walking a few steps, he saw the car that took him to and from Tokyo and Yokohama on weekdays.

Sure enough, Mr. Zhi already knew.

Although this situation is not unexpected at all, it is indeed a bit bad for him to go back in this state.

It wasn't because of being late or being rude, he felt that Mr. Zhi might be a little...aggrieved?

It's a slightly strange grievance like why you drink with the devil and not with him.

How can I comfort you?

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Feng Xinzhi pursed her lips while watching the passing scenery outside the car window, thinking.

Port Mafia Building.

Osamu Dazai circled the name Fyodor D on the document under his hand with a cold expression and crossed it in slightly heavy handwriting.

There was a thick dark color in his iris eyes, and a lingering dangerous aura emanated from his body, as if he was standing at the top of the dark night to warn those who wanted to peek at his treasure.

However, this gloomy and dangerous atmosphere disappeared completely the moment the office door opened.

"Zhi-kun~ Long time no see~"

After two or three days without Zhijun smoking, he is about to die!

The suddenly active tone and revitalized expression appeared dull and dazed when he smelled the strong alcohol on Feng Xinzhi's body.

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, realizing that something was wrong.

booze!

Zhijun went drinking with others without telling him!

Osamu Dazai, whose eyes and pupils were shaking, quickly determined the culprit with his brain that froze suddenly.

The Devil, Fyodor D.

The moment he figured it out, Osamu Dazai wished he could kill the Siberian hamster immediately.

Stinky mouse, I want you to take Zhijun to drink!He has never had a drink with Zhijun!

Biting the handkerchief in his heart, the aggrieved Osamu Dazai immediately got up and walked towards Feng Xinzhi, wanting to help him.

Although the smell of alcohol has dissipated a lot, it can still be inferred that Zhijun drank a lot, what if he gets drunk and can't stand still!

Osamu Dazai, who fiercely dissed a certain mouse of the dead house, suddenly discovered a blind spot.

drunk, unsteady...

Drunk boy! ! !

What kind of limited edition SSR is this!

Dazai Zhi, whose eyes brightened immediately, approached Feng Xinzhi lightly, stretched out his hand and tugged at his sleeve.

Feng Xinzhi smiled, her kite-colored eyes were filled with a charming smile, and her face was full of tranquility and gentleness.

He slowed down and lowered his voice.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zhi."

The clear and shallow voice was slightly covered by the alcohol, but it was inexplicably tinged with an intoxicating aroma.

Every word hit Osamu Dazai's beating heart.

Osamu Dazai even slowed down his breathing a lot, for fear of disturbing Feng Xinzhi who looked like this.

He stared at Feng Xinzhi without blinking, as if he wanted to record the scene deeply with his vision.

"Hey, although I don't want to disturb Mr. Zhi's work, but we haven't seen each other for more than two days, I still want to come and have a look."

Feng Xinzhi gently shook Osamu Dazai and held his hand, his eyes were filled with warm tones and softness.

Osamu Dazai, who was fascinated by Feng Xinzhi's initiative to approach him, immediately abandoned some of the work that was waiting for him to deal with, and asked Feng Xinzhi how he was, for fear that Zhijun, who had drunk too much, would feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

"No, I just want to sleep."

The slightly sleepy tone immediately made the old father's heart tremble with distress, and he immediately prepared to give up the bedroom in the cubicle for the young gentleman to sleep.

Feng Xinzhi nodded obediently, took out a set of clean clothes from the standing changing room in the cubicle, and walked into the bathroom.

After washing off the smell of alcohol, Feng Xinzhi came out of the bathroom wiping her wet hair, and her fair face was dyed a bright rose color.

He leaned quietly on the sofa, closed his eyes gently, and let the water drip from the ends of his hair.

Osamu Dazai held his hanging half-long hair, picked up the towel that Feng Xinzhi put aside, and gently wiped it for him.

Feng Xinzhi raised his eyes to look at Osamu Dazai, only to see the same kite-colored eyes watching him quietly and gently.

He returned a soft smile, and his eyes seemed to have crushed the galaxy, revealing a bright and clear light.

Osamu Dazai's temperament softened, and his movements became softer.

Quiet and peaceful.

The author has something to say: the cat and the mouse tear each other (×)

Big and small black cats lick each other (√)

Feng Xinzhi (calmly): Fried hair?nonexistent.

Summary of this chapter: Zhijun who didn't want to chat with Mr. Tuo directly drank Mr. Tuo and left without looking back. After returning home, he smoothed the cat's fur with superb hair smoothing skills.

In addition, the juvenile can drink this pot is the original trio of rogues in the world (￣ー￣)

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The announcement has been revised, the next chapter update should be at 11:0 on the 10th (21:[-] on the [-]th is too late, my hand speed may not be able to keep up, sorry for QAQ), Chapter V [-]D update.

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The following is the pre-acquisition, because it seems too long to put the copy, so just put the name of the text (scratching your head), if you are interested, please poke the column to have a look QAQ

① After waking up from the prison gate [Spell Return]

②Fancy persecution that Mr. Mori encountered in those years