What if the lord is too popular

Entrance

Mori Ogai took off his windbreaker slowly and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the fresh scratches on his skin.

"Your physical strength is better than I imagined."

He stared at the drunken Yaoza with a half smile.

The vampire gasped.

The person concerned turned a deaf ear, raised his hazy drunken eyes, and curled his mouth:

"You also woke up earlier than I expected, Mr. Mori."

The precipitated alcohol made Yaozai's face blush, and there was a sense of frivolity and provocation between the lines.

Invisible seduction.

Of course they'd have a blast if no one else was around.

Mori Ogai narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, he didn't speak, and the air around him dropped to freezing point.

Anyone can sense the imminent danger.

Peace of mind is the best way.

cuckoo—

Outside the window, the good owl flutters its feathers and gloats.

Lan Tang helped Yaozai into the room, and closed the door behind him.

This is a signal to fight for power.

Yaoza put his hand on the back of his hand: "Thank you for sending me off, let's go back at such a late hour."

It was past midnight, and there was nothing to tempt the offspring of the birth house except sleep.

The voice did not fall.

"hiss-"

He cried out in pain.

The strength of the vampire's grip on his wrist suddenly increased, and the pain came clearly through the sleeve.

"Ah."

But his misery did not arouse the slightest pity from the bystanders, on the contrary he was ruthlessly ridiculed.

"I don't want to go back." Lan Tang muttered, "It's not safe there."

Very reasonable.

There is no safe place for a former idol who is wanted across the country.

Yaozai didn't speak, Mori Ogai showed mercy first.

"Otherwise, I'll go." He looked indifferent, "As long as you return my trench coat to me."

He squinted his eyes and cast a glance at Yaozai, his eyes were like blazing flames and solid ice.

That appearance seemed to say: "If you dare to promise, I will break your neck."

oh-

Of course Yaozai didn't want to die, he thought of his father's persuasion.

[You live not for yourself, but to save the world. ]

Therefore, he even went to attack the ghost dance Tsuji Mumi, whose alias is "Yueyan".

This is a real paradox.

Yaozai found that Mori Ogai's windbreaker was trampled on by Lantang, and it was crumpled like a piece of rag that no one cares about.

He frowned and glanced at the vampire.

only one glance.

Lan Tang reluctantly moved his feet away, his crumpled facial features announced:

[He didn't do it accidentally, but on purpose. ]

Hey……

Yaozai's moans were stuck in his throat.

He picked up the windbreaker and brushed off the wrinkles and dust on it.

"Sorry," he said.

"..."

Mori Ogai was stunned.

He didn't expect things to turn out this way.

Forced choices are really boring and childish.But not being chosen is enough to drive people crazy at any time.

What's more, the one who abandoned him this time was a very important person.

Mori Ogai squeezed the corner of the windbreaker fiercely, gritted his teeth:

"Are you sure?"

Yaozai didn't know, so he raised his eyebrows: "Huh? It's not you..."

The defense came to an abrupt end, and he was pulled into his arms by Mori Ogai.

But this is not a warm hug, on the contrary, the next second—

The shining scalpel rested on his neck.

"what are you doing!"

The vampire in front of him yelled excitedly, and his bloodshot eyes instantly spoke of anger.

"Don't act rashly, my scalpel is very sharp."

As if to prove his words, "Hiss", Yaoza's neck was suddenly covered with bloodstains.

The pain was like a fine tide, and he could feel the beating of muscles.

Yaoya shuddered, the fog covering his mind was fading away, but after a few seconds, it came back again, deeper and heavier.

He heard the instigator lean down and approach his ear:

"We need to talk."

"……Row."

As long as you can sleep after talking.

When being dragged into the bedroom by Mori Ogai mercilessly, Yoya realized one thing:

[It's not a good habit to drink away your worries. ]

pat—

Mori Ogai slammed the door and locked it.

"It seems that you really carry a scalpel with you all the time."

Yaoza made an understatement, while stroking the wound on his neck, he staggered towards the bed.

The bedroom is a great place.

Even if the negotiation fails, you can fall asleep.

It's just that the messy bed sheet dragged Yaoya's memory back to more than an hour ago.

His face was a little hot, definitely from the alcohol and not from anything else.

Yaoya lifted the hem of the kimono and sat on the edge of the bed as if nothing had happened.

Mori Ogai followed suit and stood in front of him.

"Sit down?"

Yaozai patted the empty seat beside him, looked up at him against the light.

"Humph."

Mori Ogai snorted, and—

Unexpectedly, he pushed hard on his shoulder.

Yaozai was caught off guard by repeating this old trick.

Yes, of course.

He lay on his back on the bed, the first thing he saw was the white ceiling, and then the man's tightly pursed lips.

"So this is how you attack me."

In court, the debate began without warning.

"What did you say?" The defendant feinted first.

"Doing it with me is your way of attacking me?" The plaintiff refused to budge.

Yaozai's mouth was dry.

Because Mori Ogai's accusation was calm and self-possessed, because there was desire in his hoarse voice.

If it wasn't for being on the opposite side of him at this moment, Yaozai would have wanted to disarm and surrender.

He took a deep breath:

"I should have said that Mr. Sen is not my target."

Use an alienated title to extinguish the hope in a man's heart.

"...Then why are you wasting so much time and energy on me?"

The leader of Hong Kong gangsters who put interests first cannot understand.

The hesitation in his eyes was distressing.

Yaozai opened his mouth, almost declaring the truth.

at this time-

Mori Ogai suddenly raised his lips and smiled:

"I get it. You like me, but what happened an hour ago was not in your plan. So you don't know how to deal with me."

"..."

Yaozai was speechless.

Mori Ogai's intuition is terrifyingly accurate, perhaps this is also the ability of being the leader of the organization.

He knew that the solution to disputes was very simple, as long as he confessed his heart and promised eternal loyalty along the way.

But in the current situation, this is impossible to achieve.

It's one thing to love someone, another to admit it.

If he said "like" to Mori Ogai tonight, he would no longer be able to attack Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi tomorrow without any grievances.

In this way, not only himself, but Mori Ogai and many others will be in danger.

Hundreds of harms but no benefit.

Thinking of this, Yaozai closed his eyes, restrained the fleeting confusion in his eyes, and shook hands into fists:

"Mr. Sen, everyone is an adult now." He turned his head and smiled calmly: "It's just a one-time follow-up, it's not enough to confirm the relationship, right?"

"..."

silence.

The silence swept away the ambiguity that had filled the bedroom a moment ago.

Mori Ogai got up, his eyes were full of wind and clouds, engulfed in the burning volcanic ash, destroying the world.

He smiled coldly, fingers lingering on Yaozai's slender neck.

Until the fragile cartilage makes a "Gada Gada" sound.

"Do you think I'm going to kill you?"

Mori Owai said condescendingly and affectionately.

The author has something to say: Well, although there are not many words in this chapter, the three people's rivalry scene has been revised and polished for several hours.

In fact, I think the plot is quite late, mainly because it has been broken for too long and I can't find the feel. (I was wrong and very sorry

So conclusion: yes, I'm going back to stable updates (make a fist!

PS: I heard that it has been stricter recently. If there are typos, it may be on purpose.

感谢在2020-11-2418:08:29~2020-11-3020:36:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Yan Ge;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!