It was really hard for An Qi to imagine that the first thing he would do when he woke up would be to attend his own funeral.
She stared at herself in the dream, a female beta.
The body that should have been pure was wrapped in the fragrant aroma of flowers and fruits, mixed with the aroma of spirits and tea, just like a ripe fruit that suddenly rotted and fermented, sweet, sticky, and nauseating.
An Qi's expression turned cold.
"Thank you for coming all the way."
The man walked to An Qi gracefully and calmly. If he saw it correctly, the emotion that flashed through her eyes was—disgust?
"In the legend of Freyin, the power of blood inheritance can let the deceased rest in peace. I had no choice but to contact your mother. Thank you for your hard work, An Qi."
What did she notice? She is not a beta.
Rest in peace for the dead?
She just wanted everyone at the funeral to rest in peace.
An Qi glanced at the sky.
The sky was dark and heavy, like the faces of people attending a funeral.
If you don't cherish it while you're alive, you won't let it go after you die.
"The death of a loved one is always sad. I can understand how you feel. An Qi."
"I couldn't believe it, and even wanted to follow her away. I kissed her in vain, trying to warm her cold body with my hot breath."
Her elegant manners and humble smile majestically twist vicious desires into fiery love. This ability to make up nonsense, and his emotional stability when lying is more stable than most betas, it is really hard to believe that he is a top alpha.
An Qi tilted his head and looked at him, as if he saw a monster.
The rain fell in patters.
An Qi raised his feet, and the soft soil slid down, covering the deceased's mouth and nose.
Suddenly strong pheromones invaded his senses, and An Qi grinned. Look, this is normal alpha.
It's a good thing you're a beta, Angel.
Fortunately, you died four years ago.
I wanted to get what belongs to you for you, but I didn't expect that all these years of struggling would actually dirty your body.
Anger gives people courage, but it can also make people rude. An Qi took out the handkerchief from Samuel's breast pocket, bent down and wiped the muddy shoes.
If there is a seemingly non-existent mellow, bitter and burnt fragrance, it permeates the senses and stings one's wakefulness. Samuel suppressed a frown.
"I think restraint is a necessary quality for a good alpha, An Qi."
Nasty, arrogant, how could he think she was a beta.
"Who said I'm a—"
A row of black guns were pointed at An Qi.
An Qi took a step back. She forgot that Flein couldn't control the gun, and she was not in the dream either.
Seeing that she had regained some sense, Samuel raised his hand to stop the guard walking towards her.
"Death in a foreign land is a great sorrow for us Dongzhou people. Please forgive a sister who has lost her mind due to excessive grief."
The threat of death brought back her rationality. She could not risk her life here. An Qi controlled her emotions, her eyes were heavy and her words were filled with sadness.
The aroma of tea suddenly became strong.
An Qi frowned and subconsciously raised his eyes. Looked into a pair of eyes full of inquiry.
"When she speaks, she always likes to separate the word "please" with a very strong ending and a command-like tone. It doesn't match her gentle temperament."
"You are... Very similar to her."
The malice and scrutiny that originally fell on him suddenly became stinging and burning, and a pair of dead, empty eyes suddenly lit up with fireworks.
An Qi was shocked and his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
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"I love you."
"But I love the land beneath my feet even more."
"I'm sorry..."
"Pathfinder: XX, confirmed lost. Apply for pioneer intervention."
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Highlight:
1. The heroine is an ordinary person and has no tools to commit crimes, so she is BG.
2. Ordinary people can smell pheromones, but they will not be oppressed or attracted. The degenerated beta glands are basically unable to sense pheromones (emphasis added).
3. Anyone with a single arrow towards the heroine is clean, anything that is not clean is impossible.
4. The bg in the ABO world is not that big of a heroine
Intention: Everything can be used for me
