A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

To be honest, besides being ruthless, vicious, and utterly despicable, Ji Zuodao has one major advantage—

She's damn good-looking.

Those beauty-obsessed vixens have the most to say about this.

They all wanted to tear him apart, skin and bones, and swallow him whole, leaving not a trace.

Those vixens have such discerning taste!

They've seen more handsome men than the average person has ever tasted salt.

But they were completely captivated by Ji Zuodao's face, which shows just how good-looking this bastard is.

And now, there are two such handsome men.

twin.

The same face, the same features, the same eyebrows and eyes.

But this score isn't as simple as one plus one equals two.

The visual impact of twins is doubled the moment they stand there, and their scores increase exponentially.

More importantly, although Ji Zuodao and Ji Zhengdao have the same face, their temperaments are completely different.

Ji Zuodao sat there like a patient wolf king, with a faint, wicked smile always playing on his lips.

He looks respectable, but if you look closely at his eyes, you'll see they're full of wicked schemes.

His thoughts are so complex and unpredictable that you can never guess what he's thinking.

Danger lurks beneath that calm and composed exterior, like poison coated in sugar—it looks sweet, but it's deadly when you bite into it.

Where is Ji Zhengdao?

He sat side by side with Ji Zuodao, looking like a big dog squatting next to the wolf king.

Gentle and clingy, calling him "brother" so affectionately, he seems as well-behaved and obedient as can be.

But if you look closely into his eyes, you'll find a wildness, a restlessness, hidden within them, like a mad dog that might break free of its chain at any moment. It's just that his brother is keeping him in check for the time being.

The Wolf King and the Mad Dog.

Two completely different temperaments flashed alternately on the same face, and the charm was so irresistible that it seemed to be spreading in all directions, no different from a succubus.

In Sato's team, there is an Onmyoji named Mizuki. She is twenty-seven years old this year, with fair skin and long black hair draped over her shoulders. She looks like a very quiet girl.

But as soon as she saw Ji Zuodao and Ji Zhengdao, her eyes started to light up.

Especially Ji Zhengdao.

On the surface, this kid looks like a well-behaved child, innocent and naive. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle and he reveals a row of neat white teeth. He looks just like the boy next door, sunny and clean.

This type of guy is the most attractive to women of Meiyue's age.

Why?

Because of overflowing maternal love!

A woman in her late twenties is in a very delicate stage.

To say he's young is an understatement;

To say they're mature is an understatement; they're not quite there yet.

They both yearn to be protected and to protect others.

Ji Zhengdao's puppy-like appearance perfectly triggered their protective instincts.

After a few cups of sake, Mizuki's face turned red, and her eyes began to wander.

Holding her wine glass, she swayed over to Ji Zhengdao, plopped down, and then started eating.

First, he patted her head.

"Wow, your hair is so soft! What shampoo do you use?"

Then comes character customization.

"Your skin is amazing! How do you take care of it?"

In the end, he simply picked her up and hugged her.

"Sweetie, come here, let me give you a hug~"

Ji Zhengdao was held in her arms, blinking innocently as he looked at Ji Zuodao, asking with his eyes: Brother, what's going on?

Ji Zuodao, holding his wine glass, watched this scene with a smile. He winked at him, the meaning of which was clear: Don't panic, stay calm, let her hug you, it's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh.

So Ji Zhengdao obediently stayed in Meiyue's arms, letting her hug, touch, and pinch him, as well-behaved as a real puppy.

Sato sat opposite him, his eyes twitching as he watched.

Sister, wake up! You're a married woman!

Your child is already three years old!

You're here hugging and rubbing against a foreign guy, does your husband know?

But Meiyue clearly couldn't care less about any of that anymore.

Her world now revolves solely around Ji Zhengdao; she's completely forgotten about her husband, children, and professional ethics.

She's completely blinded by cuteness right now; reason has simply run away from her.

Sato took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. This had nothing to do with him. Mizuki could do whatever she wanted; she wasn't his wife anyway.

But what happened next completely threw Sato into a panic.

Sato's girlfriend, Keiko, is a healer at the Onmyōryō (Yin-Yang Bureau).

She's beautiful, has a great personality, is gentle and soft-spoken, and has two shallow dimples when she smiles, which makes people feel comfortable just looking at her.

Sato pursued her for more than half a year before finally winning her over. He treasured her like the plague, afraid she would melt in his mouth or break in his hands. He wished he could worship her.

Tonight, Keiko was supposed to be sitting next to Sato.

She was quiet and didn't talk much. Occasionally, she would pick up some food for Sato or pour him a drink. She seemed like a well-behaved and sensible girlfriend.

Sato was quite pleased with himself, thinking that his girlfriend was really impressive, dignified, and presentable.

But later, for some reason, Yamamoto Ichiro arranged for Keiko to pour sake for Himezado.

It was called "cultural exchange," and Huizi was asked to demonstrate Xiao Rizi's wine culture to the experts from Dahan.

Huizi couldn't refuse, so she took the wine pot and walked over to Ji Zuodao.

And then she never came back.

Sato watched as Keiko sat down next to Himezamichi, holding a wine glass, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes glazed over as she listened to Himezamichi tell those made-up jokes from who-knows-where, laughing uproariously.

That silvery laughter pierced Sato's heart again and again.

It hurts!

It hurts so much!

What broke Sato's defenses even more was that he clearly saw Keiko's fingers intentionally or unintentionally brush against the back of Himezado's hand when she poured Himezado wine.

It was a very light and quick touch, like an unintentional one.

But everyone present was a Qi cultivator with excellent eyesight; how could they not see clearly?

Sato could see it clearly.

That slip shattered his heart.

He felt as if a green meadow was growing on the top of his head at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The kind that's bright green.

And what about that bastard Ji Zuodao?

Instead of dodging, he grabbed Huizi's hand, rubbed it in his palm, and admired it with an expression as if he were appreciating a work of art.

"Oh my, Ms. Keiko, your skin is so beautiful, so smooth and tender, like a peeled egg. What skincare products do you use? I'll recommend them to my mom later."

Huizi blushed even more as he held her hand. She lowered her head and said softly, "Mr. Ji, you flatter me... I didn't actually use any special skincare products..."

"So this is natural?" Ji Zuodao asked in surprise. "Tsk tsk tsk, natural beauty is hard to hide. Miss Huizi's skin is so lovely, I want to keep it as a keepsake."

Upon hearing this, Keiko looked up, a hint of allure in her eyes: "Alright, if Mr. Hime likes it..."

That's an incredibly ambiguous statement.

Sato felt his blood pressure had spiked to an unprecedented level.