The villain's way to tame the protagonist

“…Pfft, um, okay, I won’t laugh anymore.”

Under Ming Furo's cold gaze, Ansher gradually restrained his overly happy smile. He coughed lightly and looked at Ming Furo with a slightly more serious look.

"First of all, I don't deny what you said, Luo. Whether it's your talent or your role in my life, there's nothing wrong with that."

"That's not what I want to hear first." Ming Fuluo frowned slowly, "Because it means you might reject me next."

"Well... you appear to be much calmer than I thought."

"Because this is the most important decision in your life."

After receiving this tacit rejection, Ming Fuluo's mood did not change: "I understand your caution. Besides, the facts I stated will not change."

There is no one in this world who is more suitable to be the leader of Anser Hydrachi than Ming Fuluo Zeger, and this fact will never change. Ming Fuluo's confidence in this matter has not wavered in the slightest.

"but……"

Although she did not overreact to Anser's rejection, Ming Fuluo still asked with a little displeasure: "I don't quite understand why you are rejecting me now. Overall, it should be just that your strength is too weak, but I think if it were you, you would care more about potential than strength."

"Well..." Anser looked at Ming Fuluo and suddenly chuckled, "Let's talk about it when you are more mature."

"..."

The woman looked down subconsciously, and then her expression immediately became extremely cold: "Ansel, you'd better be kidding."

Obviously, the young Hydra touched upon a rather taboo topic.

Even though he was warned like this, Anser smiled and said nonchalantly:

"No, I'm not kidding."

He reached out and touched Ming Fuluo, and said meaningfully:

"When you are mature enough, Ming Fuluo, when you are truly mature, then we can talk about the matter of the first contract."

"But you are right."

Before Ming Furo got completely angry, Ansher quickly withdrew his hand from her head, and his voice was gentle and confident, full of confidence in Ming Furo.

"I also think that there shouldn't be anyone in this world who is more suitable to be my chief concubine than you."

*

Ming Fuluo has been lost in memories lately.

When she thought of the words Ansel had said to her, she couldn't help but begin to figure out how many lies there were.

Was that promise and recognition also a lie?

"Anser... so boring..."

In the alchemy workshop where there should have been only two people, a third person who didn't fit in appeared.

However, based on the frequency of interaction between the other two people, Ming Fuluo should actually be the third party.

Xitana rested her head on Anther's legs and rolled around on the sofa, saying she was bored while rolling and sniffing Anther's belly.

Ming Fuluo couldn't understand why Ansher's first chief, who might also be the most important chief in his mind, would be such a... humanoid animal.

Although she could not deny that Hitana was powerful, it was clear that what Ansel Hydra needed least was power.

If he and Hydra cooperated, they could create a great era that no one could imagine; but what could this guy, who was rolling around and sniffing around in Hydra's belly, do?

Help Hydra pick up the toys that were thrown hundreds of meters away?

...Although this thought flashed through her mind, and she expressed contempt for Xitana in her words, it was impossible for Ming Furo to think completely this way deep down in her heart.

Anyone chosen by Anser must have something special about him.

No matter how bad the impression she made on herself was, this Xitana Lancemalos must have some qualities that made Hydra treat her like this.

but……

"Anser, what on earth are you going to tinker with?"

"Anser, who is against you? Who do you want to fight? Can I come on?"

"Anser, are we going to stay here forever? I'm afraid I'll break something by accident."

"Anser, I..."

crunch--

Ming Furo stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh friction sound on the floor. Xitana subconsciously shrank her neck, then turned to look at Ming Furo, her face full of confusion.

"Anser..." The girl hooked her arm around Anser's neck and whispered in his ear, "She seems to be very unwelcoming to me."

"It's not as if." Anser smiled and rubbed Xitana's head, "But she can't do anything to you."

"The premise is that she doesn't interfere with our work." Ming Furo's voice came from the workbench.

"So what if it's a hindrance?"

Before Xitana could speak, Anser raised his eyebrows and said, "Ming Fuluo, you got one thing wrong. I was not forced to stand on the same boat with you. I just came to assist you out of kindness and morality in my heart."

Ming Fuluo was silent for a moment, then turned her head and looked at Anser, "Aren't you afraid that the image you created in front of those people will collapse?"

"Why did it collapse?" Anser laughed lightly, "Is it difficult to put all the problems on you?"

"..." Miss Hitana at the side kept scratching her head, feeling that it sounded familiar.

"Besides, I have been gracious enough to agree to your request - I will only keep my eyes on you, Ming Fuluo."

"However." The evil Hydra gently stroked the soft and firm waist of the girl in his arms, "It is limited to the research time."

Hearing the ambiguous breathing, Ming Furo lowered her eyes slightly and said nothing.

Working hours...Ansher's working hours are different from hers.

Even if she could understand Anser's idea as quickly as possible, it would take Ming Furo a very long time to turn it into reality.

What about Anser? Anser was only responsible for outputting theories and structures. Logically speaking, this should be a task that is no less difficult than practical operation, but he was always able to give the ideas and specific plans for each stage very easily and clearly, as if there was no research process at all. The whole thing was completely disassembled and mastered by him a long time ago, and finally became an extremely perfect and crazy masterpiece.

So, every time Anser explained the idea of ​​a stage to Ming Furo, the latter had to spend a lot of time on experiments, while the former had nothing to do because as soon as Ming Furo finished, he could immediately give a complete idea for the next stage, so he had, well... nothing to do.

This was exactly the same as the assignment of tasks they had received in that crude alchemy workshop in the small basement three years ago.

However, no matter how idle Anser was at that time, the only person he could talk to and tease was Ming Furo, so even though they had nothing to do, the relationship between them was close.

And now...

"An, Anser!" A shy whisper sounded in the alchemy workshop, "Don't...ah!"

"..."

Ming Fuluo remained silent and continued with the work at hand. The idea of ​​this new "weapon" gave her some inspiration, but it also made her feel a certain... danger.

An inexplicable intuition told her that she could no longer continue studying this dangerous thing.

But no matter what your intuition is, the fact is that if this idea can be realized, it is probably the only salvation for the Tower of Babel at present.

So we must——

"Wait a minute...you are not allowed to..."

The sentimental breathing sounds and subtle words once again interrupted Ming Furuo's meditation. The woman closed her eyes and took two seconds to adjust her breathing. When she opened her eyes again, her expression was calm.

Ming Furo has long been accustomed to controlling herself and suppressing her emotions. As long as it is necessary, she will not be swayed by her emotions. What's more, in this situation where Ansel is clearly trying to influence her?

"Why, are you shy?"

“…You, you are talking nonsense! She is not Lina, I, I don’t want…”

"Then just cover your eyes so you can't see her."

"Why don't you cover her eyes?"

"You mean it's OK if she doesn't look at you?"

"I--"

"Enough." Ming Furo's cold voice echoed in the alchemy workshop.

She didn't look back, still staring at the table, but she stopped working on her work.

Anser, who was holding the panting Xitana, raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "What's wrong, Ming Fuluo?"

"You, the two of you." Ming Fuluo, who had her back to the two of them, said in a cold tone, "You're affecting my work."

"Hmm? That's not like you, Ming Fuluo."

Anser's fingertips traced along Hitana's neck, and a subtle electric current intermittently flowed from the collar to the girl's limbs and bones, making her make cute sounds like a puppy from time to time.

Anser, who still went his own way, said in a light tone: "In the past, you wouldn't be bothered by such trivial matters."

Deep in those ocean-blue eyes, there lay a coldness that Ming Furo could not see.

He said in a teasing tone that was completely different from his cold tone: "Even if you regard me as a betrayer, do you still have any attachment or expectations for me? Like I said, you really regard me as the most special person? Then I am really a little, um... flattered."

"Anser...Anser..."

Xitana gently licked Ansher's neck, bit open the buttons of his lining with her teeth, then kissed his collarbone tenderly, and murmured in a daze:

"Please don't talk to her...Xi'er is much better than her..."

A girl who has tasted the sweetness of life will always become frank. Recently, Xitana has begun to skip the stage of being reluctant but willing. After symbolically making excuses three or four times, she began to try to take the initiative.

However, Ansher did not continue to do so, but whispered something in Xitana's ear.

In just a moment, the desire and confusion in the girl's eyes disappeared without a trace. She stood up from sitting astride Ansel's legs, kissed Ansel's cheek, grabbed the white leather coat on the sofa and put it on, without even looking at Ming Furo, and strode out of the laboratory.

When Xitana passed by her, Ming Fuluo felt a sense of brutality and danger that almost pierced her soul.

Just like the instinct of life to seek benefits and avoid harm, when the top predator releases its brutal murderous intent, any creature must retreat three feet away. Even if they have not yet had this thought, their instinct has already reacted in advance.

"A Luo."

When Xitana was not around, Anser changed back to the old name. He held his chin with one hand, stared at Ming Fuluo's back, and said in a light tone with a hint of joking:

"Why don't you answer my question? Are you shy because of what I said? In the past, you basically started analyzing the situation directly. At least... you should say something tough. I can't be sure what your situation is now."

What's going on? Ming Fuluo is very clear about her own situation, and even more so about the current situation.

There was one thing that she had made very clear from the beginning - that was that no matter what Anser did, he would regard it as a prelude to taming himself.

As long as he carries out this idea, no matter how many tricks Anser has, even if he cannot see through them, he will never be easily tricked by his schemes.

"You're right, Anser."

Without looking back, Ming Fuluo resumed her work and said indifferently, "Even now, I still have illusions about you. I think you have the possibility to embark on the same path with me again."

It was because she believed this so deeply that she kept contacting Anser even after they "parted ways".

"You are indeed special. You are the most creative genius I have ever met. You are so talented that I cannot stand other mediocre people."

"At the same time, you are the only friend in my life so far."

Ming Furo began to talk about her relationship with Anser and her views on Anser. These words clearly sounded like an intimate confession, a rousing outpouring... But in fact, in Ming Furo's mouth, these things were just cold realities.

A reality that can be analyzed and disassembled.

"Because of this, I would misjudge you and be disturbed by this emotion. And you saw this point clearly, so you repeatedly emphasized that 'I am useless to you', but also said that 'you are special to me' and 'you and I can always be friends'... and now, you use this contract of yours to stir up my desire to become your contract of yours."

The way she deconstructed the materials became more and more steady, the speed at which she deconstructed the facts became faster and faster, and she became calmer and calmer, so calm that it made people feel that she seemed to have stripped away all things related to "people".

"You want me to be caught between expectations and hatred for you, so that I can't tell my feelings for you or myself apart. In the end, you will firmly control me and make me a puppet who obeys your orders... But unfortunately, Hydra, you will never succeed again."

A metal insect-shaped object the size of a fingernail appeared on the processing table.

Ming Fuluo never looked back even once from beginning to end:

"Because I have been able to factor in my feelings for you and everything I've experienced with you into my thinking. From now on, it is no longer my memory of you, but a tool I use to dismantle your conspiracy."

Her chilling, almost insane rationality seemed to... have taken another step forward.

Anser, who heard this, sighed with regret: "Really? That's really sad."

Although he said this sadly, there was no shock of "failure" in his eyes, not even any surprise.

It was as if... even though his conspiracy had been uncovered by Ming Fuluo again, he had not lost at all.

Bang!

In just a few minutes, the door of the alchemy workshop was opened again. The prey was harvested. Xitana, half covered in blood, walked into the room carelessly, threw a corpse to the ground, and then ran towards Anser happily: