Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 523 The Queen of Cold-Blooded Zombies vs the Leader of the Soft and Cute Lop-Eared Rabbit 42
The alien species knelt down on one knee, with its huge head lowered, bowed down and surrendered, completely daring not to look directly into the man's eyes.

Its ugly cheeks moved slightly, and its low and hoarse voice overflowed from its throat:
"Wang, when I went to the expedition, I didn't receive an order not to do anything."

Gentleman Rose nodded thoughtfully, and even smiled:

"So, I was the one who was wrong."

Hearing his laughter, the alien buried his head lower, his forehead touched the ground, without any dignity at all: "It's my ineffectiveness, please punish me."

The red rose appeared in the hands of the man at some point. He was sitting on the throne, playing with the rose branches and leaves with his big bony hands. His eyes were affectionately lowered, and his fingertips ran across the rose stems and leaves, as if stroking his lover's hair :

"How about casualties?"

The alien species who kowtowed and pleaded guilty did not dare to hide anything, and carefully reported the casualties of the old, weak, sick and disabled team truthfully.

The man twirled the delicate rose with his fingertips, tilted his head lazily, the hair on his forehead covered his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Hearing the report of the alien species, he repeated slowly, with a soft voice, like the sound of nature:
"I broke my hands..."

The man slowly raised his eyes, revealing a pair of cold and dark eyes.

"I can't bear to move a finger of her, you say you... how dare you?"

Killing intent welled up in his eyes, but his tone was still smiling, like a lover's whisper.

The alien was trembling, and finally understood why the man in front of him was furious.

"King, please give me a chance to make up for my mistakes."

"late."

Tang Lu's black eyes turned sharply, his eyes were sharp, the rose in his hand flew out of his palm, and the petals turned into sharp blades, piercing the eyebrows of the alien species.

The blood-stained red rose became more fragrant and gorgeous. It stretched its branches and leaves, and the red blood gradually faded, blending with its flower color.

It stood quietly in the air, and became an ordinary red rose again, beautiful and gorgeous.

After making sure that the blood had been completely digested, Rose spun around and flew back to the pocket on Tang Lu's chest, obediently and quietly.

"Grumbling..."

There was a strange sound of swallowing liquid in the hall.

The corpses of the dead xenomorphs became shriveled visible to the naked eye.

The vines wrapped around the throne slowly surged up and down, like the throat and esophagus of human beings when they eat.

The small white flowers on the green vines gradually turned blood red, the color was rich and delicate, as if blood would ooze out in the next second.

When the swallowing sound disappeared, the corpse of the alien species also disappeared.

The place where the corpse stayed was clean and tidy, as if everything just now was an illusion.

The man's slender, jade-like fingertips hit the armrest of the throne studded with jewels, and his sharp eyes looked around, glancing at a group of aliens with freaks in their hearts.

"Seeing her is like seeing me."

.........

Jing Che bandaged Quan Jiu's fractured left arm, and specially instructed him.

"Don't do anything during this time, just recuperate honestly, do you hear me?"

Quan Jiu had a headache: "You can't beat low-level zombies?"

Tang Sui decisively cut off her thoughts: "No."

Quan Jiusheng stared at the plastered left arm without love: "It will take at least half a month, right?"

She is so weak now, if she is not allowed to fight monsters and kill zombies for half a month, it is better to kill her.

She cast her eyes on Wang Jingyang for help: "Old Wang, you are more mature and sensible than them, please persuade them."

Wang Jingyang, who has always supported her, smiled kindly:
"This time, I think what Xiao Che said is right. You should heal your injuries first. You can't always let you rush ahead. After going through last night, the children have grown up, and the flowers in the greenhouse are easy to die. Xiaotong, you Try to let them go."

Song Lan raised her hand: "I second the proposal."

Quan Jiu instantly became an isolated and helpless commander, she sighed helplessly:

"Okay, listen to you, I've been recuperating recently."

……

Quan Jiu took out a bottle of Laoganma Youchizi, but it was confiscated by Jing Che before it was opened, and he handed her a bottle of milk.

"You can't eat spicy things right now."

Quan Jiu: "..."

It's better to kill her.

She managed to suppress the urge to "kill her brother", went back to the living room, and took out a military map, Tang Sui took it away before it was labeled.

"Sister, you need to rest now, don't use your brain too much."

Quan Jiu tried to protect his own interests: "I hurt my hand, not my brain."

Tang Sui took out a "Guidelines for Rapid Recovery of Orthopedic Patients" and read the sentence on the third row on page 17:
"That's not okay, the book says that excessive use of the brain will affect the recovery speed of the wound."

Quan Jiu: "Does it say in the book that the patient's bad mood will also affect the recovery speed of the wound?"

Tang Sui closed the book with a respectful and cautious attitude like a scientific researcher:
"I said, but I think you are in a good mood."

Quan Jiu: "...I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

"Protesting is invalid." Jing Che directly pushed her into Long Yan's room, "You can recuperate with Brother Seventeen honestly."

With a snap, the bedroom door closed.

Quan Jiu had no choice but to turn around and enter the room, seeing the man lying on the bed wrapped up like a mummy, her face softened slightly.

"Seventeen, does the wound still hurt?"

Long Yan was so badly injured that he couldn't move, so he could only stare at her with two eyeballs:
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

He saw her eyes turning red yesterday, and at that moment, the pain in his chest was more painful than a knife prick.

Quan Jiu sat down beside his bed, looking at the blood-soaked bandage, she mercilessly stretched out a finger and poked it in.

"hiss……"

Long Yan gasped in pain.

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Isn't it not painful?"

Long Yan pursed his lips aggrieved, knowing that he was wrong, his blue eyes stared silently.

Quan Jiu put on a serious expression:

"It hurts, it hurts, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, Seventeen, in front of me, there's no need to hide it."

She knew he didn't want her to worry, but if he kept it secret, it would only make her more worried.

"Like Jing Che, you are the person I trust the most, so don't hide anything from me, okay?" Quan Jiu said seriously.

When Long Yan heard these words, his eyes suddenly lit up.

She used to say—

"In the last days, Jing Che is the only person I can trust."

But now, she said—

"Like Jing Che, you are the person I trust the most."

Same as Jing Che.

The most trusted person.

Long Yan silently repeated this sentence several times in his heart, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

Seeing his expression, Quan Jiu knew that he was thinking about messy things again, she tapped his brow lightly to bring him back to his senses:

"Now answer me honestly, does the wound still hurt?"

Long Yan nodded obediently, like an elementary school student who complained to his parents after being bullied:
"Tong Tong, it hurts so much."

He frowned, honestly explaining how he feels now.

"It hurts everywhere, like being stabbed many times..."

(End of this chapter)