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

Chapter 571
Quan Jiu was wearing a white cake tutu skirt, his fluffy blond hair was tied into two little buns, he was holding a glass of watermelon juice in his two little hands, and there were suspected juice stains around his mouth.

She was actually very familiar with the "kidnapper" in front of her.

Lu Zewen, Lu Zhiyao's brother.

The third eldest in the Lewis family.

There is a natural emotional deficiency disorder, lack of emotional indifference, and inability to empathize, and even treats his biological parents with an indifferent and alienated attitude.

Such a personality is naturally suitable for being a cold-blooded and ruthless capitalist. Lu Zewen lived up to expectations. On the surface, he is a well-known CEO in the Huaguo region, but secretly he runs a blood club to provide fresh human blood for blood clansmen.

In the original plot, Lu Zewen was indifferent to the heroine from the beginning to the end. He was only surprised for a moment when he heard the news of the heroine's death. In the afternoon, he went to the island with his partner for vacation, without being affected at all.

Being targeted by such an inhuman vampire gui will not end well anyway.

Lu Zewen looked at this scruffy brat, but couldn't see where she looked like a god.

Quan Jiu was still recalling the plot, when suddenly someone grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

With her feet dangling in the air, she frowned uncomfortably.

The man has no sympathy for beauty: "What's so special about your gods?"

Quan Jiu: "..."

According to the timeline, the original owner doesn't even know that he is a god now, and the gods will not activate their first skills until they are at least three years old.

She blinked: "I tell you, can you let me go?"

Lu Zewen said indifferently: "No."

"Then why should I tell you?" Quan Jiu refused with a look of course.

Lu Zewen tapped his chin slowly with his fingertips.

It seems that he is still a little devil with a temper.

The man seemed to be busy with work, and the computer and mobile phone beeped from time to time, so Quan Jiu was left in the living room by him and ignored. She tried to open the door to escape, but found that the door locks of the entire villa required fingerprints.

With a helpless look, she could only turn on the projector. The dramas that Lu Zewen subscribed to were all documentaries from various countries, and they were still unsubtitled versions. She clicked on a legend about the blood clan and watched it.

When Lu Zewen went downstairs, what he saw was Quan Jiu, who was nestled on the sofa, wrapped in a rice dumpling with only one head exposed.

The little girl's face was red, her skin could be broken by blows, her face was full of baby fat, her blue eyes occupied most of the face, her eyelashes were long and thick, like a row of small fans.

She seemed to see the doubtful part, her eyebrows were knotted, and her moist pink lips were tightly pressed, looking like a burnt marshmallow, wrinkled.

It was also at this moment that Lu Zewen deeply felt that this was a genuine cub of a god.

At least in terms of appearance, her looks are unmatched.

There was a slight itch between the teeth, the man's red tongue moved slightly, and the fangs that were eager to stick out his head retracted again.

He opened the door and took takeaway. The dishes were very rich, six dishes and two soups.

Lu Zewen took out a goblet, but there was no red wine on the table.

Quan Jiu looked at the empty glass: "Don't you drink?"

Lu Zewen looked at her with a half-smile, the warm yellow light made his eyebrows and eyes mysterious.

"Of course there are better things to drink than wine."

A chill came down Quan's back after drinking.

Lu Zewen spread out the delicately folded handkerchief on the table, and inside lay a silver needle shining coldly.

Quan Jiu: "..."

Lu Zewen is obsessed with cleanliness. He never directly bites her to suck blood. Every time, he pricks her with a fruit knife or a silver needle to get blood.

His tone was gentlemanly and polite: "When you get to this position, just take a sip."

He drew a line on the side of the goblet about half a centimeter from the bottom of the goblet.

Quan Jiu felt a dull pain in his fingers.

"Is one drop okay?" She discussed.

Lu Zewen folded his hands gracefully in front of his stomach, and said nothing, obviously meaning that there was nothing to discuss.

Quan Jiu didn't intend to use bitter tricks, the other party lacked feelings and was not a normal person, she would not get any sympathy for her by pretending to be pitiful.

"Mr. Lu Zewen, you are not a gentleman at all." She directly cut the index finger of her left hand with a knife.

Bright red blood flowed down the index finger, and a rich and seductive aroma suddenly wafted through the air.

Lu Zewen's casual eyes immediately changed, his black eyes narrowed sharply, and his eyes were glued to the wall of the cup.

Quan Jiu didn't notice her abnormality, she was too short, sitting on a chair, her head was barely above the table, she raised her arm, and barely pointed her index finger at the rim of the goblet.

The red liquid snaked down slowly and climbed over the crystal clear glass wall, and the frozen liquid was like the five-pointed star-shaped grille that condensed on the glass window in winter.

Lu Zewen's Adam's apple moved slightly, his expression was calm, but his undulating chest revealed his true emotions.

He looked at the drop of blood hanging on Quan Jiu's fingertip, stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and grabbed her wrist.

Quan Jiu was taken aback, and looked back at him. After realizing that there was something wrong with his eyes, he shrank back on the chair and distanced himself from him.

"Lu Zewen?"

Lu Zewen only had eyes for the blush on her fingertips, and couldn't hear her voice at all. The man forcefully held her wrist, his thin lips slowly moved closer, and his sharp white fangs stuck out...

Quan Jiu cursed secretly, immediately wiped the wound clean with the hem of his skirt, and covered it.

With Lu Zewen's out-of-control appearance, she seriously doubts that he can suck her into jerky.

The blood beads suddenly disappeared, Lu Zewen frowned in displeasure, and his mind returned a bit.

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, his eyes were slightly closed, but the fragrance in the air lingered in his nose for a long time and could not go away.

He didn't like the feeling of being out of control, but at that moment just now, he was indeed out of control.

Lu Zewen opened his eyes again, and when his eyes fell on the blood stains left in the glass, his originally clear vision became blurred again, red light flashed in his black eyes, faintly showing signs of eruption...

Quan Jiu looked at the man who was getting more and more wrong, picked up the princess dress, and ran upstairs.

Lu Zewen didn't chase after him. He picked up the goblet with his slender fingers, brought the tip of his nose close to the mouth of the cup, and took a deep breath, as if savoring the mellow vintage wine.

Two sharp small fangs protruded slowly. He licked the fangs with the tip of his tongue, opened his thin lips slightly, and slowly drank the blood in the cup.

The sweetness made him narrow his eyes slightly, as if enjoying the ultimate pleasure.

……

Quan Jiu randomly entered a room and locked the door behind him, only to find out that it was actually a piano room.

She climbed onto the piano bench, and only then began to recall Lu Zewen's abnormality.

In the original plot, the original owner's god blood is attractive to the four brothers, but it is only attractive, and the out-of-control scene just now will never happen.

It was like trying to swallow her whole, without leaving a single drop of blood...

She took a deep breath, found a clean towel, and wrapped the wound on her index finger tightly.

(End of this chapter)