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

Chapter 630
He was used as a sandbag to practice his hands, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen until he died.

Rushing into the lair of the werewolf tribe, he took the head of the werewolf king alone and survived.

"It was just a minor operation, why did he die..."

Lu Zewen opened the drawer, found the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and held it under his fingertips, and swiped the lighter switch with his right hand several times, but he still failed to light it.

He frowned impatiently, and roughly threw the cigarette and the expensive lighter into the trash can.

The two lay quietly in the trash can, which was inexplicably unpleasant, Lu Zewen kicked the trash can, took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Drink?"

……

"I said brother, the recent company acquisition is not going well?"

Xu Jinglong looked at the bottle after bottle, the man with his expression still indifferent, stretched out his hand to hold him down as he poured wine into his mouth.

"Or did you lose your temper because you didn't eat in time?"

With the luster of wine on his thin lips, Lu Zewen gave him a cold sideways glance, without saying a word.

Xu Jinglong let go of the restraining action: "Okay, you are the uncle, I won't ask any more."

Lu Zewen drank two bottles of wine, and suddenly thought of the occupation of the person in front of him:
"Will your doctor misdiagnose?"

Xu Jinglong lowered his head and replied to the message on the phone with a relaxed tone:
"Yes, but it depends on which one you are talking about."

"The kind that was misdiagnosed as a dead person."

The man in the camel windbreaker stopped replying to the message and looked up at the man drinking:
"Brother, this is not a misdiagnosis, this is called a fraudulent corpse."

When a person dies, he is dead, and he comes back to life after death, a proper fraudulent corpse.

"Oh."

Lu Zewen said lightly, raised his head and took another sip of wine.

Xu Jinglong became curious now.

Although he is an authentic human being, all he does is blood business. After coming and going, he became friends with Lu Zewen.

Having been friends for so many years, he is well aware of his friend's lack of emotion. This is the first time he has seen him so emotionally exposed. Obviously, things are not simple.

"Your brother is gone?"

As far as he knew, just one road away held some weight in his heart.

Lu Zewen sneered: "It's impossible for you to lose him without him."

Xu Jinglong nodded calmly: "That's true, I am an ordinary human being, so naturally I don't live longer than your blood clansmen."

Lu Zewen didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to drink with his head down.

Xu Jinglong also understood that he didn't want to find someone to drink and reminisce about the past at all, but wanted to drink to vent himself.

He naturally wouldn't stop his buddy from drinking. When Lu Zewen was drunk, he curled his lips, took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, opened the address book, found a familiar phone number, and dialed it.

"Beep beep."

No one answered the phone, Xu Jinglong raised his eyebrows and looked at him:
"Your wolf cub is on strike today?"

It turned out that the drunk man lying on the sofa suddenly opened his eyes, and shot his face coldly.

Xu Jinglong's back felt cold, he didn't understand what he was doing, and just about to start swearing, the words he asked tonight suddenly flashed in his mind.

He opened his black eyes slightly, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes:
"Isn't it? The person you're talking about today is a wolf cub?"

I can't blame him for being surprised. Lance went crazy. He is an unstoppable god of killing. He can cut off the head of the werewolf king and successfully escaped from the werewolf tribe. He really can't think of anyone who can kill such a big boss. he.

A sharp coldness flashed in Lu Zewen's eyes.

Xu Jinglong frowned slightly, and finally understood which pot he was not opening and which pot he was lifting, and touched his reverse scales, he was really angry.

As a person with sense of humor, he decisively chose to change the subject.

"Forget it, you're drunk, I'll drive you back."

.........

Lu Zewen had a dream.

In the dream, Lance became a little wolf cub again, chasing him for milk.

At that time, he was staying up all night for half a month on a case, and he kicked him away impatiently. The little wolf cub fell on the carpet, whimpering and screaming like a baby, which sounded pitiful.

Lu Zewen frowned slightly as he watched "myself" kicking the little wolf cub away indifferently.

There are many more of the same thing.

Everyone is excited to celebrate Christmas, every house is decorated with Christmas trees, gifts are exchanged, and the aroma of browned turkeys is emitted through the windows.

Only Lance, with his two bloody heads in his hands, looked blankly at the bustling surroundings. All normal people's lives had nothing to do with him.

Another example.

On the day of the hunt, he saw with his own eyes that Lance drained most of the blood in his body in order to use the secret escape technique, and his steps faltered, but he never left him alone...

Lu Zewen was finally awakened by a sudden ringing of the phone.

The secretary's anxiously lowered voice came from the other end:
"Mr. Lu, have you arrived at the company? Mr. Friedrich and his team have arrived, and the meeting will start in 2 minutes. Do you need me to come downstairs to pick you up?"

Lu Zewen just woke up, still immersed in a dream: "What meeting?"

The secretary choked for a moment: "It's just a meeting with Nicai Company... You can't be... forget it..."

The more he talked, the lower his voice became, and finally became inaudible.

Lu Zewen glanced at the crumpled suit jacket beside the bed, got up and got out of bed, and said coldly:

"Hold people, I'll come here now."

.........

Quan Jiu sat in the classroom, staring at the white paper on the table, but his eyes were not focused.

Wang Hemiao looked over: "It's rare to see you take notes in class, hurry up and copy it for me."

He pulled the white paper, but saw "Andrew" written on it.

"Little Xixi, you can't be such a scumbag, eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot, having a younger brother is not enough, you want to take down your older brother too?"

Quan Jiu pulled back the white paper: "Go away."

The other three raiders were more or less frowning, only Andrew was left, and there was no room to attack.

Well...it can't be counted as nothing.

It's just that the method is a bit ruthless, and she is considering whether to use it or not.

Wang Hemiao approached with a playful smile: "I'm just kidding, don't tell Steward Lu about this."

Quan Jiu gave a perfunctory "Yes", and was hesitating whether to skip class, when he received a message from Andrew as usual.

The passionate man would send her messages every day, she would reply occasionally, but most of the time she would not reply.

[Andrew: I have a friend who wants to come to City C to film, I can take you to visit the set, do you want to come? 】

Quan Jiu clicked on the picture he sent, with a dazed expression on his face.

Who is it?

When Wang Hemiao saw the photo, he didn't care about staying in class, and spit out a shocking "fuck".

"Student, do you have any objection to the content of my lecture?" The old professor tapped on the blackboard.

Wang Hemiao hesitated for a second, and hurriedly apologized:

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I was hit by a book just now."

The old professor sighed, opened and closed one eye: "Be careful next time."

When he turned back to write on the blackboard, Wang Hemiao excitedly grabbed Quan Jiu's arm,

"Fuck! My good sister, the king of heaven wants to take you to visit Christine's class?!"

(End of this chapter)