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

822 The Finale 6
"Old lady boss?"

Peng Fei watched blankly as the woman in the sky blue cheongsam descended the stairs and walked past him, blowing a slightly sweet scent of flowers and fruits.

The impact brought by real people is much stronger than that of photos. Even the innocent Han Xun couldn't help but look at it twice, and his eyes flashed with amazement.

The second generation of Beijing like them, surrounded by clouds of beauties since they were young, thought that they would no longer be amazing, but the woman in front of him was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen.

The corner of Quan Jiu's mouth curled up slightly, and he nodded at him as a greeting.

Peng Fei had a delicate mind, he could see that she was not very enthusiastic, she was just being polite, but he was not affected by it, on the contrary, he became more enthusiastic.

"When will the proprietress come back, and the work is over?"

Quan Jiu: "Not yet."

She came a few days early, and it took two days for Xiaoyouzi to show up.

Peng Fei nodded. He didn't dare to go too far in the first conversation, so he turned around and went upstairs to find Zhou Jing.

Zhao Xiaojing is Quan Jiu's little fan girl, she turns on the computer and enters the background.

"Miss Boss, do you want to check the account? Recently, the business is very good, and the house is full every day?"

Quan Jiu shook his head: "I'm here to watch, you go and rest for a while."

She poured herself a glass of whiskey and sat on a stool at the back of the bar.

Not long after, footsteps were heard upstairs again.

"Brother Jing, believe me, this proprietress is amazing! I have seen so many young models and actresses, but she makes my heart almost stop. Could it be the feeling of heartbeat?"

"........."

"Brother Jing, why don't you just talk, give me some feedback."

"........."

"Okay, you are the most ascetic, and when you see the proprietress later, you will know that I didn't lie to you."

The volume of Peng Fei's gossip was not loud, and a normal person would not be able to hear his chatter after one floor away. Unfortunately, what he met was a certain deity.

When Zhou Jing said this, the scene in the back garden automatically popped up in his mind. A woman with black hair and red lips, Wanfa, entered the house with an oil-paper umbrella, her limbs were slender and white, and the two faced each other across the sea of ​​flowers under the moonlight. .

Peng Fei did not lie this time.

The corner of the wooden stairs was facing the front desk, and when Zhou Jing raised his eyes from the corner, he met the slender figure.

Her skeleton is smaller than that of ordinary girls, especially the shoulders. The pair of shoulder blades facing away from him are slightly retracted. The small figure makes people feel that they can all be stored in their arms.

Peng Fei winked at him.

Look, look, I didn't lie to you.

Zhou Jing ignored this idiot, and walked downstairs. Just two steps away, the woman's eyes from a distance happened to catch him. They met each other, and she smiled.

Zhou Jing: "..."

The heart beats inexplicably faster.

Peng Fei's mind was full of "Fuck Fuck Fuck" and went downstairs with the handrail of the stairs
Xu Yuzan looked at the tall man. Obviously Zhou Jing was not looking at Quan Jiu, but she instinctively felt a threat. As a woman, she clearly felt that everyone present was crushed the moment Quan Jiu appeared.

"Brother Jing, are you playing Werewolf?" Han Xun took out a card.

Zhou Jing washed her hair, and her black hair was slightly damp. She put on a large black T-shirt casually, and wore a pair of gray sports shorts on her lower body, making her look younger.

"Play, of course he wants to play." Peng Fei didn't mean to drink.

The last girl in the line, Li Xinmo, rolled her eyes.

Han Xun shook his head and cooperated with him: "There are six of us, isn't there a little less people?"

Peng Fei patted him on the shoulder: "Then find someone else."

Brothers!
He turned his head to look at Quan Jiu: "Is the proprietress coming?"

Zhou Jing frowned, feeling that he was too impulsive, they were very accurate at identifying people, and the proprietress was obviously hot on the outside and cold on the inside, she seemed polite, but she was actually alienated.

Xu Yuzan also had the same idea, thinking that the proprietress would definitely not agree,
"Okay."

Quan Jiu laughed.

.........

"There are seven of us, and I am God, leaving two wolves, two people, a prophet, and a witch."

Peng Fei dealt six cards and flipped them on the table, asking them to draw cards one by one.

Quan Jiu flopped and saw, good guy, prophet.

Peng Fei's eyes often glanced at Quan Jiu, using his identity as a god to look at people openly:
"Okay, the game starts, please close your eyes when it gets dark, and open your eyes for werewolves."

Zhou Jing and Han Ranran opened their eyes at the same time.

Peng Fei: "Please choose the target you want to assassinate."

Han Ranran decisively chose her brother.

Zhou Jing was hesitating, he looked at the woman sitting across from him with closed eyes, and felt a hidden threat.

Peng Fei: "Are you sure?"

Han Ranran looked at Zhou Jing eagerly, Zhou Jing frowned slightly, and finally nodded.

Peng Fei smiled mischievously: "Werewolves please close your eyes, prophets please open your eyes, please choose the object you want to check."

"Should I remind you?" written all over his face.

Quan Jiu looked around and pointed at Han Xun. Peng Fei shook his head and gave a negative answer.

Peng Fei: "Prophet, please close your eyes, witch, please open your eyes."

Han Xun opened his eyes.

Peng Fei suppressed a smile and pointed at Han Xun's face: "He is the one who died tonight. May I ask if you should use the antidote?"

The corner of Han Xun's mouth twitched and he nodded.

Peng Fei made an ok gesture:
"Okay, it's dawn, tonight is Christmas Eve, everyone can open their eyes."

Christmas Eve means no casualties.

Peng Fei: "Speak from my left, and Xin Mo will start."

Li Xinmo shrugged innocently:

"There was no sense of game experience on the first night, players with eyes closed the whole time, I am a commoner, let's jump next."

Han Xun looked at Li Xinmo meaningfully:
"Those who say they are civilians, eight out of ten are wolves."

Everyone thought he was targeting Li Xinmo, but Han Xun changed the subject and looked at his sister.

"I am a prophet. I verified Ran Ran's identity last night. She is an iron wolf."

Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows calmly, he didn't expect someone to pretend to be a prophet.

Zhou Jing tapped the table with her fingertips: "I also dance the prophet. I tested Li Xinmo last night. She is a commoner."

Li Xinmo's eyes lit up, someone finally believed in her identity as a commoner, she began to favor Zhou Jing in her heart, and she was more willing to believe in his identity as a prophet!
Xu Yuzan: "There is only one prophet, and there must be a fake brother and brother Han Xun."

She has no clue for now.

When it was time for Quan Jiu to speak: "I am a witch, I saved Han Xun last night."

As soon as she opened her mouth, the situation immediately reversed.

Assuming she was really a witch, Han Xun who was killed must be a good person. After all, there are only two wolves, and the possibility of a werewolf killing himself is unlikely.

Han Xun is a good person, so Zhou Jing, who competed with him for the status of a prophet, is intriguing.

Han Ranran didn't bother to watch the excitement: "I dance the prophet, I tested my brother last night, he is an iron wolf."

The two brothers and sisters of the Han family were playing Werewolf. If Han Ranran was a prophet, she would almost immediately check Han Xun's identity. Everyone was already used to her actions.

(End of this chapter)