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

824 The Finale 8
Zhou Jing didn't want to care about it at first, but thinking of Peng Fei's pitiful eyes looking at the proprietress, he let go of the hand holding the door frame and walked to follow.

"me and you together."

The inn was close to no man's land, and many guests came for her. If something happened, there was no need to find a place to throw the body.

Quan Jiu had already reached the stairs, and he didn't refuse when he heard the words:

"It's a bit dark, watch your step."

The two opened the door of the inn and went around to the small tin shed at the back, which was close to the scenic spot. The location of the inn was already remote and desolate.

The small shed is surrounded by blue iron sheets, like a sealed container, unlock the door, and the large porcelain tank opposite the stove is filled with water.

Quan Jiu pressed the light switch on the wall, and the warm yellow light turned on, explaining.

"This place often loses power, so a generator was placed next to it."

Zhou Jing was standing on her left, without closing the kitchen door.

The woman scooped water from the large porcelain vat into the pot and boiled it. Her skeleton was really small. When she bent over to scoop the water, the cloak on her left shoulder accidentally slipped off because of inconvenient movements, revealing a small section of her fair and fragrant shoulder.

The other party also noticed this. Holding the ladle, the other hand pulled up the cloak at will. The loose cloak did not return to its original position, and the white shoulders were almost exposed, and a few scattered strands of hair were hanging down. At the collarbone, there was a loose laziness all over his body.

He stroked his thumb with his index finger, inexplicably wanting to smoke a cigarette, but when he found that there was no cigarette case in his coat pocket, he took his hand out of his pocket with a blank expression, and his very coherent movements, in the eyes of outsiders, looked more like his hands When it's cold, put your hands in your pockets to keep warm.

Quan Jiu glanced at it lightly, and suddenly took out a pack of cigarettes from the stove.

"Do you smoke?"

Zhou Jing: "I don't smoke women's cigarettes."

Quan Jiu: "It's not ladies' cigarettes."

Only then did Zhou Jing approach, and it turned out to be the Yellow Crane Tower. He hesitated for a moment, and reached out to take the cigarette case. At the moment of handover, the two fingertips briefly touched.

Her fingertips were warm, and she had touched her hand, as if it had also been contaminated with the fragrance of her body.

The blue natural gas on the stove was burning brightly. He brought the cigarette close to the fire source, and the butt of the cigarette soon became scarlet.

The smoke was lingering, Zhou Jing remembered something, and looked back at her:

"Do you mind if I smoke here?"

Many smokers also dislike secondhand smoke.

After drinking, Quan leaned against the kitchen counter and stood facing him: "You can do whatever you want."

Zhou Jing took two puffs of his cigarette, and lightly tapped the hand holding the cigarette: "Did you know my cards for the first round of Werewolf Killing tonight?"

After struggling all night, he still asked.

He found his assumption absurd, and the idea that his assumption was true was even more absurd.

At the end of the first round, he glanced at her cards, the prophet, as long as she is willing, he will lose the first round, but she still let him go all the way.

Quan Jiu leaned against the kitchen counter bonelessly, covered his lips lazily and yawned, with a perfunctory tone:

"Is there? How can I have such a prophet."

After getting a negative answer, Zhou Jing felt that something was confirmed.

The water in the pot was boiling. Quan Jiu found a big bathtub and was about to pour the hot water into it. She raised her hands to hold the sides of the pot. The high temperature made her withdraw her hand abruptly and took a step back. At the same time, There was a pull back force on the arm.

Looking at the billowing mist, Zhou Jing knew that the pot was hot, but this woman did it without even thinking about it.

After all, the person came out with him, and he couldn't just leave him alone. He was just about to pull the person back when he saw the person in front of him retreating.

The distance between the two was close, so she took two steps back and directly retreated into Zhou Jing's arms.

Quan Jiu: "..."

Zhou Jing: "..."

Embarrassingly, he still had one hand on her arm, and it looked like he was holding someone in his arms.

Zhou Jing didn't let go immediately, and looked down at her, then let go slowly.

"...how did you grow so big?"

After knowing that she was from the imperial capital, he probably guessed that she was a rich second generation, but he didn't expect her to be so ignorant of common sense, she seemed to be a young lady who didn't touch her fingers.

Quan Jiu was naturally acting on purpose, she stood up straight, her back away from the man's strong chest.

Xinxiang in his arms left together, Zhou Jing lowered his eyes, the cigarette butt touched the stone wall, a parabola flashed, and the cigarette fell steadily into the trash can.

The man bent down naturally, and picked up the water basin on the ground.

"Let's go back."

Quan Jiu: "Yes."

The two walked back, and as soon as they reached the second floor, they ran into Peng Fei and the others who were out looking for someone.

Peng Fei: "Brother Jing, where are you going? I knocked on the door just now, but no one answered inside."

The light was too dim, he only found Quan Jiu behind Zhou Jing after he walked in.

"Miss Boss, are you here too?" He turned his eyes around Zhou Jing and Quan Jiu, and realized later, "Did you go out together?"

As soon as the question came out, Xu Yuzan's expression changed when he was standing in the corner.

Quan Jiu smiled: "I happened to meet you, are you too hot? I asked just now, and I will call right away."

Hearing that it was a chance encounter, Xu Yuzan breathed a sigh of relief.

As if to confirm what she said, the incandescent lamp flickered twice, and the bright light re-illuminated the dark corridor.

Quan Jiu bypassed Zhou Jing and went upstairs: "It's getting late, let's go back and rest."

.........

At eight o'clock the next morning, a group of people went downstairs looking sleepy. They chartered a van yesterday and planned to go to the Hoh Xil Protection Station today.

Brother and sister Han Xun were carrying the camera equipment to the car, while Peng Fei leaned against the counter reluctantly, chatting with Quan Jiu while drinking coffee.

"Miss Boss, sell me another two bottles of your oxygen tank."

Quan Jiu was playing a game, and pointed to the payment QR code: "Two bottles of fifty."

Peng Fei quickly paid: "We're not sure if we can come back tonight, lady boss, please remember to leave the door open for us."

"Where is it so troublesome." Han Xun passed by, "Add a WeChat, and if there is something to say in advance, it will be fine?"

The corners of Peng Fei's mouth curled up, pleased with the tacit understanding between the brothers.

Quan Jiu: "Okay."

It happened that Zhou Jing passed by, watching Quan Jiu take out his phone, and added Peng Fei as a friend.

Peng Fei remarked "the most beautiful lady boss" for her: "By the way, lady boss, what's your name, I can make a note."

"Quanjiu."

Peng Fei: "Spring wine?"

Very small and fresh name.

Quanjiu: "The right to the right."

Peng Fei raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is there still someone with the surname Quan these days?"

This surname is domineering.

Han Xun and the others were also surprised. Peng Fei looked at Zhou Jing who was walking back and forth. In order to prove that he was not alone in his ignorance, he resolutely held Zhou Jing back.

"Brother Jing, have you heard of this surname?"

(End of this chapter)