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

847 The Finale 31
Xiaoyouzi stared at the tablet blankly.

"Some bad shows."

If it wasn't for the fact that his newly established agency wanted to sign the No. [-] female, he wouldn't have fallen to the point of watching Xianxia's romance.

I have to say that the Xianxia dramas in the past two years have been getting worse and worse. The "white mourning clothes" with fairy air are all the same. gas".

Although Zhou's Group's business is not involved in the entertainment industry, Zhou Jing has also been exposed to it from other places, so he probably knows the subtleties.

"If you don't like it, watch less."

His gaze swept across the screen inadvertently, and he caught a glimpse of the male protagonist wearing a black robe and sacrificing the sword with his body. When his soul flew into pieces, his head seemed to be hit hard by a sap. Shaking, he took a step back to stabilize his figure.

Xiaoyouzi raised her eyes and looked at him with concern: "What's wrong?"

In just a few seconds, Zhou Jing's face turned pale, cold sweat overflowed from his forehead, and wet the broken hair on his forehead.

He didn't hear Xiaoyouzi's words, his ears seemed to be submerged in water, everything around him seemed to have a "membrane" and became blurred.

"Don't go..."

"Qing Ze..."

"elder brother."

"Seventeen."

There was always someone calling a certain name repeatedly in his ears, and the voices were layered together, shaking his ear bones numb.

Different memory fragments broke into his mind like fast cars driving at high speed out of control. All the cars collided with each other, and the car body was destroyed and dented, which became a series of car accidents.

Just when he was about to be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, a voice as clear as water pierced through all barriers and landed firmly in his ears.

"Fengzui, don't go there."

"........."

Zhou Jing woke up suddenly.

Before opening his eyes, he finally saw the owner of the red-clothed figure in his dream.

The man turned his head among thousands of flowers, his sleeves were fluttering, his eyebrows were agile, and he was far more stunning than all the flowers.

There was a white ceiling in front of him, the smell of disinfectant was pungent, the house was quiet, the room was full of silence, but Zhou Jing's heart was beating wildly, making a deafening sound.

He raised his hand to cover his chest, took two deep breaths, and his rapid heartbeat calmed down.

"Click."

The door of the ward was suddenly gently pushed open from the outside.

Quan Jiu came in with a bowl of porridge, and met the man's bottomless black eyes.

She didn't notice the abnormality, and approached slowly: "Just woke up?"

Zhou Jing stared at her face silently, without saying a word.

Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Sick and stupid?"

She sat down on the stool next to the hospital bed, and just as her butt touched the bench, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled it forward violently.

Quan Jiu hastily protected the porridge in his hand, complaining:
"What are you doing, the porridge almost spilled..."

Zhou Jing held him in his arms, because he hadn't drank water for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse.

"If you spill it, I'll pay you another bowl."

Quan Jiu mercilessly debunks and sneers:
"You don't know how to cook, so don't pretend to be a master."

Zhou Jing: "I will."

He hugged him tighter.

Quan Jiu lay on her body, curled his lips into a smile, and raised his eyes to look at him:

"When will you..."

In the middle of speaking, she swallowed the rest of her words into the eyes of the man's pitch-black eyes.

Facing her sudden silence, Zhou Jing looked much calmer, took the porridge bowl from her hand, put it on the bedside table, and lowered his head to carefully check whether her hands were burned by the porridge.

He lowered his eyes, and his slender and thick eyelashes were like a small fan, reflecting a row of shadows under his eye sockets. After confirming that she was not injured, the man's hand did not let go, and his slender five fingers held her a little smaller. The hand of the trumpet said in a low voice.

"I will cook whatever you like."

There was no intention of asking for credit, the man's tone was as flat as water, but there was a kind of lingering lingering.

Quan Jiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, he asked back:
"Then tell me, what's my favorite food?"

Zhou Jing looked at her familiar eyebrows, and a gentle smile flashed in his eyes:
"Wine-stuffed duck."

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……Dividing line……

The modern part is said to be the main text, but it is actually a side story. For me, the main text is over when the Xianxia plane ends.

(End of this chapter)