Chapter 635: Blood Clan Loyal Butler vs. Godly Lady 64
He used him as a punching bag to practice his skills, and beat him up so badly that his face was bruised but he didn't die.
He rushed into the werewolf lair and took the werewolf king's head alone without dying.
"It was just a minor operation, how could he die..."
Lu Zewen opened the drawer, found the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and held it between his fingertips. He swiped the lighter switch with his right hand several times but couldn't light it.
He frowned impatiently and roughly threw the cigarette and the expensive lighter into the trash can.
The two of them lay quietly in the trash can, inexplicably displeasing each other. Lu Zewen kicked the trash can, took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Drink?"
…
"Hey brother, are you having trouble with the recent company acquisition?"
Xu Jinglong looked at the man who was drinking bottle after bottle with an indifferent expression, and reached out to stop him from pouring wine into his mouth.
"Or is it because you didn't eat in time that you got angry?"
Lu Zewen's thin lips were shiny with wine. He glanced at him coldly without saying a word.
Xu Jinglong relaxed his restraining gesture: "Alright, you're the boss, I won't ask any more questions."
Lu Zewen drank two bottles of wine and suddenly thought of the occupation of the person in front of him:
"Will your doctor make a misdiagnosis?"
Xu Jinglong lowered his head and replied to the message on his phone with a relaxed tone:
"Yes, but it depends on which one you are talking about."
"The kind that leads to death through misdiagnosis."
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 pretending to be dead."
When a person dies, he is dead. To come back to life is definitely a zombie.
"oh."
Lu Zewen said lightly, looking up and taking another sip of wine.
Xu Jinglong became curious now.
Although he is a genuine human, all he does is vampire business. After a few interactions, he became friends with Lu Zewen.
After so many years of friendship, he was well aware of his friend's lack of emotional connection. This was the first time he saw him so emotionally exposed, and it was obvious that something was wrong.
"Your brother is gone?"
As far as he knew, it was just a road away and held a certain weight in his heart.
Lu Zewen sneered: "It's impossible for you to be without him."
Xu Jinglong nodded calmly: "That's true. I'm just an ordinary human, so naturally I won't live longer than you vampires."
Lu Zewen didn't bother to pay attention to him and lowered his head to continue drinking.
Xu Jinglong also understood that he didn't want to find someone to drink with and reminisce about the past, but he wanted to drink to vent his emotions.
Since his buddy wanted to drink, he naturally wouldn't stop him. 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 cubs are on strike today?"
The drunk man lying on the sofa with his head tilted back suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold look swept across his face.
Xu Jinglong felt a chill on his back, not understanding what was wrong with him. Just as he was about to curse, the question he had asked tonight suddenly flashed through his mind.
He opened his black eyes slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"No way? The person you were talking about today is Wolf Cub?"
You can't blame him for being surprised. When Lance goes crazy, he's definitely an unstoppable killing god who can chop off the werewolf king's head and successfully escape from the werewolf tribe. He really can't imagine who can kill such a big boss.
A sharp coldness flashed in Lu Zewen's eyes.
Xu Jinglong frowned slightly, finally realizing that he had touched someone's sore spot, and he was really angry.
As a tactful person, he decisively chose to change the subject.
"Forget it, you're drunk, I'll drive you home."
………
Lu Zewen had a dream.
In the dream, Lance became a crying little wolf cub, chasing him for milk.
At that time, he had been working all night for half a month on a case, and he simply kicked him away impatiently. The little wolf cub fell on the carpet, whimpering and screaming in a childish voice, which sounded very pitiful.
Lu Zewen frowned slightly as he watched "himself" coldly kick the little wolf cub away.
There are many similar things.
Everyone is excited about celebrating Christmas. Every household decorates the Christmas tree, exchanges gifts, and the brown turkey emits an enticing aroma through the window.
Only Lance, holding two bloody heads, looked blankly at the bustling scene around him. All normal people's lives had nothing to do with him.
For example.
On the day of the chase, he witnessed Lance draining most of his blood in order to use the secret escape technique, his steps weakened, but he never abandoned him...
Lu Zewen was finally awakened by a rapid ringing of the phone.
The secretary's anxious and low voice came from the other end:
"Mr. Lu, have you arrived at the company? Mr. Frederick and his team have already arrived. The meeting will start in two minutes. Do you need me to come downstairs to pick you up?"
Lu Zewen had just woken up and was still immersed in his dream: "What meeting?"
The secretary was choked for a moment: "It's the meeting with Nicai Company... You didn't... forget it..."
The further he spoke, the softer his voice became, until it was barely audible.
Lu Zewen glanced at the wrinkled suit jacket beside the bed, got up and said coldly:
"Hold the man, I'll come over now."
………
Quan Jiu sat in the classroom, his eyes fixed on the white paper on the table, but his gaze was unfocused.
Wang Hemiao leaned over and looked over: "It's rare to see you taking notes in class. Hurry up and copy them for me."
He pulled the white paper over and saw the big words "Andrew" written on it.
"Xiao Xixi, you can't be such a scumbag. You're eating from your bowl and you're still looking at the pot. Having a younger brother isn't enough, you want to take down your older brother as well?"
Quan Jiu pulled back the white paper and said, "Get out of the way."
The other three targets were more or less in trouble, leaving only Andrew with no room to attack.
Well...it's not impossible.
But the method is a bit cruel, and she is considering whether to use it.
Wang Hemiao approached with a playful smile: "I was just kidding, don't tell Steward Lu about this."
Quan Jiu gave a perfunctory "hmm" and was just 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.
Andrew: I have a friend who's coming to City C to film a movie. I can take you on a tour. Want to come?
Quan Jiu clicked on the picture he sent, looking confused.
Who is it?
When Wang Hemiao saw the photo, he didn't pay attention to the class and blurted out "Fuck".
"Student, do you have any objection to the content of my lecture?" The old professor knocked on the blackboard.
Wang Hemiao immediately backed off and apologized:
"Sorry, teacher, my foot was hit by a book just now."
The old professor sighed and turned a blind eye: "Be careful next time."
When he turned around to write on the blackboard, Wang Hemiao excitedly grabbed Quan Jiu's arm.
"Holy crap! My dear sister, the king wants to take you to visit Kristen's class?!"
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