Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 571 The Blood Clan’s Loyal Dog Butler vs. the Godly Lady 5

Quan Jiu was wearing a white cake tutu, with her fluffy blond hair tied into two small buns. She was holding a glass of watermelon juice in her two small hands, and there were suspected juice stains on her mouth.

She was actually very familiar with the "kidnapper" in front of her.

Lu Zewen, Lu Zhiyao’s biological brother.

He is the third eldest son in the Lewis family.

He has a congenital emotional defective disorder, a lack of emotional apathy, and an inability to empathize. Even he treats his biological parents with an indifferent and distant attitude.

Such a character is naturally suitable for being a cold-blooded capitalist, and Lu Zewen lives up to expectations. On the surface, he is a famous CEO in China, but privately he runs a blood club that provides fresh human blood to the vampires.

In the original plot, Lu Zewen was indifferent to the heroine from the beginning to the end. He was only surprised for a moment when he heard the news of the heroine's death. In the afternoon, he went to the island for vacation with his partners without being affected at all.

Being targeted by such an inhumane vampire gui will not end well anyway.

Lu Zewen looked at this sloppy little devil and couldn't see how she looked like a god.

Quan Jiu was still recalling the plot when someone suddenly grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

Her feet were dangling in the air, and she frowned in discomfort.

The man showed no mercy and asked, "What's so special about your gods?"

Quan Jiu: "..."

According to the timeline, the original owner does not know that he is a god at all now, and the gods will not activate their first skills until they are at least three years old.

She blinked: "Let me tell you, can you let me go?"

Lu Zewen said coldly: "No."

"Then why should I tell you?" Quan Jiu refused with a matter-of-fact expression.

Lu Zewen's fingertips slowly tapped his chin.

It seems that he is still a brat with a bad temper.

The man seemed to be busy with work, and there were beeps from the computer and cell phone from time to time. He left Quan Jiu in the living room and ignored her. She tried to open the door to escape, but found that the entire door lock in the villa required fingerprints.

She looked helpless and could only turn on the projector. The dramas Lu Zewen subscribed to were all documentaries from various countries, and they were still without subtitles. She clicked on a legend about the vampires and started watching it.

When Lu Zewen went downstairs, what he saw was Quan Jiu sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a rice dumpling with only one head exposed.

The little girl's face is red, her skin is breakable, her face is chubby with baby fat, her blue eyes take up most of the face, and her eyelashes are long and thick, like a row of small fans.

She seemed to see the doubtful part, her eyebrows were knotted, her moist pink lips were pursed tightly, and she looked like a burnt marshmallow, wrinkled.

It was also at this moment that Lu Zewen felt deeply that this was a genuine cub of a god.

At least in terms of appearance, her appearance is unmatched by anyone.

There was a slight itching between the teeth, the man's red tongue twitched slightly, and the fangs that were about to stick out retracted again.

He opened the door and took out a takeaway. The food was very rich, including six dishes and two soups.

Lu Zewen took out a goblet, but there was no red wine on the table.

Quan Jiu looked at the empty glass: "Don't you drink?"

Lu Zewen looked at her with a half-smile, and the warm yellow light made his eyebrows mysterious.

"Of course there is something better than wine."

Quan drank and felt a chill on his back.

Lu Zewen spread out the delicately folded handkerchief on the table, and there was a silver needle shining coldly inside.

Quan Jiu: "..."

Lu Zewen was a mysophobic person and would never bite her directly to suck blood. Every time, he would prick her with a fruit knife or a silver needle to draw blood.

His tone was gentlemanly and polite: "When you get to this point, just take a small sip."

He drew a line on the wall of the goblet, about half a centimeter from the bottom of the cup.

Quan Jiu felt that his fingers were aching.

"Is one drop okay?" she consulted.

Lu Zewen folded his hands elegantly in front of his abdomen and said nothing, obviously not intending to discuss.

Quan Jiu didn't intend to use a bitter trick. The other person lacked emotions and was not a normal person. She would not gain any sympathy by pretending to be pitiful.

"Mr. Lu Zewen, you are really not a gentleman at all." She directly cut her left index finger with a knife.

Bright red blood flows along the index finger, and a rich and attractive aroma suddenly spreads in the air.

Lu Zewen's casual look changed immediately. His black eyes shrank sharply, and his eyes were glued to the wall of the cup.

Quan Jiu didn't notice anything unusual about her. She was too short. Sitting on a chair, her head was barely above the table. She raised her arm and barely pointed her index finger at the rim of the goblet.

The red liquid snaked down slowly and climbed over the crystal clear cup wall. The solidified liquid resembled the five-pointed star-shaped window grilles condensed on the glass window in winter.

Lu Zewen's Adam's apple twitched slightly and his expression was calm, but his rising and falling chest revealed his true emotions.

He looked at the drop of blood hanging on Quan Jiu's fingertips, and somehow reached out his hand and held her wrist.

Quan Jiu was startled and looked back at him. After noticing something was wrong in his eyes, he shrank back on the chair and distanced himself from him.

"Lu Zewen?"

Lu Zewen only saw the redness on her fingertips, and could not hear her voice at all. The man held her wrist forcefully, his thin lips slowly came closer, and his sharp white fangs poked out...

Quan Jiu cursed secretly, and immediately wiped the wound clean with the hem of his skirt and covered it.

Lu Zewen looked out of control, and she seriously doubted that he could suck her into a jerk.

The blood beads suddenly disappeared, Lu Zewen's eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, and his consciousness returned to normal.

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, closing his eyes slightly, but the fragrance in the air lingered in his nose for a long time and could not be dissipated.

He didn't like the feeling of being out of control, but at that moment, he really lost control.

Lu Zewen opened his eyes again, and when his eyes fell on the blood stains remaining in the glass, his originally clear vision became blurry again, a red light flashed in his black eyes, and there was a faint sign of an explosion...

Quan Jiu looked at the man who was becoming more and more uncomfortable, picked up her princess skirt, ran upstairs.

Lu Zewen did not chase after him. He picked up the goblet with his slender fingers, put the tip of his nose close to the mouth of the cup, and took a deep sniff, as if he was savoring the fragrant old wine.

Two sharp little fangs emerged slowly. He licked the fangs with the tip of his tongue, opened his thin lips slightly, and slowly drank all the blood in the cup.

The sweetness and refreshing taste made him narrow his eyes slightly, as if he was enjoying the ultimate pleasure.

…

Quan Jiu randomly entered a room and locked the door, only to realize that it was actually a piano room.

She climbed onto the piano bench and then began to recall Lu Zewen's abnormality.

In the original plot, the original owner's god's blood was attractive to the four brothers, but it was only attractive, and there would never be the kind of out-of-control scene just now.

It was as if he wanted to swallow her whole body without leaving a drop of blood...

She took a deep breath, found a clean-looking towel, and wrapped the wound on her index finger tightly.

(End of chapter)