Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

The variety show that Lin Xun participated in is scheduled to air on Friday, and it is a prime time slot. A pilot episode can be scheduled for this prime time slot, and Ding Fang's handwriting is indispensable. Fu Yi's participation is of great significance to the early stage of the program.

The program was finally named "Unannounced Interview", "Shadow of the Tomb", etc. The program team did not consider it at all, let alone the content, the program may be banned just by the name.

These days, any program full of spirits and ghosts must first have an inspirational name, similar to "Approaching Science" several years ago is a good reference.

Anyway, the most important thing is to be able to have something to do with science and warmth.

On the day of the premiere, Lin Xun didn't watch the TV. He was wearing exaggerated clothes and carrying two masks, and went to a dance party that was not attractive to him.

Lin Xun took a taxi to a nearby place without asking the driver at home to pick him up. Suddenly he became interested, got off the car early, bought a bicycle very generously, and rode all the way there.

It is quite a good feeling to exercise occasionally. He can truly feel the transition of every scene, such as from a crowded residential building to a remote road, and finally the picture changes, directly jumping into a very luxurious mansion.

It occupies a very large area. Lin Xun is located in the direction of the back of the mansion. If he wants to go around to the front, it will take more than ten minutes by bicycle.

There was a car light at the corner ahead, and with the sound of the door opening and closing, a man with a perfect figure stepped down. Lin Xun saw him leaning against the car, with one hand in his pocket and the other answering the phone. Telephone.

It was too dark for him to see the expression on the man's face clearly, but from his tone of voice, he could hear some discomfort.

The sound drifted over intermittently, and Lin Xun caught most of it——

"I'll settle the matter with you later on about the car. As for the matter about Song Daitao, I'll handle it myself. You help me..."

The man's expression was very indifferent, and the most perceptible vocabulary from him was unsmiling. He was talking when he suddenly stopped.

A voice came from the other end of the phone, "Fang Mo, hello, why aren't you talking?"

Fang Mo's solemn expression showed a turbulence. Just now, he seemed to have an illusion. A gust of wind blew by, and he actually saw a figure on a bicycle flashing past in front of him.

After hanging up the phone, he stood up straight, the figure stopped, and even turned around to talk to him, "Do you want to give you a ride?"

As if he was driving a car on four wheels.

Under the subtle changes in Fang Mo's gaze, Lin Xun drew a number: "Three hundred yuan, delivered to the door." After finishing speaking, he looked down at his watch to help him estimate the time to walk to the main door, "How about You will definitely be late."

For some people, being late is intolerable. Lin Xun could tell at a glance that this man had similar characteristics. The clothes were brand new, every button was fastened step by step, and his perfect figure was tightly wrapped in high-grade fabrics. Down.

A very strict person with high demands on himself.

Sure enough, the man glanced at Lin Xun's bicycle hesitantly, and then said, "I'll buy it for ten times the price."

Lin Xun shook his head, he was not keen on walking.

The man's eyes froze, "Do you know who I am?"

Lin Xun, "A man of great background."

After finishing speaking, he got on his bicycle and began to run wildly. He clearly saw four or five people coming out of nowhere not far away, holding iron bars.

After a while, Lin Xun rode back again, moved to the man's side, and said, "It's what every passionate young man should do."

Fang Mo sneered, and there were also three or four people walking in the direction where Lin Xun originally escaped.

"Can you fight?" The man unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up little by little, revealing his strong muscles.

Lin Xun nodded, and said very calmly: "Is the level of hair pulling counted?"

"..."

During their conversation, Fang Mo had already kicked a rushing person, and Lin Xun picked up the iron rod that fell on the ground and handed it to the other person.

He is very self-aware, and this kind of thing is basically useless in his hands.

Fang Mo is very fierce in fights, he should have been specially trained, even if he is besieged, he is methodical, but he is not omnipotent, and in sparring, he also received a solid blow to the back.

Lin Xun played a subtle role in this process. Although he couldn't fight, his ability to dodge was unparalleled. In the chaotic scene, he accurately avoided every attack.

After Fang Mo finished dealing with these people, his eyes were already bloodshot, and seven or eight strong men were lying on the ground beside him, howling. Fang Mo supported the wall with one hand, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured by the stick just now.

Lin Xun walked up to him, "Are you okay?"

"The arm is temporarily unable to exert strength."

Lin Xun nodded, then looked around, "Do you want to call the police?"

Fang Mo said coldly: "It's just offal, there's no need for that."

Obviously, he is no stranger to this kind of scene.

Lin Xun helped him to the side of the bicycle, and half forced him to sit in front of the bicycle.

Fang Mo frowned, "What are you doing?"

Lin Xun: "Send you there, it's free."

Although it was considered an innocent disaster, at any rate, in the scene just now, this person did not patronize him, and the people who rushed to Lin Xun several times were stopped by him.

"Are you crazy?" The 1.8-meter-long man nestled in front of the bicycle, half of his body almost leaning against Lin Xun's chest.

As soon as he struggled, he made a 'hiss' sound of pain.

"You took a blow just now, it's better not to move around."

Lin Xun asked quietly.

"A person like you must live a decent life." He pondered for a while: "It doesn't seem good for a majestic man to be held in someone's arms like a little white rabbit."

Hearing the word 'Little White Rabbit', Fang Mo's eyes looked like a vortex in the sea, as if he wanted to smash Lin Xun into it.

"Let me go down, or I guarantee that your end will be worse than those lying on the ground."

Lin Xun ignored his threat at all, and went to sell the mask on his own, "I'll sell you the mask for three thousand. Wear it, and no one will be able to recognize who you are."

Fang Mo said in a deep voice, "You will regret it."

Lin Xun didn't really lead him to the door, but walked to a place where no one cared about, where the lush vines almost blocked his sight from any corner.

He took out his mobile phone from Fang Mo's coat pocket, found the first one from the call log and dialed it.

In less than a second, the call was connected, and a thoughtful male voice came through the phone, "Master Fang, you finally remember me, how many times have I told you, don't hang up the phone casually , at least until I and you..."

"he is injured."

Lin Xun said a word, the male voice stopped chattering, the voice lost the joy just now, and said seriously: "Who are you?"

Lin Xun gave the address, hung up the phone, took a photo of the surrounding environment, and sent a MMS.

The good man did it to the end, he finally squatted down, opened the mask he was wearing, and helped Fang Mo apply it on his face.

With a 'snap', Lin Xun's wrist was grabbed, but the hand that grabbed him was a little weak, and he broke free with almost no effort.

"Who are you?" Fang Mo gritted his teeth.

Lin Xun shook his head. This person must seldom surf the Internet. He probably doesn't even watch TV much.

You know, Lin Xun is also considered a celebrity now, especially a while ago, when reports about him were all the rage, most people could recognize him at a glance.

Lin Xun hesitated whether he should leave a name for his good deeds.

"Will you repay me?" he asked earnestly.

repay?

Fang Mo sneered, "Ten times."

Repay tenfold.

Lin Xun didn't hear any sense of gratitude from his words, thought for a while and said, "My surname is Lan."

He approached Fang Mo, and said word by word: "Lan Chen..." He paused for a while, and felt that it was not good to directly use Lan Chen's name, so he added a word, "Lan Chen'er, Chen of the stars last night. "

"Lan Chen'er, Lan Chen'er!" Fang Mo repeated the name twice in a low voice, his eyes were quite cold, "Very good, I remember this name."

Lin Xun nodded, stood up and turned his back to him, his figure was plunged into endless darkness, surrounded by only a little lingering sound, "The future will be long, see you by fate."

Because of a brief accident, when he arrived at the main entrance, the dance had already started. Lin Xun handed out the invitation card, and the bodyguards outside opened the door, and someone quickly came to guide him.

There was a vibration from the pocket of the coat, Lin Xun took out his mobile phone, and when he connected, Suo Qing's worried voice said: "Are you really going to the dance?"

Lin Xun: "Going in."

Suo Qing was speechless, and after a while he asked, "Did anything special happen?"

Based on his understanding of Xie Qianqing, he was born to be synonymous with causing trouble.

Lin Xun: "No."

Just as Suo Qing breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Lin Xun ask, "Does it count as a hero saving the beauty?"

Suo Qing was startled, and directly skipped asking about the cause of the incident, and asked the main point: "Did the other party see your face clearly?"

"Yes." Lin Xun didn't understand why he asked this question, "But it should be someone who is not interested in the entertainment industry at all, he doesn't know me."

Suo Qing felt relieved, "What about the name, did you reveal it to him?"

Lin Xun, "When I'm away from home, I naturally have to give myself a stage name."

Suo Qing was not nervous at all, and even unconsciously said in a loving tone: "You did a good job."

After finishing the call, Lin Xun looked down at the phone screen for a while, but couldn't think of the purpose of the call. He put his hands in his pockets, and his face showed no sign of change. world.

The author has something to say: Lan Chen: "I ask myself if I have done anything to apologize to you."

Why do you always want to kill him.

Lin Xun: "Me neither."

Lan Chen: ...