After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

Are crayfish delicious?

That's necessary, it doesn't taste good, why did he run over like this, he is still an injured patient!

But Song Zheng couldn't say that.

Although he didn't understand why He Lan appeared here, his intuition told him that if he couldn't answer this question well, it was a deadly proposition.

Song Zheng immediately pushed the lobster in front of Li Hao, and said with a serious face, "Eat the lobster you want!"

Li Hao was stunned for a moment, glanced at this big guy in a suit who didn't fit in with the surroundings, and said solemnly: "I can't finish eating so much...how about inviting your friends together?"

He Lan looked at Song Zheng meaningfully, pulled a stool unhurriedly, and raised the corner of his mouth to look at him: "Together?"

Song Zheng shook his hand, "I ate with my friends, but I'm still an injured person, teacher, why don't you eat?"

Song Zheng thought, He Lan is such a respectable person. For a boss of his level, even if he eats lobster, he must eat in a high-end restaurant. He will definitely not eat in such a noisy and chaotic place.

Unfortunately, he thought too much...

He Lan took the disposable gloves from the side, and said slowly, "Then I won't be polite."

Song Zheng: "..."

Li Hao: "..."

How can you eat this?

This meal of crayfish was probably the most numb meal Song Zheng had ever eaten in his life, no, it should be the saddest meal he had ever watched.

He Lan was not as uncomfortable as he imagined, and his posture was even more natural than the two of them who had been hanging out in small restaurants all year round.

Song Zheng had to admit that even when this man was eating lobster, he revealed a gentleness. It was obviously a rude gesture, but when this man did it, it became pleasing to the eye.

However, this did not affect Song Zheng's bad mood at all.

He looked at the extremely refreshing and tasteless millet porridge in the bowl in front of him, and his resentment almost broke through the sky.

He Lan didn't seem to see Song Zheng's thoughts at all, and he didn't express any thoughts until the last lobster was wiped out.

Li Hao, that good-for-nothing, made an excuse to leave halfway before he finished eating, and only Song Zheng was left watching He Lan wipe out all the crayfish that should have been in his stomach.

Is it still too late for him to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors? This is not the teacher he formally worships, so even if he really does it, he is not afraid.

It just might not beat it.

Song Zheng thought about a lot of messy things, until He Lansi stood up slowly, but he couldn't take any action, but left with Bao and He Lan cowardly.

He Lan's car was parked in the parking lot outside the snack street, and it took about 10 minutes to walk.

Song Zheng followed behind and still couldn't help asking, "How do you know I'm here?"

It's impossible to really come to eat lobster, so the fate between the two of them is too good.

He Lan stopped suddenly, and said in a cold voice, "You really don't know why?"

Song Zheng: "No... I don't know!"

He Lan sighed leisurely, "I'm here to find you."

Song Zheng felt that he heard a feeling of accusation.

He doesn't seem to have done anything to offend his idol!

"Your injury healed?"

Song Zheng touched his still sore chest, "Do you believe what I said?"

He Lan: "Do you think I look like a fool?"

Song Zheng didn't understand why his aura was a little weak since he met He Lan, probably because he was an idol, or because this person was the only one who went to deliver food to him in the middle of the night, and he always felt that he lacked confidence .

With a sullen face, He Lan walked outside without saying a word, until he got to the side of the car, he calmly said: "Zheng Yuan has not lived for a long time, and somewhere we don't know, there may be someone who is becoming the next Zheng Yuan , Song Zheng, if you don't take good care of your body, then I will consider substituting for this plan."

Song Zheng was taken aback, and a little guilt surged in his heart for no reason.

It's not that he hasn't thought about this plan, but as a person, he never takes injuries seriously, because every time he gets hurt, the old man tells him that a man can grow only when he gets hurt.

Therefore, Song Zheng always felt that such non-life-threatening injuries were all minor injuries and had no effect.

However, he couldn't say these words in front of He Lan, and he seemed to let down the obsequious care the person in front of him had for him.

Song Zheng pursed his lips and said seriously: "I know, I won't spoil myself casually."

He Lan bent his mouth at an angle he couldn't see.

This child is really obedient, he just said a few words casually, so serious.

However, his concern was genuine, and he didn't like to see Song Zheng's appearance of trying to be brave despite his illness.

The two got into the car, and He Lan took him back to the hospital.

Song Zheng obediently went to the hospital bed without saying a word.

This stay is one week.

During this period, the old man called and asked why he didn't go home. Song Zheng lied and said that he was too busy studying, and the old man didn't doubt it.

Zheng Yuan failed to survive this week and left.

Before he died, he had a little consciousness, but the internal organ failure was too severe, and he passed away before he could say anything.

It's not that Song Zheng has never seen a dead person before, but it was the first time that Zheng Yuan had fought against him a week ago, but it turned into a skeleton in just seven or eight days.

Zheng Yuan should be an orphan, no one came to look for him, the alliance was responsible for burying him, but Li Hao was depressed for a few days.

"Isn't it just that I lost the game, this time it won't work, and I will win it back next time."

Song Zheng was packing his backpack, this time he could really be discharged from the hospital.

He couldn't watch Li Hao's game because he was hospitalized, so he could only comfort him afterwards.

Li Hao lay on the sofa as if his bones were falling apart, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

"You don't understand, I'm 24 this year, and I can say that I have achieved nothing, and at my age, I can retire, and my dad should force me to help him in the company later."

Song Zheng put the bag on his back, turned around and pulled him up from the sofa.

"Eldest young master, you really don't know your blessings. You go to our class to see how many people can't find the internship unit?"

Li Hao also understands this truth, but he may be born against the bone, and he doesn't like the road arranged by his family.

"Zhengzheng, have you thought about the internship unit?"

After Li Hao digested the news that his roommate was unusual, he returned to his original appearance.

Song Zheng opened the door and went out, "Me? I've already found a job, the kind of state unit, civil servant."

Also pay five social insurance and one housing fund.

Li Hao: "Why didn't I see you go out to apply for a job, which unit is it easy to be a civil servant?"

Song Zheng said with a serious face: "You can't get into the monster catching unit, you should go home and inherit the family property."

Li Hao: "..."

There is a feeling of being cheated.

Two people left the hospital.

This time Song Zheng was injured, Li Hao always blamed himself a little bit. If he didn't find Song Zheng to catch the monster, he wouldn't be like this, so apart from training and competition, he ran to the hospital very frequently.

But He Lan never came here once.

Song Zheng felt a little regretful, but he was always optimistic, so he got into the car after picking up his mood.

"Take you back to school?"

"Go ahead, I'll print out the dissertation and hand it over to the instructor later. Just let me know when I'm defending. I'm going to move out of the dormitory."

Li Hao was surprised for a moment: "You are leaving too, so what's the point of me staying in the dormitory alone, I might as well leave!"

Song Zheng: "Aren't you afraid to go home?"

Li Hao: "My dad bought me a house before, and I live alone, and I can't be told to death by them when I go home. It's you, do you go home and live?"

Song Zheng looked at the receding scenery outside the window, and said softly, "Not necessarily."

In the past few days, he has flipped through He Lan's manual several times. He remembers that the alliance seems to have a staff dormitory.

Li Hao didn't say anything else, and the two quickly returned to school.

After packing up everything, Song Zheng left the school gate with his rare luggage, and took a taxi all the way to Yunlian Mountain.

The sun was shining at this time, and there were not many tourists in Yunlian Mountain, and the surroundings were clear and cold. Song Zheng dragged his suitcase all the way into the alliance, swiped his employee card and entered under the building.

There is a formation in this building. The hall is warm in winter and cool in summer. Song Zheng, who was still extremely hot, immediately relaxed.

He found the HR department from last time and wanted to deal with staff accommodation.

Just as he went upstairs, he ran into He Lan who was walking over quickly.

He Lan held a document in his hand, followed by several people with stern faces.

Song Zheng stopped where he was, looked at the man walking towards him, calmed down, and called out "Teacher He" seriously.

He Lan paused and looked at Song Zheng.

"Discharged? Just right, follow me to the meeting room."

After speaking, he continued to move forward.

Song Zheng was taken aback for a moment, watching He Lan's leaving back, and hurriedly followed before he could figure out what was going on.

The meeting room is on the third floor, and it is just a turn of the stairs.

Song Zheng pulled the suitcase and entered the door calmly under the eyes of the crowd.

But unexpectedly, He Lan beckoned to him: "Sit next to me."

Song Zheng: "..."

Can I say no? It feels so stressful.

None of the people sitting in the conference room had seen Song Zheng before, and everyone was curious about this young man who came in halfway.

However, He Lan didn't seem to intend to say more, but just introduced it casually.

"His name is Song Zheng, and he is a new colleague."

Song Zheng smiled as a greeting, but felt embarrassed in his heart, because he looked so stupid to be pulling the suitcase.

He put the suitcase at the door against the wall, and sat down with a calm face.

To be honest, he was still confused about what kind of meeting it was.

The LCD electronic screen on the wall suddenly lit up, and Song Zheng looked at the screen and understood why He Lan called him.

On the screen, there were seven photos of people side by side, and the sixth one was an acquaintance, that is, Zheng Yuan whom Song Zheng had only met a few days ago.

The upper row is a normal ID photo, while the lower row is more terrifying. Everyone seems to have been hollowed out, their essence has been sucked out, and they are shriveled like skinny skeletons.

Song Zheng looked at the last person. This person should be the most recent deceased, and he looked about 20 years old, an average age.

He Lan's deep voice sounded in the conference room: "What do you think about the death of these people?"

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