It’s a bit unaccustomed to be a supporting role for the first time [Quick Transmigration]

Z frowned, and his small face pulled down instantly.

eat children?

Lin Ke had a habitual helplessness on his face, "The parents of the children are sitting next to them, please take it away."

The man behind him chuckled twice, turned around, and sat down beside Lu Er arrogantly.

"The child I'm talking about is the parent."

He was wearing a red velvet suit with a dark green lining and a loose neckline, exposing half of his chest.

A black gold necklace hung around his neck, hanging from his collarbone.

A pair of phoenix eyes narrowed lazily.

The long legs are stretched out.

Sao broke the sky.

Lu Er: "..."

"You came just in time, did you get your ID card?" Lin Ke was hurt by Lu Er's cold eyes, and hurried straight to the topic, waiting anxiously to get the card for him and send the God of Plague away.

The man who was lazy and sitting in the seat was stunned.

With a raised phoenix eye, a trace of confusion flashed across his handsome face.

"what card."

Lin Ke repeated with a slightly trembling voice: "The last time I went to your house to play games, the identity card that was left on your sofa, I made a lot of effort to bypass the star network monitoring... "

When the man heard it at the end, he looked suddenly enlightened.

"I forgot to bring it."

Lin Ke: "...It's fine if you don't lose it, you frightened me."

Lu Er interjected lightly, "It's okay, just tell me the location, and I'll get it."

The somewhat frivolous man moved this way again, "Yo? I said why does this parent look familiar? Isn't this the famous God Lu?"

Lu Er didn't give a single look, "I'm in a hurry."

The man introduced himself, "My name is Harsh, I'm 29 years old, single and rich." He leaned closer, "And very handsome."

At close range, this coquette seemed to be sprayed with some kind of perfume, and the faint scent mixed with a slight smell of smoke penetrated into Lu Er's nose.

Lu Er: "..."

The emotions that have been suppressed in the body for a long time seem to be stirred up.

He endured it.

He kept his expressionless face.

"Lin Ke, take me to get it, his identity must be entered before tonight."

Lin Ke thought unlucky to himself, "Then..."

Harsh interrupted slowly: "I'll take you there, the door of my house is not easy to open."

Lin Ke thought it would be okay to go together, so he said along the way: "Then..."

"Then you can stay here, Clay will be here in a while." Harsh interrupted again with a smile.

Lin Ke: "..."

Lu Er said it didn't matter, stood up and prepared to leave.

But was stopped by Harsh again.

He was confident, "I didn't come in a spaceship, I have to take yours."

Lu Er: "...Mine is only enough for two people."

Harsh smiled and narrowed his eyes, "That's just right." After a pause, he realized that Lu Tiancai still had a son, and he was staring at him with a gloomy face at this time, an anger that didn't match his age at all.

"Ah, I just remembered that you still have a child with little meat, Lin Ke, please take care of it."

After speaking, he pulled Lu Lu's ears and left.

Z's eyes widened, shocked by the man's bastard words and arbitrary actions.

Lu Er shook off his hand, turned to Z and said, "Wait for me here for a while, come back soon."

Seeing that Z nodded, Lu Er left, walking in front of Harsh coldly.

The man behind him gave an inexplicable smile.

Silent all the way.

Harsh, whose image in Lu Er's heart had already been set as flamboyant, surprisingly didn't play tricks. After setting the route, he sat quietly in the co-pilot, quite steady.

His gaze was always outside the cabin, and there was unconscious indifference in his lazy eyes.

Like a layer of fog.

Can't see clearly, can't understand.

His home is far away from the interstellar center, almost deviated from the main route.

Maverick lives on the edge of the planet.

It is not a floating building, but a medium-sized ship.

There is still some distance, and the big lump has already been seen.

The black steel bottom is full of messy graffiti.

Lu Er glanced at it and commented in four words: gaudy.

At the door, Harsh entered the password slowly.

"Ding, the password was entered incorrectly."

Harsh smiled sheepishly, "Maybe I pressed it wrong, I'll do it again."

Lu Er: "..."

Second time.

"Ding, the password was entered incorrectly."

Harsh frowned, a little puzzled.

Here he goes again.

"Ding, the password was entered incorrectly."

The atmosphere was extremely awkward for a while.

Harsh didn't want to see Lu Er's expression. He turned around and took out the communicator. He didn't know who to contact. His voice was still calm, pretending not to be embarrassed at all, "What's my door code?"

The other person didn't know what to say, he lowered his voice, "I didn't remember the door was closed when I left! Who knew it was locked!"

After a while, Harsh let out a long "Oh", "This...I misremembered..."

hang up the phone.

He turned around calmly, with a confident input.

The door finally fucking opened.

Lu Er sneered in his heart, this man turned out to be an idiot.

Unexpectedly.

The interior of the ship is not fancy at all, and the things placed are very simple.

Clean and tidy.The taste of life is very high.

Most of the guns are released.

Various guns.

and snacks.

The two most incompatible things mixed together.

Very weird.

But in terms of cleanliness alone.

It's not like a place for people like Harsh to live.

Lu Er pouted in disgust.

Follow him all the way to the lobby, which looks like a bar and club, with a pool table.

Harsh picked up something from the table and waved it in front of Lu Er.

"That's all," he said.

Lu Er stretched out his hand, signaling to let go of it to himself, and then it's OK to leave immediately.

Harsh raised his chin with a sinister look on his face.

With the card in his hand, he carried it behind his back.

Like a domineering kid who doesn't give sugar.

The corner of his mouth curled up, his voice was hoarse and soft, with the slightest hint of malice.

"It's really hard to lead you here."

The voice just fell.

I saw two long mechanical arms suddenly stretched out from both sides, tightly grasping Lu Er's wrist.

The wall behind him snapped apart and a chair slid out.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Er was firmly fixed on the chair.

A device was also worn on the head.

It is the true self helmet developed by Lu Er himself.

Wear it without any cover-up, express your true inner thoughts, and show your true self.

Is the advanced mode of polygraph.

Lu Er: "..."

What the hell is going on?

Harsh leaned lazily on the pool table, took out a bottle of foreign wine from behind, and poured it slowly into the glass.

Holding the cup, he gracefully walked up to Lu Er, looked at his puzzled eyes, and tilted his head, "It seems that I don't have any memory left in your mind."

He gave a distressed "tsk", "Let me give you a hint."

"The last time you studied the explosion of the A17 ship." He pointed to himself, "I did it."

Lu Er thought for a while, then nodded clearly, "I have an impression, it's you." A wicked smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face, "Huh shit?"

About a year ago, when the A17 was bombed, Lu Er was not far away, almost deaf.

You must know that the construction of A17 took a long time, and it was all bloody painstaking efforts.

So Lu Shen was angry.

He released all the more than 100 machine capture nets he had studied for a long time, and successfully caught the main criminal.

He still remembered that when the man whose body was chained passed by him, he said softly.

"I'm Harsh."

Lu Er replied indifferently, "Huh shit?"

As for the man's expression, he didn't care.

I forgot.

It's been so long, it's normal that I don't recognize it now.

Harsh took a sip of the wine and complained in a displeased way, "You are really too much. I bombed the ship to protect you. It's fine if I don't appreciate it. When I was injured, I took a net to pocket me."

He bent down and pinched Lu Er's chin, "How long has it been, and you still forgot about me?"

The sound was getting closer and closer, and it slid into the ear, causing a tingling numbness.

"It should be punished."

Lu Er snorted coldly with disdain, and the indifferent and stiff disguise had long since disappeared.

Although trapped, at a disadvantage.

But the momentum is extraordinarily arrogant.

"If you want to punish your father, you are not qualified enough."

As soon as the words fell, a blood-red line slipped out of a black dial on Lu Er's wrist, like a flowing current.

Red light flashed.

In an instant, the mechanical arm was severed.

Neat edges.

Make a "squeaky" sound.

Lu Er tore off the things on his head and slowly threw them on the ground.

Then he rushed towards Harsh very quickly.

The red thread seemed to condense into a sharp weapon, circling around Lu Er.

Following his speed, he slashed fiercely at the man who was still tasting wine.

Harsh was not in a hurry, but had an admiring look on his face.

Dazzling sideways, dodged the attack.

Still talking in his mouth.

"It turns out that the real God Lu is so fierce and irritable, it scared my heart out."

Lu Er's eyes were sharp and his figure was elegant, every attack was aimed at Harsh's Achilles' heel.

The perfect interpretation of indifference and ruthlessness.

Soon, the surrounding tables, chairs, bookcases, wine bottles were all torn apart.

Harsh's wine glass was also knocked over.

The originally leisurely man had already been aroused to be competitive, he did not hide his appreciation, and began to fight back seriously.

Chess meets opponent.

Every attack and dodge.

All sparks.

The two super strong men fought more and more seriously, and the flames in their eyes became more intense.

With a soft "click", Lu Er stepped on a ball and almost lost his footing.

In an instant, Harsh caught the opening.

He dodged a move lazily, walked around behind and hugged Lu Er, and locked him firmly in his arms.

Lu Er could only feel that the man tightly behind him blew into his ear, his lips seemed to be kissing the pinna, and a word slipped into his ear with the warm air.

"Do you know why you are jumping? It's not because you're scared."

He smiled lowly, deep and hoarse, hiding a trace of malicious teasing.

"It's a heartbeat."

The hairs on the back of Lu's ears stood on end, and he trembled.

disgusted.

He elbowed back and broke free.

Responding coldly: "If I kill you, I won't move."

The two stared at each other, their eyes filled with a strong desire to conquer.

Like two beasts vying for sovereignty, ready to go.

"What are you doing?!" An unbelievable voice came from the passageway at the door.

Very excited, very speechless, very broken.

It's Clay.

The scars on his face were distorted with anger.

The gangster walked in aggressively, followed by a few excited people.

Their eyes were shining, and they looked like they were watching a good show.

Only Clay rushed forward and stopped Harsh, who was about to run towards Lu Er, and questioned him through gritted teeth.

"I asked you to invite him! I didn't ask you to lure him here and tie him up! My God! How dare you beat him?!" Clay hysterically said, "Yes please! Please be respectful and polite! What are you doing? do what?!"

Harsh calmly wiped off the saliva on his face, coughed twice, and tried to explain, "I'm really asking, come on. I'm just waiting for you to get a little bored, and I want to exchange ideas and have fun."

Clay: "Do you think I believe it!!!"

After calming down, Clay looked at Lu Er, smiled awkwardly, and bowed ninety degrees, "I'm really sorry, you, are you okay?"

The red thread on Lu Er's body has long since disappeared, and the white shirt has also become a little messy during the fight.

The buttons on the collar disappeared without a trace.

The delicate collarbone is exposed.

Extremely sexy.

Harsh tilted his head in doubt, in his impression, he didn't unbutton him.

I saw that the man who was fighting fiercely just now became confused and innocent, with a hint of weakness?

He spoke slowly, his cold voice trembling slightly, "I'm fine, he didn't hit me."

As he said that, he looked at Harsh, with a slight sense of panic in his calmness, like a piece of white paper with some ink dripped on it, and a pair of peach blossom eyes gleamed with fine water, full of frightened doubts.

"But why are you tearing my clothes and kissing me?"

There was silence.

All the people who finally came to their senses let out a drawn-out sound of "Yo", and looked at Harsh like a beast.

Clay's face was full of anger, as if he was looking at a heinous disciple.

Harsh: "..."