Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

When the system was trying its best to sell the floor protective air cushion, the struggling young man was grabbed by the collar and pulled back.

He took several deep breaths and tried to regain his composure.

Overlooking the entire courtyard, I was stunned for a while before coming back to my senses.

"how……"

"Look, don't you want to see a demonstration of testing the security system?" Gin, an old smoker, took out a lighter from his trouser pocket and lit another cigarette for himself.

When his slightly messy silver hair tilted his head down to light a cigarette, it fell down on his chest along the smooth black shirt, like a sharp blade unsheathed in the dark night, with a sharp beauty.

Lancer looked at him blankly for a long time.

The sound of a gunshot brought him back to his senses.

Lancer turned his head and looked at the courtyard. There seemed to be a few black shadows moving in the distant dark border.

He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and he didn't know where Gin took out a telescopic telescope and handed it to him.

"It's a good show, you can't just miss it."

Lancer held the single-tube telescope and glanced at the man meaningfully.

It turns out that Gin is not only a ghost, but also a very evil person.

The narrow lenses were filled with dense figures. They were scattered and dormant throughout the courtyard, trying to find bugs in the security equipment and avoid the electronic eyes.

That cautious movement looked really funny.

The young man watched with great interest, "This is the first time I have seen so many silly fish diving into the fishing nets by themselves."

"Huh, they're just clowns."

Gin suddenly said: "Get ready to close the Internet cafe."

I don’t know who I was talking to.

Lancer put down the telescope, curiously reached out and pushed all the hair behind Gin's ears, revealing a Bluetooth headset.

Regarding his almost offensive and rude behavior, Gin only felt vaguely uncomfortable, but did not move away.

"Have you seen enough?" The man's dark green eyes looked like snakes staring at him. The coldness inside them not only did not push Lancer away, but instead made this young and energetic young man more interested in him.

Lancer said jokingly: "You obviously still use a very old mobile phone, but you really like this kind of high technology that can be used to tease people."

"Oh, this is because I don't want to waste too much time on this kind of thing."

Almost following Gin's order, sharp mechanical sounds sounded one after another in the huge courtyard, mixed with chaotic movements.

As the harsh sound ended, the courtyard returned to its previous quietness.

The clouds gradually dispersed, and half of the moon's face timidly emerged from behind the thick clouds, seeming to reluctantly shed its bright light.

"Let's go." Gin turned and left, ignoring the man swaying his long legs diagonally across the window sill, and walked straight to the door.

"Where to go?" Lancer asked.

Gin opened the door, and before entering the dark corridor, he turned around and replied: "Go get what belongs to you."

The lobby of the villa is exaggeratedly luxurious. The walls are covered with European-style patterned wallpapers. The carpet at first glance is an elegant dark red with many images like interlaced cups and two women looking at each other printed on it. Complex patterns.

Whether it's the sofa in the middle or the coffee table, they are both expensive items at first glance.

If this were a gin place, his hobby would be too tacky.

As if he knew what Lancer was thinking, Gin who was sitting on the sofa looked up at him and said coldly: "Come down."

Anyone who intends to sneak into the manor is brought here.

Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they all lowered their heads. Not long after hearing the sound of Gin, a figure passed in front of their eyes.

The young man's steps were brisk, his toes were touching the ground, and people without special training would not walk like this.

The two men sat at opposite ends of the chair, like kings occupying two halves of the country, combining unruly, nobility, majesty and arrogance into one.

"who are they?"

"Someone who wants your life."

"Then why are you helping me?"

Lancer finally spoke out the questions he had been hiding in his heart. "I'm just a young master with no power and no attention from the Karasuma family. I'm still shackled by this appearance and can't show my talents."

"What do you want from me?"

Just hearing Gin chuckle lowly, the cigarette biting the corner of his mouth was held between his fingers, and the sparks were extinguished in the dark ashtray.

He spoke slowly: "You are a smart man. I don't want to be an enemy of smart people. If possible, I would rather we have a mutually beneficial relationship."

"I can help you seize the power of the Karasuma family, and you will naturally know what I want when the time comes."

Lancer made a bold guess: "You don't want me to be a puppet, do you?"

With his current situation and treatment, he would not be a convincing existence. If he used his name as the young master of the Karasuma family, he might be able to bluff people.

Gin raised his head slightly.

The sharp-edged profile looks like a silhouette in the dim light, mysterious, treacherous and full of temptation and danger.

"Would you do it if that were the case?"

Lancer scratched his hair, feeling like he had no choice.

The most important thing is that he doesn't want to refuse - if he really wants to stay in that dark family, he must have a solid backer, and Gin is undoubtedly a good candidate.

He had to hug the other person's thigh tightly.

Glancing at the restless guys, the young man nodded lightly and yawned lazily.

"Then, I'll leave it to you then."

Lancer's hand reached out to Gin's shoulder and patted him, reaching a tacit understanding with him.

After a while, Vodka received Gin's look, so the huge living room was cleared in the blink of an eye, and the world of the two people completely returned to silence.

When Lancer felt pain from the wound on his shoulder and wanted to go back to his room to rest, Gin threw something to him.

The small silver-like object drew a perfect arc in mid-air, and Lancer instinctively opened his fingers to catch it in his hand.

He looked closely and found that it was a ring.

There is a circular pattern on the ring holder, which is printed with a crow spreading its wings.

"Huh? What is it?" Lancer curiously held it up in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Isn't this not good? We don't know each other very well. You gave me such an expensive gift, and I can't return the gift - you still gave me my pocket money!"

Gin: "...it's just a token of the Karasuma family. It was in Mr. Yu's hands before, but now it belongs to you."

Lancer understood.

"Hey, didn't you tell me earlier? I was so scared that I thought you were going to confess to me!"

"..."