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

Lancer had never been so angry.

Anyone who sees his lover holding someone who looks exactly like him will probably not be able to calm down.

Especially Gin's face didn't look very reluctant.

In other words, he has always had that dead face, but that didn't stop Lancer from getting angry.

He felt like he was being played like a monkey by these people.

When Vodka finished these words, he vaguely heard a tut from Bomore, and felt that he had said the wrong thing.

But he didn’t want to either, he was just telling the truth!

"Step aside."

Lancer's voice sounded calm, but in fact it was full of waves. Vodka hesitated again and again, so he had to turn back to his elder brother for help.

However, at this time, Gin reached out and pried off the boy's head without even opening it twice. The way he didn't have time to let go was really like holding the young man in his arms.

Lancer's blood pressure spiked.

Vodka heard Lancer curse in a low voice: "Damn..."

In order to avoid being affected, Vodka immediately moved away from his body and made way for Lancer.

Bomaluo, who was sitting in his original position, was looking at their Shura field leisurely, and his pretty red lips were raised, making it clear that watching the excitement was not too big a deal.

When Lancer approached, Gin whispered: "Get out of the way."

The eyes of the person in his arms regained their clarity, and with obvious grievance, he looked up at Gin and called in a low voice: "Master..."

Before Gin could repeat the order, Lancer grabbed him by the back collar, held him tightly, and threw him towards the empty dining table by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lancer's face was still cold, and even if he tried so hard, he could only grit his teeth.

Bomore, who was afraid of being affected, hid behind Kamu. He couldn't help but patted his chest and said in fear: "Is this a patient who just got rid of his fucking fever? He can hit three of me!"

Camu didn't say anything, he just moved his gaze to the boy who was thrown out, and frowned slightly.

The guy's reaction was also very quick.

He was ready to land firmly as soon as he was thrown out, and now he was half-crouching on the dining table.

Some dishes were knocked over, but nothing serious.

The next moment, Lancer reached out and grabbed Gin's collar, trying to threaten the man.

"You left me alone in the car last night and went to the trade fair just to buy this guy and come back to piss me off, right?"

Gin didn't know where his anger came from, so he just thought he was jealous and replied casually: "Although it took some effort, he is a very obedient tool and should come in handy in the future."

His big hand pressed on the top of Lancer's head, as if he could easily restrain him.

"Don't hold up my collar. Who do you want to show it to?"

Lancer: "You fucking..."

He was indeed a long way from Gin, but Lancer firmly believed that he could still grow taller if he exercised and supplemented his nutrition after recovering.

When people are looking for trouble for their opponents, they will first grab the opponent's collar and lift him up. However, due to his height, Lancer's current movements really looked like he was holding up the opponent's collar.

No momentum.

Damn it, I can’t even argue!

Probably regarding Lancer as an enemy that was detrimental to Gin, the young man jumped off the table and rushed towards Lancer again with lightning speed, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Lancer impatiently pulled out a pistol and fired three shots at him.

The young man dodged in a hurry and did not dare to step forward again.

However, the legs of the dining table had bullet marks, and the stools also had holes. The huge movement frightened the waiters in the restaurant and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, causing a panic.

After blowing on the heat from the muzzle, Lancer spoke to the waiter nearest him in fluent English.

"Don't be afraid, ask him for compensation."

He pointed the gun at Gin, released his hand holding the man's collar, and asked boredly: "Is he the new helper you are looking for?"

"Ah."

Gin adjusted his collar and shook his head at the boy who was still planning to rush over and fight with Lancer. The man immediately became much more well-behaved.

The more he watched them interact, the more annoyed Lancer became.

He said angrily: "What a great helper! He's as good as a dog. He bites wherever he points and wag his tail at the dog owner."

"Maybe one day I'll help you warm your bed. I'll enjoy the happiness and embrace the beauty. If it were me, I'd be happy too."

Ginjiu frowned and said coldly: "What are you crazy about?"

He wanted to say something, but there were still outsiders in the restaurant, so it was not convenient to say more. He just said to Lancer: "If you feel uncomfortable, go back to your room and rest. Don't cause trouble here."

Lancer felt anger welling up in his chest, and his eyesight turned black.

[System: Oh my god, host, don’t be angry with the straight guy. Your physical data is not very good. Your heart rate fluctuates wildly. Listen to me! Escape! 】

Listen to people's advice to eat a full meal.

Lancer lowered his head to suppress the anger in his heart, bypassed Gin and walked towards the door of the restaurant.

The man looked a little irritated at his thin back. Just as he was about to ask Vodka to follow him and take a look, he heard the screams of the cleaner's aunt coming from outside.

"Guest? This guest! Someone is here! Someone fainted!"

Gin stopped for a moment, turned around and walked out the door immediately.

But before he could even walk out of the restaurant, the young man chasing him grabbed his sleeve and looked at him eagerly.

"..."

It was the first time in Lancer's life that he was fainted from anger.

When he woke up, he encountered the scene of the setting sun on the horizon. The curtains hanging by the floor-to-ceiling windows showed a hazy golden glow, and the holy light shone on the earth.

Lancer sat for a long time before he came back to his senses. His dull eyes turned, and Gin was nowhere to be seen in the empty room.

"System, help me detect my body values."

[System: The detection is completed. The host's body is currently in a weak state. Affected by drugs and other factors, the strength value is weakened by 20%, the agility is reduced by 30%, the aiming ability is unstable, and the floating value is between 7% and 9%...]

To sum it up, you can still beat someone up even if you are sick.

At this time, the door opened, and Gin walked in from the door, returning with food packed from outside.

Before the man could speak, Lancer lay back on the quilt expressionlessly and covered his head.

This move immediately stopped Gin who wanted to say something.

Still angry...