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

After a brief moment of confusion, Lancer smiled and reached out to pinch the child's chin and said, "It's not like that, your face is round, but I have a melon-seed chin!"

"Maybe I will lose weight when I grow up?" The little crybaby pointed at his eyes and said, "Your eyes are also amber, and we are the same."

Lancer tilted his head back: "You don't want to recognize me as your father, do you? I don't know how to give birth to children, and I can't raise a crybaby like you."

The little crybaby wiped away his snot and tears with his sleeve and retorted loudly: "I'm not a crybaby!"

"Okay, okay, as long as you don't make such a loud noise, I will give you half of the bread." Lancer raised the bread in his hand and showed off: "It's the blueberry jam sandwich bread that Master Xiaojing left for me. oh!"

Although the little guy didn't say anything, there was a longing expression on his innocent and childlike face.

Lancer was good at coaxing children.

It stands to reason that a young master like Kurosawa Jin, what kind of delicious bread has he never eaten? But he described this blueberry jam bread as something out of the ordinary, and the children's curiosity was easily aroused.

The little crying bag was assigned to the side with more sandwich, which happened to be the one that Lancer hadn't bitten.

He carefully licked the jam first, and then his eyes sparkled.

"How's it going? Am I right?" Lancer asked him with a smile. The little crybaby hummed and nodded vigorously.

Then the older one and the younger one used a very novel way of eating bread at the same time, which stunned Gin.

They didn't bite it directly like normal people, but followed the sandwich and tore it apart from the middle bit by bit until the bread was torn into two pieces of flaky bread with blueberry sauce.

The two of them licked the blueberry jam and then ate the bread at the same time, their movements uniform, as if they had been rehearsed.

Even at the end, he licked the crumbs from his fingers with the same satisfaction.

Gin: "..."

A magical and shocking thought came to his mind. It was so terrifying...

After being frightened all night, the little crybaby Kurosawa drank the remaining half glass of milk and fell asleep on Gin's single bed.

The room was eerily silent.

Gin crossed his arms and looked at Lancer again.

He didn't even know that he had met Lancer when he was very young.

And being stared at like this, Lancer felt innocent.

"Stop looking." Lancer stood up and shook the clothes on the chair a few times. They felt dry to the touch, so he put them on himself.

"I am inhabiting this body. It turns out that I don't even remember what memories this person has."

Gin's mood suddenly worsened as she watched him put on his trousers again, with his thin and long legs hidden in the trousers.

"No memory at all?"

Lancer recalled: "At the beginning, there were still fragments of images flashing through my mind, but they were basically related to the organization. There didn't seem to be many memories of childhood or growing up."

In fact, it can be said that there is none at all.

Hearing what he said, Gin frowned and whispered what he heard last night to Lancer.

It is known that when the Kurosawa family was developing rapidly on the road, other family forces could not sit still, so they caused the accident last night - of course, Gin was more likely to be caused by the Karasuma family.

If he were a member of the Karasuma family, he would do the same thing. This would be a good opportunity to weaken his opponent.

It is said that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and Karasuma Renya cannot just sit back and watch the development of the Kurosawa family become more and more powerful.

Lancer said: "If this is the case, then it is easy to predict what will happen next. The Kurosawa family is bound to have internal strife, and this little crybaby will definitely be fostered in the Karasuma family. When the situation of the Kurosawa family stabilizes Then someone will be sent to pick him up.”

But what happened next?

Although he already had a guess in his mind, Gin did not say it rashly.

He jumped out of bed, pulled the clock out of the bed again, and discussed with Lancer: "Just waiting day after day is not the answer. Why don't you try to adjust the time and skip the gap in the middle."

Isn't this just pulling the game progress bar?

Lancer felt it was a bit risky, but he could give it a try.

"How long will it take to adjust?"

"One month." Gin frowned slightly, then regained his composure: "Let's try it first."

"Understood." Lancer imitated Rai's tone, successfully made Gin laugh angrily, and reached out to pinch his ears.

"See you in this room? Or under the big tree?"

"It will be all right."

So, Lancer turned the calendar page on the clock and patiently counted the days.

Thirty days later, Lancer felt that there was no big difference in the surrounding environment, except that the backrest was a little hard.

When he reacted, he found that Gin and the little crying bag were no longer in the room.

I stood up and turned around to see a single bed behind me.

"Why is there a young master whose room is as neat as a standard hotel room?" Lancer glanced at the neatly folded quilts on the bed and guessed that Kurosawa had moved into his room.

Seeing that Gin was not there, Lancer thought of looking under the big tree in the courtyard.

Unexpectedly, a flower bed in the courtyard was cleared and became a shooting range for young children.

Lancer frowned as he looked at Gin and the little crybaby who were being trained by a killer in the organization.

Practicing archery at such a young age?

Seeing Gin's excellent performance, almost every arrow hit the target, the eyes of the teacher who trained him gradually gleamed.

After finally waiting for their training to end, Lancer wanted to talk to Gin, but he never had the chance. But at this time, they unexpectedly heard a conversation between the killer who trained them and an unknown gentleman at the end of the corridor.

"...Young Master Jing is very good. Only after hard training can such a person become a useful sword. Sir, there is no need to give up the opportunity for him to serve the organization because of his miserable life experience..."

"You think highly of him?"

"His talent is definitely above that of the young master of the Kurosawa family."

After a moment of silence, the gentleman asked again: "How is the situation with the Kurosawa family?"

"It will take a few years to return to its current glory. But if the head of the Kurosawa family changes, this young master... may stay here forever."

"Tell me, if he was raised by the Karasuma family to be a useless waste...would the Kurosawa family want him back?"

Lancer's eyelids twitched and he wanted to curse.