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

The space in the car is very small.

He was dizzy from Gin's overly skilled kiss.

The man's low-alcohol, magnetic voice sounded in his ears, tempting him: "What's your name?"

"Lancer...Lancer Hughes..."

"This doesn't seem to be your real name?"

"Well, I don't know."

Lancer seemed to have sunk into a vast ocean. His body was obviously shivering from the cold, but his spirit was in a dizzy state, a little hazy.

"look into my eyes."

The man's fingers touched the corners of his eyes, and he exerted slight pressure on his palms, forcing his eyes to meet the man's.

His soft-looking lips were slightly pursed, as if he were smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"You seem to be able to do magic."

Lancer's eyes were confused by those dark green eyes, and he gradually became distracted.

"why do you say so……"

Gin's voice seemed to come from outside: "Aren't your arsenal and your car all conjured by you? Huh?"

The rising sound at the end of the sound made Lancer a little unable to resist.

He gradually became so confused that he kept saying everything: "I have a treasure chest, but you can't see it..."

"Then where is it?"

"Well...you know, the Temple of Thought? It exists in my mind...it's a part of my body."

absurd.

These two words flashed through Gin's mind.

But he calmed down and thought again, there is still drug A in this world, and even that gentleman is greedily pursuing immortality. It seems that it is not impossible for more bizarre things to happen.

Looking at Lancer, whose eyes were already wandering, Gin raised his lips, his eyes filled with pride but also hidden a bit of narrowness.

He placed his hands over Lancer's eyes.

"Good. You are tired now and can sleep."

The rain outside the car showed no intention of stopping. It continued to rain until the second half of the night and did not stop until the early morning.

When the sun comes out the next day, everything in the world seems to have been washed away. The houses, roads, flowers, plants and trees all seem to have been filled with saturation again and have a completely new look.

There is still mud in the air after rain, which is a natural smell and extremely fresh.

Lancer was awakened by the coolness blowing from the window. A bunch of stupid hair stood up on his messy head, which jumped up and down as his head turned.

"Ah, so tired..."

He squinted his eyes, half asleep, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, and stepped on the floor with his bare feet.

The cold wind blowing outside the window, coupled with the coolness coming from the bottom of the floor, made Lancer completely awake.

Then he remembered what Gin did to him.

"Ahhhh-that bastard!"

He suppressed his anger and rushed out of the bedroom, but he happened to bump into a man returning from a walk to buy breakfast.

Lancer angrily kicked him over, but Gin grabbed his legs and feet, easily picked him up, and then threw him on the sofa in the living room.

Lancer expressed dissatisfaction: "You are not a fucking human being!"

"how?"

"You actually used hypnosis on me yesterday! No, it was a honey trap and hypnosis at the same time!" He secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "You actually used this method to trick me..."

When you are beautiful, things will go wrong!

This guy with eight hundred tricks...

asshole!

Faced with his angry reaction, Gin was much calmer.

He put his breakfast on the coffee table, took out the newly purchased cigarette and lit one, and then began to speak slowly: "When a person remains awake, his words will inevitably be polished. I want to make sure The secrets I want to hear about you are truthful statements without any modification, not lies.”

"Exchanging the answer to a secret room for a secret, isn't this what you promised yourself?"

After saying that, Gin's eyes swept across the man's dissatisfied face, and he slowly blew out a puff of smoke.

"That's fair, isn't it?"

"It's fair, but rude! I give you something myself, and you take it from me are completely different things!"

Lancer was red from head to heels, like a cooked shrimp.

He was angry.

Anyone who is plotted by the person they like will not feel good, right?

Although he admitted that if he really wanted to tell the story about the system, Lancer would modify and embellish it based on the facts in order to facilitate the other party's understanding and trust. But there is a big difference between being forced to tell the truth and telling the truth voluntarily.

Lancer couldn't argue.

This man has completely seen through himself!

Lancer lowered his head, clenched his fingers and turned around to leave. He stepped across the floor with bare feet and returned to the room, then closed the door forcefully.

Gin frowned, stared at the untouched breakfast, and took a long drag on his cigarette.

Seeing Lancer changing into new clothes silently after returning to the room, the system became a little restless.

[System: Host? How are you? 】

"Last night, when I was hypnotized, why didn't you remind me?"

You could tell by the sound that he was angry.

[System: In the absence of abnormal data such as maliciousness and killing intent, the system cannot interfere with the normal interaction between the host and other people...]

"Normal interaction?!" Lancer sneered.

Is this a normal interaction?

[System: Is the host angry because he was hypnotized, or because he was embarrassed in front of him? 】

Lancer said angrily: "I'm only angry because I'm annoyed that he would use the same method he used on undercover agents and enemies on me!"

After speaking, he paused, his Adam's apple rolling.

"...Did I look fierce just now?"

The system is telling lies with its eyes open.

[System: I think it’s true. 】

Now there are only two words in Lancer's mind: It's over.

He's lost all his face, why don't he just go and wait for Gin to laugh at his jokes?

Lancer was so frustrated that when Gin was not in the living room, he slipped out of the villa wearing a fisherman hat to protect the sun, and wandered to the beach by the familiar route.

The beach is not far from where they live, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk there.

[System: Host, you are like that kid who ran away from home but is afraid that he will starve to death outside. Since the cold war has slipped out, can't we go a little further? 】

Lancer snorted: "This is called darkness under the lamp, don't you understand? He thought I would run away, but in fact I am so close to the seaside. He will definitely not come here to find me."

The system boasted that his host was wise.

Many people come here to catch the sea, especially children.

Lancer also bought a small rake and bucket in order to blend in, but he spent most of his time squatting in a daze where the water could reach his feet.

"Excuse me, are you here digging clams alone?"

Lancer raised his head and glanced at the other party.

A tall, lanky man with a lewd look in his eyes seemed to be very interested in him.