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

When he blocked the man in black in the bathroom and killed him, Lancer let out all his anger.

"Since I came to this world, I have only failed a mission for the first time due to Gin's interference. How could I have failed at other times?"

With blood splattering on his body, Lancer backed out of the bathroom, walked to the sink, turned on the faucet and started rinsing.

[System: Friendly reminder, if the host cannot complete other task requirements before dawn, the punishment will be doubled. 】

Lancer took off the disguise mask on his face and returned to his original appearance in an instant.

He wiped the blood from his face and neck with a tissue and asked calmly: "What is the punishment?"

[System: Unable to inform at the moment. 】

Can't you tell me even if you add money?

[System: The punishment mechanism cannot be leaked in advance, please understand. 】

Lancer rolled his eyes and sighed: "I've raised you for so long in vain."

While complaining, Lancer had already changed into his original appearance.

He reached out and dipped his hand in some water, played with his short silver hair, and showed a satisfied smile to himself in the mirror.

After closing the bathroom door, Lancer found someone at the door.

He instinctively planned to kill the opponent, but when he just took out his pistol, he realized that the handsome man leaning against the door frame was actually the disappeared Gin.

Lancer put the pistol back, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"If I had reacted slower just now, you might have been beaten to death by me now."

Gin silently picked up his fingers and made a gesture, which made Lancer smile dumbly.

That was a gesture they agreed to use to protect themselves in critical moments.

Lancer walked up to Gin and held each other's necks with the man for a passionate kiss.

After a moment, Lancer said with a somewhat disturbed breath: "Looking at my face, can you still recognize the me before?"

Ten years will leave traces of time on a person, but it will not change the contours of a person's face and the proportions and positions of his facial features.

Gin asked him: "Are you worried that that guy named Kyogoku will recognize you? There is no need to worry at all, I will kill him."

But Lancer shook his head, "Have you forgotten what I told you? According to the laws of this world, some people can be killed, but some people cannot."

Gin had an unhappy expression on his face, "Even if we let them commit suicide, wouldn't it be okay?"

Lancer glanced outside the door and replied calmly: "As long as we interfere, it's not allowed!"

His tone was like coaxing a child.

After confirming that there was no one in this corridor, Lancer retracted his head and asked Gin: "Where did you go just now?"

"Inside the club." Gin indicated with his eyes, pointing towards the end of the corridor.

"This Xingyun Hall not only has a dance hall, but also has many rooms for guests to rest. Of course, there is almost no one here now."

That's an interesting thing to say, Lancer thought.

He thought for a few seconds and said firmly: "You rarely use the word almost. It seems that you gained something by sneaking out this time?"

Gin sneered, raised his hand and rubbed Lancer's earlobe hard a few times, and said, "It's a bit rewarding, but not much."

The two left the bathroom and walked toward the back space of the club.

Under Gin's guidance, the two of them came to another corridor full of guest rooms.

Because the entire building of the guild hall is hemispherical, and the corridor is designed in the shell part of the spherical entrance door, the corridor is also arc-shaped, and there is a blind spot when moving forward.

When they got closer, they saw a lady in a dress exiting a lounge.

She was holding an expensive handbag in her hand, and was closing the door to the lounge with her other hand.

Lancer didn't care about the woman's identity at first, but after Gin's reminder, he looked at the woman's hair.

It was a head of dazzling silver hair. The silver threads were shining and looked extremely silky.

It does not become dim as a woman ages, or even dries up like weeds. Instead, it seemed like she had grown hair that had been washed by the moonlight, and it was tied back with just a hairpin.

When the woman turned around, Lancer saw her features clearly.

Lancer felt vaguely familiar, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

When he met the woman's amber eyes, Lancer was suddenly shocked: this face looked very similar to his own!

Not only Lancer, but also the lady in front of him was shocked by what he saw.

After she saw Lancer's face clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and then showed a surprised expression. Tears quickly formed in his eyes, his lips trembled, and he finally called him: "...A Zhen?!"

Lancer: "..."

Do you want to be so bloody? How can there be a plot where you can meet your own mother at the wrong turn?

It’s almost enough to meet my lover!

While Lancer was still stunned, the lady in front of him was already running towards him quickly.

It could be seen that the woman was already getting older. She staggered and almost fell down after running a few steps.

At this time, Lancer noticed a red mark on the palm of her hand, and he didn't know where it was left after touching it.

Gin pushed him from behind, so Lancer stepped forward to catch the noble lady who was about to fall.

"Are you okay?" Lancer didn't know how to get along with the woman in front of him, so he could only shrug and forced himself to smile. "My name is not Azhen, my name is Lancer, Lancer Hughes."

The lady didn't listen to what he said at all. She looked at Lancer's face carefully, and finally moved her hands and started to take off Lancer's clothes.

"Hey? What are you doing? Are you being a gangster? If you do this again, I will call the police!"

The woman turned his body away and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I just want to confirm something. After I look at it, I will..."

Before she finished speaking, her eyes trembled and she slowly looked at Lancer's face.

"Son, it's really you!"

Lancer: "..."

What the hell is she talking about?

[Back waist. 】

Gin's thoughts suddenly came out of his mind. Lancer looked at him suspiciously, then turned his head to look at his lower back.

Unfortunately, you can't see the movement no matter how distorted it is, so you may need a mirror.

[There is a mole on your lower back. 】

Gin teases him: very sexy.

[System: Oh, it’s here! 】