Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

AI generates beautiful pictures of Han Jae-in before she got drunk

Lin Lang hugged Han Zaiyin tightly, and whispered with a pounding heart: "Wife, it's all my fault."

"I've been busy lately and neglected your feelings. I won't make excuses. I'll reflect on myself deeply, okay?" Lin Lang's words were full of sincerity in his self-blame.

Han Zaiyin raised her head, looked at Lin Lang with tearful eyes, and asked in a sobbing voice: "Really?"

Lin Lang nodded seriously, "Really. No matter how busy I am in the future, even if I go to pick up girls, I will report it to you first, and I won't let you have wild thoughts and make you so sad."

Han Zaiyin burst into laughter, hooked her hands around Lin Lang's neck, pouted her lips with drunken eyes, and muttered, "You said it, don't regret it."

Lin Lang scratched Han Zaiyin's nose lovingly and said, "I will never regret it."

Han Zaiyin looked at Lin Lang with particularly affectionate drunken eyes, snuggled in his arms, and her longing for Lin Lang was finally relieved a little.

Han Zaiyin, who was obviously drunk, murmured softly, "You know what? Every minute and every second of the days when you are not by my side is torture."

"In every lonely night, I curled up in that damn double bed, and the memories of my sweet embrace with you kept circling in my mind, but every time I woke up from my sleep, you were not by my side."

"I was hoping you would suddenly appear in front of me and hug me tightly, but I couldn't tell you where you went to fool around."

Tears rolled down Han Zaiyin's pink cheeks, wetting Lin Lang's clothes.

Han Zaiyin raised his head slightly while speaking, trying to hold back his tears, but his eyes were like a river that had burst its dam and could not be stopped.

"Don't cry, my dear. Your crying makes me feel so heartbroken!" Lin Lang gently wiped Han Zaiyin's tears.

Han Zaiyin's lips trembled slightly, and she was choking with sobs and unable to speak. She just looked at Lin Lang pitifully, and every tear seemed to be telling of the grievances and longings she had experienced in these days.

Han Zaiyin's fragile appearance, like a delicate flower bullied by wind and rain, moved Lin Lang deeply.

Han Zaiyin sniffed and continued to confess his longing for Lin Lang in a drunken manner.

"I have thought countless times at night, is there something wrong with me that makes you always send me perfunctory messages instead of going on dates with me?"

"You said you loved me, didn't you?"

Han Zaiyin bit her red lips with tears in her eyes. Her resentful and affectionate eyes broke Lin Lang's heart.

Lin Lang hugged Han Zaiyin tighter and replied distressedly: "Although I am a scumbag, my love for you is unquestionable."

"Wife, I once told you, 'Everything in this world is suffering, but your preference for me is my salvation.' I love you, Han Zaiyin!"

Han Zaiyin heard this and snuggled in Lin Lang's arms, crying aggrievedly, "Wuwuwu..."

"Hubby, you are the only person I care about and love deeply in this world where I have no relatives."

"You are the light in my life. Please don't let this light dim, okay?"

Lin Lang gently lifted Han Zaiyin's face, wiped away the tears from her eyes with his thumb, and gently comforted her: "You are also the woman I want to love and protect the most in this world where I have no relatives."

"Don't cry, my dear. Let's go home now, okay?" Lin Lang gently kissed Han Zaiyin's forehead.

Han Zaiyin burst into laughter, hugged Lin Lang tightly, and nodded with tears in her eyes, saying "Okay."

Lin Lang asked lovingly, "Honey, do you want me to hold you in my arms and leave the bar, or carry you on my back?"

Han Zaiyin laughed drunkenly: "I want you to carry me on your back, hehe..."

"Princess, let's go!"

As Lin Lang spoke, he squatted slightly and let the obviously drunk Han Zaiyin lie on his back. She was so drunk that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were blurry. Her drunken smile was very charming.

Lin Lang stood up steadily, carrying Han Zaiyin on his back, and walked towards the door of the bar.

Lin Lang's steps were unsteady but with a special kind of firmness. He hummed the humorous little tune "Pigsy Carrying His Wife on His Back". His voice was sometimes high and sometimes low, and he was very out of tune, but full of playfulness.

Lin Lang was seen humming a little tune and swaying his body slightly. Every time he swayed, Han Zaiyin would giggle sweetly on his back. The laughter echoed in Lin Lang's ears, clear and pleasant.

Lin Lang turned his head and looked at Han Zaiyin's smiling eyes, and the smile also spread in his eyes.

However, just as Lin Lang turned his head, he unexpectedly bumped into a scarred thug.

Behind the scarred thug, a dozen of his followers lined up in a row, like a wall of people emitting hostility. They all had tattoos on their bodies, and their faces all showed a sense of ruthlessness and unruliness.

Lin Lang blurted out subconsciously: "I'm sorry." After that, he turned around and continued to leave with Han Zaiyin on his back.

"You fucking bumped into me, and you want to just say sorry and let it go?"

The scarred gangster had a sinister look in his eyes, like a hungry wolf in the cold night. He crushed the cigarette butt at the corner of his mouth onto the ground, making a "sizzling" sound. Sparks flew everywhere, as if it was the embodiment of his inner cruelty.

Next to him was a gangster with a face full of flesh. His cheeks kept bulging as he chewed gum. His bulging muscles and tattoos made him look like a vicious monster.

There was also a tall and thin man with narrowed eyes, playing with a butterfly knife in his hand. The blade was spinning and jumping rapidly at his fingertips, and the reflected cold light was like the gaze of the god of death, which made people shiver unexpectedly.

This group of hooligans stood in the bar, and the air around them seemed to be polluted by their ferocity, filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Lin Lang's eyes suddenly turned cold, like a cold star, and his face was so cold that it seemed to freeze three feet of ice. He replied grimly: "While I am not angry yet, you little Karamis, you'd better disappear from my sight immediately."

A reckless thug suddenly blocked Lin Lang's way and shouted angrily, "Do you know who our boss is?"

Facing a group of hooligans who blocked her way and provoked her, Han Zaiyin sobered up a little, but still replied in a visibly drunk state: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, my husband is a Sanda champion."

When the gangsters heard this, they were stunned at first, as they had never expected that Lin Lang was a Sanda champion.

But in a flash, this group of hooligans burst into laughter, and their laughter was full of disdain and arrogance.

The scarred thug who led the group was even more playful. He stretched out his finger, poked Lin Lang's chest hard, and said harshly: "A man dressed like you is obviously a gigolo. Don't brag about being a Sanda champion."

Lin Lang looked down at the finger poking his chest, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

Because Lin Lang was carrying the drunk Han Zaiyin on his back, it was not convenient for him to use fists and feet to teach these thugs a lesson, so he had to use the [Super Telekinesis] (Object Manipulation) skill and looked coldly at the thug holding the butterfly knife.

In an instant, the butterfly knife seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. The handle of the knife vibrated violently in the palm of the gangster, and was out of the control of its owner.

The tall and thin gangster only felt that the butterfly knife in his hand seemed to suddenly have its own ideas and was being controlled by an invisible force.

"Uh……"

This invisible and powerful force spread along the gangster's right arm holding the butterfly knife, causing his hair to stand on end and cold sweat to pour down, while his body was involuntarily pulled forward.

The gangster holding a butterfly knife tried his best to stop the butterfly knife from stabbing his boss, but to no avail.

The butterfly knife, with a resolute momentum, dragged the hand of the gangster who owned the knife and stabbed it towards the scarred gangster's cheek under the horrified gaze of the gangster.

The next scene shocked all the gangsters.

"puff……"

As soon as the scarred thug finished provoking Lin Lang, the tall and thin thug could no longer control the butterfly knife in his hand, as if possessed by an evil spirit, and stabbed the boss's cheek with it.

The scarred gangster screamed in pain, blood splattered everywhere and he stood there in a daze, covering his bleeding cheek and shaking all over with pain.

"Fuck!"

"Are you fucking crazy? You even stabbed your own boss?"

The scarred gangster opened his eyes wide with disbelief, he covered his injured face with his hands, pain and astonishment intertwined in his eyes.

The other hooligans were instantly stunned, their mouths open and eyes wide open, as if time had stopped at this moment.

"What's going on?" A gangster with dyed yellow hair was shocked, his voice trembling obviously.

"This kid is drunk and confused. He didn't stab the pretty boy across the street, but stabbed his own boss?"

Another bald gangster also started shouting, with fear written all over his face.

"Are you blind, you idiot?"

"Why did you suddenly stab your own people?"

A dozen thugs were talking to each other, looking at the gangster holding the butterfly knife in shock and confusion.

The tall and thin gangster's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes widened, staring at the bloody knife in his hand, and then looked at the injured boss in panic. His lips trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was filled with tears as he eagerly explained: "Boss, this... this is really an accident!"

"I don't know what happened. The knife suddenly went crazy. I wanted to hold it tightly to prevent it from stabbing you, but the knife in my hand just wouldn't obey me!"

The scarred thug covered his face with a knife wound that was bleeding profusely, and kicked the tall and thin younger brother to the ground. With blood all over his mouth, he said angrily incoherently: "Fuck you, beat me to death."

The tall and thin gangster was beaten and kicked by his accomplices. He fell to the ground and begged for mercy: "Boss, spare my life!"

"Boss, I am loyal to you, why would I deliberately do something like stabbing you with a knife?"

"You must believe me!" The tall and thin gangster's voice was full of fear and shock.

Han Zaiyin, who was carried on Lin Lang's back, was originally dazed, but was instantly half sobered up by this sudden change.

Han Zaiyin's hands unconsciously grabbed Lin Lang's clothes. She was shocked by the bloody and weird scene just now. Her throat seemed to be choked by something and she couldn't speak for a long time.

Lin Lang watched all this coldly, his eyes still icy, as if this was just a trivial farce.

Then, Lin Lang slightly adjusted the position of Han Zaiyin on his back, and left in the chaos with a sly smile on his face.

Lin Lang looked like nothing had happened. He continued to hum the little tune "Pig Bajie Carrying His Wife on His Back" while swaying his body slightly as he walked towards the door of the bar carrying Han Zaiyin on his back.

Han Zaiyin, who was lying on Lin Lang's back, couldn't laugh at this moment. She asked in surprise, "Husband, was it you who used the strange magic to make those hooligans kill each other just now?"