The curse spirit always wants to push me to the throne

A bar in an alley somewhere.

Ling Huan drank the tenth cup, lay down on the bar and burped, while calling out to others: "Keep drinking."

"You drink too much, Master Phantom." The other guests said with a smile.

This is the bar where Ling Huan helped get rid of spirits last time. The owner happens to be his friend, and most of the guests here are regular customers. It is a rare bar where only regular customers come. Only here can Ling Huan get drunk safely.

"It's too much, it's too early." Linghuan waved his hand indifferently, and complained with his chin resting on his arm while the bartender was making drinks, "I'm exhausted these days, and there have been more customers all of a sudden. "

"That's a booming business, congratulations~"

"haha, thank you."

After that day, Linghuan and Yingshan had no contact again, not even a phone call. At first, Linghuan was still debating whether to call to apologize, but after two or three days, there was really no contact on the other side, and he was determined to make up for it. Run your own life.

When Linghuan made up his mind to do something well, he seldom failed. With his dedicated marketing, Linghuan Chat Office finally opened up the market in the surrounding area, and attracted many customers with its affordable price. The schedule is full, and in the spare time on Saturdays and Sundays, Linghuan will occasionally volunteer as a volunteer, clean up the garbage, or go to the gym to exercise. Every day is very fulfilling.

You see, he's not doing just fine without the mob.

But at the same time, his pressure also doubled, so it is only natural to come here occasionally to get drunk. Japanese people like to have a drink after get off work, not only for entertainment, but also to vent the pressure accumulated during work.

But today, it seems that I really drank too much.

Ling Huan was lying on the table, ghosts appeared in the scene in front of him, and guests around him muttered: "It seems that I am really drunk, what should I do?"

"Call someone to pick him up, Master Linghuan, do you have any friends?"

ah?What is that, friend, he doesn't need it.

"Excuse me a little bit, let me check the contacts on my phone. Ah, there are only customer groups...Which one is his parents?"

"Master Linghuan seems to have said that he came to Tokyo alone to work hard, so it's useless to call parents so far away."

"That's a headache. I don't know which one is his friend. Master Linghuan, look here and see who you can call over here?"

Someone reached out and smashed the phone screen to Linghuan's face.

Linghuan frowned, as if trying to distinguish something, but didn't seem to understand what they were saying, swiped the screen drunkenly, and landed on a person's name with her fingertips: "mob."

"What did you say? mob (passer-by)? Is this your friend?" The man glanced at the screen and found that the note was mob. "Your friend's name is mob? Is it a nickname? Okay, then I'll call him."

The bell rang a few times, and it was connected, but the person on the other side didn't speak, and the person said directly: "Sorry, are you Linghuan's friend? He is drunk in the bar now, and he probably can't walk. Can you come and pick him up? ?”

The other side finally spoke up: "Master, is everything okay? Which bar?"

Illusion?The voice sounds a bit small, and what is the name of the master...

After hesitating for a while, he replied: "It's xx bar, but are you an adult? Only adults can enter here, hello? Hello?"

A look, hung up.

"What's the matter? Is no one coming?"

"I don't know if I will come or not, so I hung up."

So the others also tried their best, but they didn't dare to let Linghuan continue to drink. The bartender ordered him a sober glass and asked him to lie down on the table and have a good rest.

Not long after, the bar door was pushed open from the outside.

A tall man walked in, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. He was slender in a black windbreaker. There were only two colors of black and white on his body. This was the first time the bartender had seen so many customers. When it comes to...a special person, it doesn't mean that he looks so special. Although the man's appearance is not bad, he is still a little far from the star on TV. The main reason is that his aura is incompatible with ordinary people.

Originally, other people were still noisy, but after this person walked in, the atmosphere became much quieter.

Yingshan's gaze quickly locked on the figure lying on the bar, it was the first time he came to the bar, he pursed his lips slightly, and walked to sit next to Linghuan uncomfortably.

The bartender hesitated for a while and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

Yingshan shook his head, pointed to Linghuan next to him: "I'll pick him up."

The bartender suddenly said, "You are that mob? You don't look like a passer-by at all."

Kageyama was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. Mob was his nickname in elementary school, but when he moved to Tokyo in junior high school, no one called him by that gradually. The only person who would call him that was Master.

And he really looks like a passerby, right?

Xiao dimple complained: "No, you don't look like a passerby in the slightest."

If Shigeo Kageyama was dumb when he was expressionless in junior high school, then he can only be said to be cold without expression now, the kind of coldness that people dare not approach.

'I don't know why it became like this. Kageyama sighed inwardly.

Ever since I grew up suddenly that day, this kind of chaotic state has also happened from time to time. After researching by Mogami-sensei and Senior Tornado, I came to the conclusion that the superpowers that grew suddenly during adolescence tended to get out of control again. Kageyama has returned to the devil's training, and he doesn't even have time to connect with the spirit. In order to prevent this state from hurting others, or the possibility of going berserk again, he can only cooperate with the training.

After several days of training, the devil was finally able to temporarily control this state, and even maintain his grown-up appearance for a few hours, but it will disappear after he fully masters the soaring superpower.

And tonight, originally he was training superpowers somewhere in the suburbs, but Yingshan hurried over with a phone call from Linghuan.

Going back to reality.

Ying Shan looked at Ling Huan's state of drunkenness rather curiously, and in his impression, Shi Jiang had never lost his composure in front of him before, as if he was always a mature and calm adult.

It turned out that he would also get drunk in bars.

Linghuan seemed to realize that someone was looking at him, and raised his head in confusion, a double image in front of his eyes, full of black and white color blocks: "Who are you?"

"I am mob, Master."

"Mob? Are you a mob?"

Linghuan asked again, not even the calm voice of the past, repeating it twice childishly, Yingshan couldn't help but smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well, I am."

Linghuan was really drunk and not so clear-headed, but at least he knew that his disciple was only in junior high school, and he was not that tall, so he frowned: "No, you are not, my disciple is Xiaoxiao, not as tall as you. high."

Yingshan smiled helplessly: "I'm really a mob, and the way I am now is because of my ability."

Hearing the words, Linghuan leaned closer, frowning as if he wanted to see clearly, Yingshan was caught off guard by his holding his face, the distance was so close that his breath was entangled, and he could kiss him any closer, but Linghuan was so drunk that he couldn't grasp it He had to keep a distance, but he just felt that this face looked a bit like his disciple, but not quite.

It seemed that he didn't see anything, and he didn't see the man's red ears. Ling Huan moved his nose, but he smelled a cool mint fragrance: "Who are you, you are not a mob."

"Master, you're drunk." Ying Shan hurriedly moved away, his heart beating so loudly that he could jump out of his chest, "I'll take you home."

Linghuan was still muttering, as if repeatedly wondering whether the person in front of him was Yingshan, so he had no choice but to walk out of the bar with Linghuan on his shoulder.

The weight of an adult is not light. Fortunately, Kageyama used telekinetic power to bear half of the load, and his walking pace was still very steady. Linghuan's dizzy mind was blown by the cold night wind, and he suddenly covered his mouth and broke free from Kageyama's hand. , rushed into the side alley.

"Ugh...vomit!"

Holding on to the telephone pole, Linghuan vomited, clutching her stomach in discomfort, and her mind became even more dizzy.

"Teacher?" Yingshan anxiously followed behind him, patted his back helplessly, "Are you feeling better, should you go to the hospital, or buy sober medicine..."

The little dimple said calmly: "Don't worry, he's just drunk, it's normal, just send him home to sleep, at most drink sober tea or something like that."

Hearing this, Yingshan didn't take his time anymore, and directly used his telekinetic power to engulf Linghuan Xinlong and walked on the empty road. He knew the address of the master's apartment, and he arrived home in less than 5 minutes.

Yingshan carried Linghuan and struggled to open the door. Of course, he also used telekinetic power to unlock the door. He put Linghuan on the sofa, bought sober tea to coax people to drink it, and then stared at Linghuan, who was vomiting all over his body. The clothes are in a daze.

"How to do this?"

The little dimple picked his nostrils irrelevantly: "Just leave it here, I'm an adult, I have to be responsible for what I do."

"No, let's go wash it." Yingshan shook his head, carefully moved Linghuan to the bathroom with telekinetic power, and then peeled off Linghuan's clothes at a loss.

Originally, he could use super powers to handle everything, but now the ability control is not as good as before, and it is safer to do it manually.

……

The warm water wrapped her whole body, as if she had returned to her mother's amniotic fluid.

Linghuan opened his eyes in a daze, and his mind cleared up for a moment. He saw a strange man leaning over to hold the shower, and the warm water was pouring on him. It seemed that he didn't expect him to wake up so soon. Embarrassment flashed across his face, and his thin lips opened and closed:

"Master...are you awake?"

Linghuan didn't hear what he was calling at all, and stared blankly at the face that was close at hand.

Stern and indifferent, with long and narrow eyes, a high bridge of nose, and thin lips with no color, as if there were only two colors of black and white, but when the eyes were on him, the snow-capped mountains on his eyebrows melted instantly, and there was worry in his eyes and some hot feeling.

Who is he?

This was Linghuan's first thought, and before his consciousness slipped into darkness, he thought,

He is so good looking.