Ling Guang drove resignedly, lamenting his bad luck.

Obviously, I was very lucky today, I caught the eighty-first spirit, and I can take the intermediate exam tomorrow, there is an 80% chance that I passed the intermediate assessment, why did such an unlucky thing happen?

Ling Guang glanced in the rearview mirror again, and when he saw the unconscious drunk, he couldn't help but sigh again.

He also wanted to be able to meet his idol male god Lu Nanqin tomorrow, that is a god-like existence in addition to the spirit world, he is proficient in various formations, knows all kinds of spells, and is also very young, less than thirty years old, is the top soul slayer.

I heard that he has just returned to China recently, and it is very likely that he will remove the Spirit Association, so it is possible for him to meet him, and he can also ask for a coveted autograph or group photo, he was originally fantasizing when he caught the eighty-first spirit, why would he kill halfway to bite the gold!

Ling Guang only felt a pain in his head, parked the car in the underground garage of his house, opened the door of the back seat, and killed the drunk 10,000 times with his eyes.

But he could only resign himself to his fate.

Tsk, it's really heavy, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's practice, I really couldn't stand you.

Ling Guang threw the strange man on the sofa in his living room, looked at the half-dead and panting drunk, and killed him more than 10,000 times with his eyes.

He dragged himself to pour the drunk a glass of water and handed it to him, "Hey, drink some water and sober up, and hurry up and get me home." ”

The drunkard didn't even lift his eyelids.

Ling Guang took a deep breath and bent down to help him drink water, as soon as the cup touched his lips, he suddenly opened his eyes, put one hand around Ling Guang's waist, and the other hand fixed Ling Guang's chin, and kissed him.

Ling Guang's eyes widened suddenly—the change came so quickly, like a tornado.

Ling Guang was caught off guard and kissed squarely.

He hurriedly reached out and pushed away, but the drunkard's strength was amazing, and the harder you pushed, the tighter he hugged him.

Not only that, but the mouth that kissed Ling Guang's lips was not idle, sucking and biting, and his tongue stretched out to lick it, and continued to go deeper.

Ling Guang was kissed so loudly that he splashed the glass of water in his hand directly.

The drunk was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes, blinked, and then abruptly retreated, with a frightened look on his face.

Scare?!

Why did he even frighten me? Am I the one to be frightened?

Ling Guang put down the water glass heavily, and hummed a note through his nose, "Awake?" ”

The man looked at Ling Guang, who had a gloomy face and a fierce face, and reached out and scratched his head, "Hmm...... Where do I sleep? ”

Ling Guang was suddenly a mouthful of old blood - what the hell, do you think this is your home?

Where do you sleep? Sleep on the street!

Before Ling Guang could speak, the man stood up and walked to the bathroom very calmly, saying as he walked, "Help me get a change of clothes." ”

Lingguang: ......

Peat, what do you think of here? Your own home? What did you take me for? A servant of your house?

Ling Guangqi gritted his teeth, his eyes breathing fire, and stared at the strange man.

The man walked a few steps and found that Ling Guang didn't move, so he looked back at him suspiciously, "Why are you still stunned?" Go ahead! ”

Damn retarded!

It's time to play with the momentum of the hosts.

Ling Guang cleared his throat, and just as he wanted to speak, the man turned around and continued to walk towards the bathroom and said, "Hmm...... Did you knock me off and bring me home in a bad way? ”

"What's the wrong intention? You've talked and your brain, okay? It's you who ...... yourself" Ling Guang's roar was annihilated by the other party's alarm threat, and he could only choose to endure the calm for a while.