I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

"Come to my place!" Gin's voice was low and dangerous, "Celebrate for you!"

He emphasized the word "celebrate" and his tone rose subtly.

Shen Yuan didn't take it too seriously, thinking it was just a rare good mood for Gin.

He remembered that he had prepared enough food for Lightning before going out, and allowed him to go out and climb the stairs. The silver-gray cheetah should not destroy the house... probably.

Forget it. Anyway, we have the boss as our financial backer, so we’ll just wait until it’s actually demolished.

He shrugged, looked at Gin's tall back as he turned and walked towards his apartment, and followed him.

Chapter 154 Gin's "Celebration" 1

The lights in Gin's apartment came on automatically, and the cool white tones illuminated the entire space like some kind of carefully designed showroom.

Shen Yuan looked at Gin's house and found that the style had not changed at all. There was still a row of carefully maintained guns on the wall. The matte black leather sofa and coffee table occupied the center of the living room coldly. The "medicine cabinet" next to it was filled with various medicines and disinfectants neatly placed. The style was minimalist to the point of being almost cold.

He casually threw the wig on the coffee table, sank into the sofa, and his long legs were lazily draped over the coffee table, with a relaxed and unrestrained posture. "Boss," he drawled out his tone with a bit of ridicule, "Give me a serving of your special!" Gin looked at him deeply, raised his hand and threw his black windbreaker on the back of the sofa, revealing the close-fitting black silk shirt underneath.

The fabric has a subtle luster under the light, outlining the contours of the back muscles ready to strike. Every line exudes a sense of powerful strength, ready to burst out with deadly lethality at any time.

He did not respond to Shen Yuan's request, but silently rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms, and walked towards the bar.

The amber gin slid from the measuring cup, bringing with it the unique cool aroma of juniper berries.

The moment Chartreuse was added, the liquid in the glass turned into a deep emerald, like some kind of mysterious poison. The cold-brewed coffee liquid was slowly poured in, and finally a few drops of orange oil were squeezed in. A glass of "Green Monk" was born in his hands.

He repeated the same steps and made another drink.

Gin placed the two glasses of wine on the coffee table and sat on the sofa opposite, his long legs crossed, his posture lazy and dangerous.

Shen Yuan stood up and reached out to pick up one of the glasses, and found that the color of the wine would change with the angle - when the gin was just put down, he saw a dark green color like a magic potion, and thought that the gin was mixed with the previous "Silent Reaper"; but after he stood up, the light penetrated the wall of the glass, and the liquid appeared a deep emerald green; when he brought the glass to his eyes, the edge of the dark green wine was actually shining with fine golden light, like some kind of mysterious alchemical product.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Gin, thinking that this was the other party's new invention, so he raised his glass and took a sip.

The top note is the crispness of juniper berries, with the unique coolness of gin, like a cold breeze on the snow-capped mountains; the middle note is a blend of bitterness and citrus, with the mellowness of coffee and the herbal aroma of Chartreuse lingering on the tip of the tongue with a hint of sweetness; the final aftertaste is the lingering sweetness of licorice and fennel, warming and subtly stimulating the taste buds.

Shen Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what is this? Your new recipe?" Gin didn't answer immediately, but took a sip of the wine in his glass.

His lips were stained with wine, glistening wetly under the light, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down as he swallowed.

When he raised his eyes to look at Shen Yuan, there was a hint of a smile in his emerald eyes, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips.

His posture was relaxed, yet with a certain sense of danger poised to strike, like a cheetah savoring the final struggle of its prey.

“You provide exceptional inspiration.

Green Monk,” he whispered, his voice steeped in the aroma of wine.

Shen Yuan didn't react to the deeper meaning of Gin's words for a moment, or perhaps his attention was completely attracted by the other person's appearance at the moment - Gin leaned on the sofa, his silver hair hanging down on his shoulders, the collar of his shirt slightly open, revealing the line of his collarbone.

His fingers holding the wine glass were long and strong, and the blue veins on his wrist bones were faintly visible under the light.

The worst part was the smile on his lips—lazy, dangerous, and with a hint of inexplicable allure, as if silently challenging him: "Do you want to give it a try?" Shen Yuan's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

He admitted that he was somewhat tempted.

The two people's eyes met in the air, as if an invisible electric current passed through, and then they reached a tacit understanding.

The next second, they stood up at the same time and walked towards the training room in Gin's apartment one after the other.

Shen Yuan casually took off his sweatshirt jacket, revealing the black tactical vest underneath.

The fabric that fits tightly against his body outlines his lean yet explosive figure - the lines of his shoulders and arms are smooth but not exaggerated, the muscles of his waist and abdomen are firm and distinct, and every inch of his muscles contains the strength that has been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations. This is the result of the "Gin Brand" special training.

Gin also took off his shirt, revealing a stronger physique under his combat vest.

His muscles were sharper, the outlines of his chest and arms were oppressive, and the ravine between his waist and abdomen cast a deep shadow under the light.

Without any nonsense, the two attacked at the same time the moment their eyes met.

Shen Yuan did not hold back this time. After all, this competition was about the struggle for "power" among men.

He used the joint technique that Gin taught him to the extreme, and his fingertips attacked Gin's wrist weakness as accurately as a poisonous snake.

When Gin tried to grab him with his backhand, he suddenly changed his tactics, retreating like flowing water, drawing a circle with his hands, and using Tai Chi's "cloud hands" to remove all of Gin's strength.

A hint of surprise flashed in Gin's eyes.

He had never seen the moves that Shen Yuan was performing at this moment.

Those smooth arc trajectories and those seemingly gentle but actually powerful techniques were not found in any other fighting techniques he had come across.

Shen Yuan curled his lips, not giving the other party a chance to breathe.

He took a wrong step and his body moved forward and backward, sometimes attacking with the short bridge inch power of Wing Chun, and sometimes switching to the soft power of Tai Chi to dissolve Gin's grasp.

The two men fought in the training room, and the dull sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the enclosed space.

At a close encounter, Shen Yuan's palm "accidentally" brushed against Gin's waist, and his fingertips lightly hooked the tight muscles, with a hint of provocation.

He raised his eyes and met Gin's suddenly dark gaze, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Being distracted is not good, boss~!" He whispered, his breathing slightly disordered due to the fierce fight, but still with a relaxed and teasing tone.

Gin's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the force of his counterattack suddenly increased.

Shen Yuan retreated quickly, but was still hit in the ribs by an elbow. He hissed in pain, but the smile in his eyes did not diminish.

But the smile in those amber eyes did not diminish, but instead became brighter because of the pain.

"The real murderer..." Shen Yuan licked the corner of his mouth and suddenly changed his tactics when Gin attacked again.

His palm slid along the inside of Gin's arm, his fingertips lightly brushing against the sensitive pulse point.

This action was so ambiguous that Gin's movement was delayed by 0.1 seconds - and this was exactly what Shen Yuan wanted.

He took the opportunity to spin around and thrust his knee into the gap between Gin's legs, but was countered by Gin just as he was about to succeed.

The two men slammed heavily against the wall of the training room. Shen Yuan's back pressed against the cold wall, while Gin's body pressed against him tightly.

"Playing with fire?" Gin's voice was three points lower than usual, his silver hair fell down and brushed against Shen Yuan's red neck.

Shen Yuan raised his head, his Adam's apple rolling: "Isn't this... I want to see where the boss's bottom line is..."

Chapter 155 Gin's "Celebration" 2

Before he finished speaking, Shen Yuan suddenly exerted force, twisted his waist and abdomen violently, and took advantage of the gap when Gin was suppressing him to roll over and break free from the shackles.

The two men instantly distanced themselves from each other, their breathing becoming slightly faster due to the fight just now, but their eyes were sharper than before.

Without pausing, Shen Yuan rushed forward again.

This time, his movements were more cautious. He no longer relied solely on the soft power of Tai Chi, but instead integrated the joint techniques taught by Gin with his own fighting style.

Each of his attacks was tentative, his knuckles precisely striking Gin's wrists, elbows, and even the weak points behind his knees.

Gin reacted faster.

His muscle memory has almost become instinct, and his counterattack methods are ruthless and efficient.

The two figures intertwined in the training room, the muffled sound of limbs colliding exploded in the air, sweat slid down the taut muscles, and splashed tiny water marks on the floor.

More than an hour later, Gin's eyes changed.

Shen Yuan keenly noticed the change in the opponent's rhythm - Gin's movements suddenly became more fierce, and every move he made accurately predicted his changing route.

Those force-relieving techniques that had worked in the past were now being cracked by Gin in a more tricky way.

This learning ability... should I say it's worthy of being called Gin? Shen Yuan cursed inwardly, beads of sweat already oozing from his forehead.

He barely blocked Gin's elbow, but was forced back three steps by the subsequent knee strike.

The muscles under the tactical vest trembled slightly due to excessive tension, and his breathing became disordered.

Gin's attack became more and more fierce.

His silver hair was soaked with sweat, with a few strands sticking to his forehead, making his wolf-like green eyes even more intimidating.

Each of his attacks was carried with devastating force, yet terrifyingly precise, as if he had thoroughly analyzed all of Shen Yuan's combat modes.

Shen Yuan quickly fell into a disadvantage.

When Gin knocked him to the ground with a joint lock, he struggled to get away, but found that the opponent's suppression was as strong as iron - "You lose!" Gin's voice rang in his ears, with a hot breath spraying on his earlobe. Shen Yuan could even hear a hint of smile from this strong tone.

Shen Yuan raised his head, sweat slid down his jawline, soaking the fabric at his collarbone.

His eyelashes were wet with sweat, appearing particularly dark under the light, and his eyes suddenly curved, as if filled with tiny starlight.

The corners of his lips curled up in a lazy and seductive arc, and even his breathing was deliberately slow: "I'm sweating a lot..." He slightly tilted his neck, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was as light as a feather brushing against Gin's eardrum: "Boss, do you want to help me take a shower?" Gin looked at him deeply - that look seemed to pierce him.

The next second, Shen Yuan felt dizzy and was picked up by the waist.

Gin's arms were like iron clamps, and the lines of his muscles were more distinct at close range, carrying an irresistible force.

Shen Yuan chuckled and put his arms around Gin's neck, his fingertips lightly stroking the skin on the back of his neck: "Boss, why are you in such a hurry?" Gin didn't answer, but strode towards the bathroom. His silver hair brushed Shen Yuan's cheek as it fell, carrying a faint scent of juniper.

...Opening the door to Gin's bedroom, one is greeted by a cold scent mixed with cedar and gun oil. Thick black blackout curtains hang from the ceiling to the ground, completely isolating the outside light and creating a private space isolated from the world.

The induction lights light up silently, and the style displayed continues the minimalist style - on the side of the door is a built-in wardrobe that takes up the entire wall. A floating metal table fixed to the wall serves as a bedside table, on which are placed a Beretta 92FS, a Desert Eagle and a Damascus steel dagger. Together with the large bed in the middle, these are the complete decorations in the room.

Gin threw Shen Yuan heavily onto the wide bed, and the mattress sank slightly and then bounced back.

Gin pressed down on the bed, and the weight of the two made the bed creak slightly.

Shen Yuan was sunken in the black satin, making his skin look even colder and paler in the dim light.

He had a smile on his lips and pressed his knee against Gin's waist, with neither too much nor too little force, just enough to keep him at a distance.

"Boss," his voice was breathless but still contained provocation, "Is this what you call 'celebration'?" His fingers had already climbed up Gin's neck, and his fingertips were stroking the protruding Adam's apple.

Gin clasped his wrist with one hand and pressed it against the pillow, and with the other hand pinched his jaw, his thumb pressing hard against his lower lip.

Those emerald eyes glowed in the darkness like some predatory animal, but his breathing was eerily steady.

"Don't you like it?" Without waiting for Shen Yuan to say anything, Gin had already forcefully held Shen Yuan's lips. There was no testing, no tenderness, only a forceful invasion like conquering a city.

He pinched Shen Yuan's jaw with his thumb and pushed hard, taking advantage of the moment when the other party loosened up in pain to drive straight in.

This kiss was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, as if it wanted to brand the victory or defeat of the fight into each other's lips and teeth.

The back of Shen Yuan's head was deeply buried in the pillow, his bent knees were pressed down by Gin's legs, and his wrist bones made a crisp sound under the other's palm as if they could not bear the weight.

When the oxygen was completely deprived, his narrowed eyes were filled with physiological tears, but he still bit back fiercely with his canine teeth, unwilling to give in.

The moment the smell of blood spread between his lips and tongue, Gin suddenly stepped back half an inch.

Amid the sound of silver threads breaking, he stared at Shen Yuan's red eyes and wet eyelashes, his Adam's apple rolling as he exhaled hot breath: "This is what we call celebrating!" Shen Yuan suddenly exerted force to turn over, and the two of them switched positions in an instant.

He sat astride Gin's waist, his hair hanging down, gleaming in the dim light.

"The boss is a good teacher, and the student has learned it!" He leaned over and whispered in Gin's ear, his warm breath deliberately spraying on that sensitive skin.

Gin's eyes darkened, and he suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer.

Their lips were almost touching, their breaths intertwined, but neither of them was willing to kiss first, like two beasts facing each other, each waiting for the other to reveal a flaw first.

Shen Yuan suddenly chuckled, and his fingertips slid down Gin's taut waistline, pressing lightly at a certain special position.

Gin's muscles tensed instantly, and an almost inaudible groan escaped from his throat.

“Looks like I’ve found the weakness.

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows proudly, but was countered by Gin the next second.

The world was spinning, and he was pressed under him again. Gin's silver hair fell down, brushing against his cheek, with a faint scent of juniper.

"You still have a lot to learn..." Gin's voice was terribly hoarse.

Shen Yuan wanted to fight back, but Gin's deep kiss blocked all his words. He was forced to raise his head and endure it, but when Gin slightly retreated, he immediately took the initiative, and their tongues entangled with each other with a fierceness that refused to admit defeat.

Chapter 156 Gin's "Celebration" 3

The bath towels on their bodies had been scattered all over the floor at some point, and the place where their skin touched was burning hot.

Shen Yuan's hand inserted into Gin's hair, and the silver threads slipped through his fingers, feeling cool and soft.

Gin left a string of hot and wet kisses on the side of his neck, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him whole.

"Be gentle..." Shen Yuan protested with a gasp, his back arched in an alluring arc, but his voice was unnaturally soft.

Gin turned a deaf ear to him and bit his collarbone even harder.