The max-level host dominates the world with a weak system

The autumn sun shines beautifully and warmly, and the paths are covered with fallen leaves, which are crispy and soft under the sun.

Watching Qing Jun's back leave, Xia Hongwen took one last look at Ai Chunrou, who was hesitating, and then followed Wen Xichen's footsteps without hesitation, leaving Ai Chunrou alone to blame herself.

The furnishings of the dormitory are very simple, with a table, two stools, and two beds.

Wen Xichen held the scalpel in his hand and played with it carefully.

The knife in his hand sparkled under the refraction of the sun, and Xia Hongwen narrowed his eyes reflexively.

w: [Host, you put the crime tools so conspicuously, is it really okay? (???□?)?*?〕

When Wen Xichen heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly and he was fascinated.

There was no good piece of meat on the two corpses, and even the faces could not be seen clearly. In addition, there were no witnesses at the time. It was a miracle that they could suspect him.

Xia Hongwen looked at the knife in Wen Xichen's hand, looked around a few times, and then asked curiously: "What is this?"

Wen Xichen's thoughts drifted back, his eyes passed over Xia Hongwen and the knife in his hand, and he replied calmly: "Scalpel."

"Scalpel???"

Xia Hongwen repeated Wen Xichen's words in confusion.

"Ah."

"Where did it come from?"

Facing Xia Hongwen's question, Wen Xichen looked calm, but a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"Picked it up by the stream."

"Okay, can you lend it to me?"

Wen Xichen glanced at him lightly, and then handed the knife to Xia Hongwen.

After taking it, Xia Hongwen tested the sharpness of the knife with his own hand.

"hiss--!!!"

Don't tell me, it's so damn sharp.

Fortunately, he didn't use much strength and just pressed it gently, otherwise his finger would have been shorter.

Watch the complete process w:...

Although it is also stupid, it will not experiment on itself like him.

And the smart Xia Hongwen put the knife on his finger without thinking. He is really a talent. If he didn't have talent like him (silenced), he would definitely not have survived two episodes in the plot.

Xia Hongwen, who didn't know he was being disliked, wiped the blood on his hands with his clothes. After wiping, he looked at Wen Xichen excitedly and said, "Can you lend it to me?"

This knife will definitely be very useful for cutting vegetables and meat in the future.

Wen Xichen took a sip of water, glanced at him casually, and then said slowly: "I'll give it to you."

Xia Hongwen suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Xichen, but he seemed to have not slept well last night, and what Ai Chunrou said today made him seem several years older.

His dry eyes slowly opened as he looked at Wen Xichen. After a long time, a thin mist finally appeared, covering up the light red.

"Wen Xichen..."

There was a hint of crying in Xia Hongwen's tone when he spoke.

w: [! ! !Host, it’s starting. He’s going to open up to you and reveal his true feelings (?˙▽˙?)〕

Wen Xichen:......

In fact, he didn't want to hear it.

But once a person has the desire to say something, how can he stop there?

"Comrade Wen, do you think that once gay men like us are acquired by lesbians, they don't know how to cherish them?"

When Xia Hongwen spoke, his voice trembled slightly, as if broken feathers were floating in the wind and were about to disperse at any time.

Although w feels sorry for him, she still wants to say: Why don't you just get a kiss from her? What do you mean you don't know how to cherish it if you get it? ! ! !

No matter how w complained, Xia Hongwen's voice continued.

"Some scars are scratched on the hands, and they become a thing of the past after healing. Some scars are scratched on the heart, even if they are lightly scratched, they will remain in the heart."