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

Lao Yang suppressed the boy's body with his hands. The boy was now like a fish on a chopping board and could only be slaughtered.

They pinched the boy's mouth, holding a bottle of wine in their hands and trying to pour it into his mouth.

But the boy's mouth was biting too tightly. Even though the bottle had scratched his mouth and it was bleeding, he still didn't let go.

"Master Wen, what should I do? He won't let go."

When Wen Xichen heard this, a cold smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

"Then break his teeth."

His voice was unfocused, as if he was discussing an insignificant matter with them.

But for boys who can't escape, it's no less than a devil whispering in their ears.

The boy looked at Wen Xichen's cold eyes and felt horrified. All the hairs on his body stood up, and his upper and lower teeth were so frightened that they refused to control their movements and kept trembling.

No wonder my father told me to be careful. It turns out that they are all madmen, a group of madmen who kill without blinking an eye! ! !

"Hahahaha, who said Young Master Wen was soft-hearted before? I can't slap him in the face now."

"Young Master Wen is becoming more and more indifferent, and he is becoming more and more in line with the brothers."

Wen Xichen was too lazy to listen to their commercial exchanges. He said impatiently: "Hurry up and do it."

"Okay, whatever Mr. Wen says will be whatever it is."

With Wen Xichen's words, the boy's teeth chattered, and even though he was scared, he still relaxed his mouth obediently.

But it's too late to let go now.

They were holding pliers and their faces looked extremely excited.

Not long after, a scream came from the box, and the smell of blood and alcohol mixed together, giving off a strange smell.

Wen Xichen crossed his arms and leaned on the sofa. His eyes passed over them casually, and his mouth became slightly cold.

w: [Host, don’t you feel sick (?????)?? ? ? 〕

"What do you think?"

w: [Host, you have a very strong taste⊙▽⊙]

The corner of Wen Xichen's mouth traced a cold arc like a blade, and he said coldly: "Donate your mouth to those in need if you can't speak."

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Host, if you are so indifferent, you will have no friends.

The tooth was forcibly pulled out without anesthesia, and coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, for a young master who had been pampered since childhood and had not suffered any harm, it was simply a life worse than death.

The bottle was forced into his mouth, and he was forced to raise his head. After a while, he fainted from the pain.

"How many bottles is this? It's not going to work so soon? Brother, I thought you were so capable of yelling at Mr. Wen. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a waste of these bottles of wine."

Lao Yang kicked the unconscious boy in disgust.

"What can the son of a mining boss who suddenly became rich overnight do?"

Lao Yang asked in confusion: "Do you know him?"

"I brought him here, how could I not recognize him?"

"What's wrong with you? Bringing this kind of person in? You're not afraid of staining the eyes of your brothers."

"You think I'm thinking, if he hadn't said he admired Young Master Wen and was Young Master Wen's little fanboy, who would have brought him in?"

"You believe this kind of nonsense? Mr. Wen is a famous playboy. Who can worship Mr. Wen?"

"Cough cough cough."

Lao Yang later realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing. He mechanically turned his head to look at Wen Xichen and said awkwardly: "Young Master Wen, I, I didn't mean that. Brother is just a bit tongue-tied."

Wen Xichen raised his eyes and glanced at Lao Yang lightly, but did not take these words seriously. After all, the original owner was famous for being a playboy.