Today is also a day that I don't want to be cannon fodder

Wen Yan, who started the live broadcast again, didn't show anything wrong, and he was joking and laughing in the group, looking extremely lively and cheerful.On the contrary, Feng Xing looked at him a few more times, with a complicated expression on his face.

When it was time to start drawing lots again, Wen Yan slumped on the chair and raised his crooked eyebrows from time to time and put his hand on the back of Feng Ning's hand: "You draw for me."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll switch my two cards?"

"You can't do that." Wen Yan blinked innocently at the darkened Yan Mo, then lowered his eyelids to avoid other people's curious gazes.

Facts have proved that Wen Yan's luck really has nothing to do with the word Ouhuang, Feng Xing casually took a piece of paper and stuffed it into Wen Yan's hand, and when he opened it, the word "fight" was impressively written on it.

Sighing aggrievedly, Wen Yan clicked his tongue before meeting Qiao Zhen's gossip eyes, shaking his head to let her stop being curious.

The four groups had already selected candidates for the fifth match. Wen Yan lazily pushed open the door before he could step out when he heard Yan Mo's cold voice.

"You will regret this."

The smile on the corners of his lips could not help but froze for a bit, Wen Yan turned his head and looked at the serious Yan Mo with a half-smile, his narrow and long eyes were slightly curved by the smile as if he remembered something, and he playedfully pointed in Yan Mo's direction His lips moved slightly but he didn't make a sound.

After understanding what Wen Yan said, Yan Mo's air pressure instantly dropped, making the whole room feel chilly.Light golden eyes glanced at Wen Yan's back, and his knuckle fingers picked up the cup on the table in a mysterious way, and slowly stroked it.

Feng Xing frowned quickly, he sensitively raised his head to look at Wen Yan's back, and then at the lazy Yan Mo, stood up after a few seconds of silence, walked to Yan Mo's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Are you free to talk?"

"...Success." Although Yan Mo didn't know why Feng Xing, who had never talked much, came to him, but he still followed him to a place that the camera couldn't capture.

As soon as Feng Ning came to the corner, the smile on his face disappeared instantly. He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a few minutes, then asked after deliberation: "What's going on with you and Wen Yan?"

"It's nothing." Yan Mo shrugged casually, with a cold expression.

"That's not what Wen Yan's eyes said." Feng Xing's brows were about to knot, he looked at Yan Mo's side face seriously, and his heart beat inexplicably, "You want to chase Wen Yan back?"

"Always wanted to."

"But Wen Yan is with Lin Chen now, you are not a person who is willing to be a mistress." Not only is his self-esteem not allowing, but Yan Mo's identity is also doomed that he will definitely care about other people's eyes.

Yan Mo's complexion changed slightly, but soon he returned to that lazy look, and the slightly raised brows were exactly the same as Wen Yan's.

"That's right, so what are you worried about? Believe me, I won't do anything against Wen Yan." After all, Wen Yan is one of the few people he likes.

The conversation between the two stagnated for a few seconds, and Feng Xing's expression was particularly complicated. He hadn't had time to express his worries when he suddenly heard Qiao Zhen's exclamation, so he hurriedly dragged Yan Mo out.

As soon as he took a step, he saw Bai Xi and Qiao Zhen's faces turned pale, and they followed their gazes puzzledly. Feng Xing's eyebrows twitched and his warm palms instantly turned cold.

Wen Yan, who was sent out, was as pale as a ghost, looking at the little star who was hit by the chandelier in shock, even his fingers were trembling in mid-air.

Lin Chen, who was originally at the corner of the stage, rushed to Wen Yan's side, and he carefully raised his hand to press Wen Yan's shoulder: "It's okay."

Resting his trembling back with his palm, Wen Yan took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried to relax the muscles that had begun to twitch. He turned his head and hugged Lin Chen, with a trembling tone: "He saved me."

The little star was hit on the head, blood splashed all over the floor, and the off-white shirt Wen Yan was wearing today was also stained with a few drops of bright red blood, just like the gorgeous flowers on the white paper.

Mu Xuan frowned and approached Wen Yan who hadn't recovered yet, glanced at the flustered program group, and dialed 120 directly.Regardless of whether this matter was aimed at Wen Yan or not, people still had to be saved.

The show was interrupted, and Wen Yancai, who was taken to the police station for questioning, barely recovered. He suddenly turned his head and let go of Lin Chen's clothes.

Sensing his movements, Lin Chen couldn't help frowning. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he saw Wen Yan rushing towards Yan Mo like a small firecracker, his usually calm eyes were stained with hatred.

Unsurprisingly, Yan Mo smiled faintly at Lin Chen's probing gaze, and slowly put his hands in his belt to raise his eyebrows: "Xiao Yan?"

"You did it?" Wen Yan almost forced out the words one by one from his throat, his moist eye sockets seemed to be covered with mist, and they would shatter in this world in a second.

The smile on the corner of Yan Mo's mouth faded, he took two steps back unconsciously, and his voice became more gentle: "What are you talking about? I've been in the lounge all the time."

Wen Yan knew that his unreasonable suspicion of Yan Mo would indeed make many people think that he was a psychopath.But he really didn't know who else would be so hostile to him except Yan Mo and the ball of light hiding in the dark.

I even want him to die!

Seemingly understanding Wen Yan's psychology, Yan Mo sighed and firmly pressed Wen Yan's shoulder, not giving him a chance to escape: "I won't hurt you."

This is the bottom line.

Trying to control his trembling, Wen Yan raised his head and looked at Yan Mo seriously with eyes so clear that no living thing could survive. He opened Yan Mo's hand with a snap, and rushed out of the police station without waiting for the others to react. , disappeared in the eyes of everyone in a blink of an eye.

Lin Chen's heart ached, and he rushed out following Wen Yan, but before he left, he turned his head and glanced at the unpredictable Yan Mo, his eyebrows forming a river.

The door of the sports car was opened wide, and Wen Yan curled up on the seat like a startled little animal. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he immediately raised his head and stared at the visitor vigilantly.

Lin Chen had to slow down his pace, he almost tentatively approached Wen Yan who would run away if there was any trouble, he took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hand.

The fiery palm was tightly pressed against the cold back of the hand, Wen Yan's whole body was stiff, he tried hard to control the long-lasting fear in his heart, and raised a smile that was uglier than crying.

Seeing Lin Chen's heart twitching, the pain was so painful that even his breathing felt a little painful.

"Hey...it's okay." Softly coaxing Wen Yan who was terrified, Lin Chen hugged him in his arms, patted his trembling back rhythmically, and his heart sank.

It seemed that he really wanted to find out what Yan Mo had done to Wen Yan.

Even though it had been half a month since the little star was smashed, Wen Yan would still be awakened from the dream from time to time.His whole body was drenched in cold sweat, leaning against the hard bedside table, his darker eyes looked at Lin Chen beside him relying on the little moonlight.

He slowly stretched out his hand, like a devout believer touching the face of a god bit by bit.Wen Yan closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the blood that was more bewitching than flowers, he quietly withdrew his hand, lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom.

The little night light distorted the paleness of the mirror, Wen Yan unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the broken face in the mirror, his heart twitched so suddenly that he didn't even have the strength to stand up straight.

He could only lean against the wall to support his body as much as possible, and his fingers sank deeply into the palm, spilling out drop after drop of blood.

The blood fell down with the force of gravity, splashed a little, and then floated on the water to reflect the round, red dot.