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When the tip of the knife cut a light bloodstain on the slender and fair neck, Zhang Zichen finally spit out an indistinct syllable with his trembling lips, gritting his teeth with all his strength as if being scalded. The weird knife was pulled out from Xue Han's hand, drawing a blood-thirst line, and then he flung it aside with his backhand, jingling, clanging and rattling.

It was as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button.

After the strange pause, Xue Han took a deep breath, felt Zhang Zichen's whole body go limp, and waited for half a minute before slowly letting go of the suppression on Zhang Zichen, leaning against the scratched man On the wall, he just looked at Zhang Zichen who was sitting slumped on the floor, breathing deeply and rapidly.

He silently lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling, and secretly and slowly heaved a sigh of relief, the blood color that had only recovered after a meal faded away at this moment.

It seems that this time the soul of the European emperor is attached to him.

In fact, now, in the situation where he didn't want to kill the opponent, the best choice should be to run away immediately.But after such a life-and-death toss and counterattack pretending to be calm, it was the first time Xue Han felt that his legs were tense and loose, and the palm of his hand was even more painful, like a fire at the moment.

But he didn't dare to slack off at all, even though he had already noticed the weird sense of contradiction in Zhang Zichen, like a wobbly pointer manipulated by an unknown creature, swaying left and right in the center of the bottom line, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right, good and evil All in one thought.But the ghost knows if this runaway little ghost will break the string again.

Xue Han unceremoniously pulled Zhang Zichen's school uniform jacket from the ground, and wrapped his bleeding right hand into a rice dumpling.

And Zhang Zichen stared at him motionlessly, only his wet eyeballs moved back and forth with his movements.Like a restless and dazed little beast.

A boy and a half and a young man once again fell into a strange peaceful state in this small world, as if the fight for life on the tip of a knife just now was all a dream.

Maybe it was because the gaze that couldn't be ignored was too hot, Xue Han was about to open his lips to say something with a pale face, when a buzzing vibration came from Zhang Zichen's small single bed.

That was Xue Han's cell phone.

Zhang Zichen tensed up all of a sudden, staring at the small glowing square, like a loaded gun, exuding a sense of crisis that would explode at any moment.

"Maybe... it's my friend." Xue Han glanced at Zhang Zichen unintentionally, turning a blind eye to his nervousness, calmly deliberating his words, and then with a wry smile, he continued: "My mother's birthday is today, I entrust him Bring me a gift."

Hearing this, Zhang Zichen fell silent, his tense muscles gradually relaxed, he got up and walked to the bed, the tireless little square showed "paper clip".

paper clip?Zhang Zichen looked at Xue Han meekly and puzzled.

"Oh, he's crooked." Xue Han read suspicion from Zhang Zichen's gaze, and explained with a sneer.

He caught the phone that was thrown over with his intact left hand, and after pressing the connect button, he paused with his blood-stained fingertips, and clicked on the speakerphone again.

"My grandma, Xue Han! If you don't answer the phone, I will call 120 to save you!!!"

Yan Lingyi's angry roar came from the phone, Zhang Zichen was so startled that he trembled like a frightened bird.

Xue Han regretted it deeply, and thought that the volume was more than enough for hands-free.But he still cleared his throat, and said in his careless and lazy tone: "Go away, I don't expect your father to be nice all day long. If you don't know how to use idioms, don't talk nonsense here."

"You!! Forget it..." Yan Lingyi sighed weakly.

Xue Han looked at Zhang Zichen who was sitting back in the corner and flipping through online game guides. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what this unpredictable boy was thinking.

What is he trying to do?

Xue Han slightly frowned, thought for a moment, and said casually, "Hey~ I told you in the morning that I asked you to order takeaway for my mother, did you order it?"

Yan Lingyi on the other end of the phone was stunned, what was he thinking?When he said "ah?", his head was full of question marks.

Unexpectedly, Xue Han clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and disgust, and interrupted what he was about to say: "You are so young, how can you be so forgetful? Didn't I tell you that my mother's birthday is today, she Overtime, let you order a chestnut fish head soup to send to her as a supper?"

The tacit understanding of getting along with each other all the year round finally exerted its due effect, and the alarm bells rang in Yanlingyi's mind for a moment.

Xue Han has not been in touch with his parents for several years, and today is not his mother's birthday.

Realizing that Xue Han was going to secretly hand him other information, Yan Lingyi almost bit the tip of his tongue before he could barely straighten his tongue, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth as much as possible and said in a normal tone: "You are really my Ancestor, in the morning, I bought you breakfast and cleaned up the room for you, young master, how could I remember what you said?"

Yan Lingyi's voice was suddenly far away for a moment, as if he took the phone away from his ear to glance at the time, then put it back to his ear and said: "Sure, it's not too late, it should be on. What do you want?" Is your chestnut fish head soup here?"

The book in Zhang Zichen's hand finally turned a page.

Xue Han was quite satisfied with Yan Lingyi's acting skills, he curled his lips and said leisurely: "That's the one, you said you left a phone number and framed it."

The policeman named Lu Wei in the morning.

Yan Lingyi frowned, but his tone was still as usual as usual: "Oh that. It takes a long time to make this soup, are you sure your mother is still in the company after delivery?"

Xue Han heard that Yan Lingyi's implication was to ask him about the degree of urgency, so he said casually: "It's okay, don't worry, she said that she will spend the night working on the project proposal, I guess she will stay at the company tonight. "

"Okay, then I'll go order it. Take care of your health, have you brought your medicine? Well...call me if you have anything to do." Yan Lingyi held the phone tightly, with an imperceptible faint sound at the end of his voice trembling.

"Well, go ahead, you are more nagging than my mother." Xue Han chuckled, hung up the phone without waiting for Yan Lingyi to say anything, and threw the blood-stained mobile phone back on Zhang Zichen's bed .

Zhang Zichen quietly looked up at his smooth movements, as if this was his own room.

At this time, Zhang Zichen's stomach suddenly started to growl in protest, Xue Han glanced at him in surprise, and asked as if chatting with friends: "Did you eat dinner?"

The boy frowned and took a few seconds to digest what Xue Han asked him. He hesitated for a while and then nodded slowly.

Xue Han habitually raised his right hand to touch his chin, but he only had time to move his finger before he hissed in pain.

He gave a "tsk" and said again: "Do you have any vegetables at home? You've cut them up and I'll stir-fry them, let's have a bite?"

God knows how Xue Han, who has never cooked since he was born, made such a bold statement.

But after all, he was still a young man who was obsessed with companionship. These words obviously suited Zhang Zichen's appetite, and he was quite moved.

It's been too long since anyone has cooked for themselves.

but……

Zhang Zichen looked at Xue Han as if he was insane, as if he was saying that you are not out of your mind, right?Cooking for someone who was just about to kill you?But when he opened his mouth, what he said was another sentence: "Why are you not afraid of death?"

"Huh?" Xue Han blinked his calm eyes, and asked half jokingly and half seriously, "Then why don't you want to kill me? Little brat?"

The boy silently lowered his eyes under Xue Han's playful gaze, and after a while, he closed the online game strategy book, got up and walked past Xue Han to the kitchen.

He finally dug out two slightly sprouting potatoes and a wrinkled tomato from the refrigerator stuffed with all kinds of Laoganma bibimbap sauce. The two young people who lacked common sense in life obviously didn't think about it and didn't understand it. Why can't sprouted potatoes be eaten? Just peeling potatoes quietly, looking at the seasonings in the kitchen with one hand, strange harmony.

"Is there any garlic?" Xue Han asked.

Hearing this, Zhang Zichen put the peeled potatoes on the chopping board, raised his hand and groped on the refrigerator until the blood on the hem of his clothes mottled the refrigerator, and finally touched a head of green garlic from above.

"Fine, garlic sprouts are also fine." Xue Han nodded seriously.

When a plate of fried potatoes with tomatoes and two bowls of porridge-like rice were placed on the table, Xue Han finally let out a long breath, raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Zichen who was looking at the food with his head tilted, and said in a bad mood : "It's my first time cooking, try..."

"Oh!"

"Raise your hand... come?" The armed police who kicked in the door with a gun in their hands were dumbfounded, and the ending sound changed.

This was the first time he had seen two people whose blood was still wet sitting on both sides of the dining table, with... steaming meals on the table?

Zhang Zichen's calmness was creepy, and he was still sitting at the dining table in a dull manner, as if he had long expected that the police would break into the door.This made Xue Han who was sitting opposite him couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

All the armed policemen looked at each other, and Chen Bingrui even pinched his own palm secretly, thinking unconsciously who kidnapped whom?

Lu Wei, who followed the armed police into the room, was surprised by the unimaginable situation in front of him for a moment, and then turned his gaze to Xue Han, whose hands were wrapped like rice dumplings.

"Xue Han, come to my side." He said in a deep voice.

Unexpectedly, Xue Han just glanced at Lu Wei and then looked at the silent Zhang Zichen, pushed the plate with the food towards Zhang Zichen with the back of his hand, and unconsciously took a tentative look, and said softly, "Let's have a taste first?"

The tone seemed to be quite soft.

"You!" The armed policeman was about to step forward to stop him, but Lu Wei, who was beside him, raised his hand to stop him, with a complicated expression on his face.

At this moment, Zhang Zichen, who was like a puppet, seemed to have received an order, slowly picked up the chopsticks, and put a tomato-colored potato chip into his mouth under the eyes of everyone.

"Hmm!" After chewing for a few times, Zhang Zichen's face suddenly turned red and green under the attention of everyone and Xue Han's gloating smile, and he started to cough violently as soon as his throat rolled.

Lu Wei's expression changed suddenly, he stepped forward and grabbed Xue Han's shoulder and asked, "What did you eat for him?!"

Xue Han watched contentedly as Chen Bingrui patted the back of the disheveled boy, full of banter on the corners of his slightly hooked eyes, and said with a smile: "Well~ my special fried Chinese tomato Just potatoes."