When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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The chill seemed to turn into invisible hands, which silently slipped in from under the sleeves.

The places where he stops are very clever.Like a punishment, she clings to every inch of delicate and fair skin and walks unhurriedly.

Qian Ling frowned coquettishly, pursed her lower lip tightly, her cheeks slowly turned an abnormal blush, and her eyelashes were wet with moisture.

Is there something wrong with them?

Don't you think that the temperature in the ice cellar is so low that people's bones hurt from the cold, and there are a pile of mutilated corpses, why do both of them like to do these things in this kind of place?

"Wife."

You Heng buried his head deeply into Qianling's neck, insatiably sniffing the tempting fragrance from Qianling's hair, like a hungry tiger devouring a sheep, wanting to swallow every strand of fragrance, inhaling Heart, carved into every inch of bone, "Wife Lingling, you really smell good."

"As soon as my brother's first seven days are over, we'll get married. I'll take you to choose what kind of bridal gown you like," You Heng chuckled, "Or, you prefer to wear the one that married my brother. "

He pondered for a while, "Well... it seems to be good."

Qianling: "???"

His words seemed to be the most effective source of stimulation, and the hand on Qian Ling's waist suddenly tightened.

The coolness seemed to be able to penetrate the skin and penetrate into his blood, describing his extremely unhappy mood at the moment.

Qian Ling, who was caught in the middle, had a pretty face full of innocence and helplessness.

Who would have known that You Heng would say such coquettish words.

But it was useless for him to call loudly. Even if people outside heard something wrong, would they really come in to help?

System 663: [You should die. 】

The answer is absolutely not.

People who have been in Youjia for so many years, of course one or two are very aware of You Heng's dog temper.

You Heng is stunningly talented, but his eyes are high above the top, and he doesn't look down on anyone except his only brother, but this change has a turning point in Qian Ling.

Although Qian Ling is You Xuan's wife, You Xuan is dead now.

Except for Qian Ling who is naturally dull, they can all see that You Heng's mind is definitely not pure. Drops of roses, colorful and fragrant.

No matter who sees it, it will itch.

If Qian Ling speaks out now, people outside will just turn a deaf ear and assume that You Heng has finally made a move by default.

Qian Ling pushed You Heng back a little bit with difficulty, looking for a chance to breathe, "If you really do this, what will people outside think of me?"

You Heng snorted from the tip of his nose, "I can't let others comment on what I do. As long as you agree, even if everyone objects, I will make you mine."

Qian Ling felt the hand on the waist getting stronger and stronger, and the atmosphere became more deadly.

It seems that if he nods his head and agrees with You Heng now, he always feels that the next place to pinch this hand is his neck.

Maybe it doesn't have to be such a hassle at all.

You Xuan signed a death contract with him, and as long as he thinks about it, he can take Qian Ling away.

I don't know if it's Qianling's illusion, but the feeling of the person behind him sticking to him, besides being cold, has more substance.

Qian Ling swallowed, and slowly turned her head.

He only saw a section of the sleeve that was not clear, it was the long gown that he had seen You Xuan wear at the funeral that day.

Qianling's pupils constricted slightly.

In an extremely low temperature environment, the human body will not sweat easily in order to automatically activate the protection mechanism.

At this moment, a drop of cold sweat silently slipped from Qian Ling's forehead.

At an extremely slow speed, he slowly moved his gaze upwards, and what caught his eyes was the chiseled jaw line, the high nose bridge, the thin lips, and a pair of long and narrow eyes staring at him closely with a cold chill.

Yes.

You Xuan is here at the moment, I don't know if it's because of the extreme cold here, but under the effect of the system card --- Spirit Eye, Qian Ling saw the real You Xuan for the first time.

More real and clear than in a dream.

This is not good news.

The strong sense of oppression made Qian Lingmo unable to move, like a lamb being slaughtered, obediently shouted: "Mr. You..."

You Xuan frowned slightly.

The hand on the waist moved impatiently, rubbing the entire fair skin red.

On behalf of You Xuan, he doesn't like this title very much.

Those dark eyes stared at him closely, both restrained and crazy, signaling him not to forget the relationship between the two of them.

Qian Ling raised his neck, blushing almost to the point of bleeding, it was really difficult for him to call him such a title, after some psychological training, he whispered: "Husband..."

You Heng, who was holding Qianling, gave a severe meal.

The sound is soft and waxy, like glutinous rice cakes wrapped in a layer of icing sugar.

You Heng's breathing became more heavy, he opened his mouth, using sharp fangs and moist lips, showing his friendliness like a puppy being intimate with its master.

But You Heng didn't know that at this moment Qian Ling turned his head sideways, raised his chin, and was accepting the kiss from his most respected brother in the void.

The barrage was going crazy.

——Ah, ah, rough, what kind of god-level scene is this, I would like to call my wife the master of fishing.

——Just... the ntr I thought was actually not the ntr I thought. I don't know which young master from the upstream family should put it on the hat I just knitted.

——Has You Heng misunderstood something?He thought his wife was calling him husband?Are you so excited that you are almost eng?

——Stop talking, I've read eng.

——Do you want to think about what I think next, that is, my brother and brother are reluctant to part with my precious wife. When my brother is doing it, my brother is not to be outdone, and he will only cry and call her husband%3F

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Qian Ling didn't have the heart to look at these messy bullet screens at all, he just felt that not only You Xuan's body was as cold as a piece of ice, but even his lips were also cold.

He is like eating a popsicle in a sub-zero temperature environment.

The colder he is, the closer he will be to You Heng in front of him.

It has to be said that You Heng's body temperature is higher than that of normal people, and it is the only source of heat at this moment.

As for You Heng, who felt Qian Ling approaching, his eyes lit up.

Qian Ling's white and tender hands hung on You Heng's arms, like freshly ground white tofu, moist and moist, even the fingernails were attractive pink.

Unlike Qian Ling, You Heng's muscles are smooth and powerful, and he hugged Qian Ling even tighter with his backhand.

If You Heng had a tail behind him right now, it must be shaking wildly.

at this time.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the ice cellar, and the heavy door was knocked hard.

"Young Master You," it was an unfamiliar voice, shouting restlessly: "Something happened to the Xue family!!"

Qian Ling trembled in fright.

He opened his bright eyes, the eyelashes were already wet in clusters, like a harmless lamb, he was heading towards the door.

You Heng clicked his tongue impatiently, he hugged Qian Ling and shouted outside, "He's dead?"

He doesn't seem to have a good face about anything except for Qianling.

The man waited at the door for a while before the heavy door opened slowly.

You Heng had a gloomy face.

"Didn't I leave so many people in Xue's house, and all of them died?"

"This, this is not there." The man was probably frightened by the strong displeasure in You Heng's tone, and his confidence in speaking began to lack, "The amulet you gave this morning has been burned to ashes, and the evil spirit has temporarily receded. It’s just that our young lady is too scared to leave the room.”

You Heng said coldly: "Oh, then tell me that you want me to leave everything behind and go back to coax your delicate and timid daughter?"

The man was stunned speechless.

Although the two disciples standing on the side lowered their heads and said nothing, they couldn't help but look at You Heng and Qian Ling standing behind.

As the young mistress of Youjia, Qianling looks distracted at the moment.

The cyan cheongsam on his body has many folds crossed vertically and horizontally, and his thick hair is scattered behind his round shoulders. From his neck to his cheeks, there are clear red marks, except for the finger prints, which were gnawed and pecked like a wolf. trace.

The beautiful eyes were moist, and the eyelashes drooped obediently to cover half of the pupils.

The plump and plump lips are as red as ripe berries, and a little bit of force can pierce the delicate skin.

In particular, there is still a suspicious gleam of water at this moment.

After a quick glance, the two lowered their heads even lower.

What the two of them did inside just now has automatically formed a big drama in their minds.

And You Heng's face is so bad and his temper is inexplicable because of being interrupted.

Qian Ling's mind was in a mess, and as soon as she came back to her senses, she noticed that Xue's servant standing in front of her was now bowed down by You Heng.

It was also a yell from the other party that saved him from such an embarrassing situation.

Qian Ling reached out and tugged at You Heng's sleeve.

You Heng, who was still full of displeasure at first, turned his head to see Qian Ling, and instantly changed his expression, like a big dog being stroked, "What's wrong?"

Qian Ling whispered: "Let's finish it and go back soon? It's quite cold here."

"Okay." You Heng said: "If you feel uncomfortable, just stand outside and wait for me, just a quarter of an hour."

With the lessons learned from the past, of course Qian Ling will not stand outside alone, and You Heng will not act recklessly in front of everyone.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, "I want to see you working hard, can you?"

You Heng coughed forcefully a few times before suppressing the smile on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know if it's because of Qian Ling's words, but You Heng's movements were indeed much faster next time.

He lifted the white cloth.

"This is Mr. Xue's new wife?" You Heng clicked his tongue, "Looking at his age, I guess he is not a few years older than his daughters. An old cow eats tender grass, and he is not afraid of choking. .”