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

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In Qian Ling's original impression, he had only heard of this boy who was known as a gangster, but in his memory there was not much intersection.

He walked over slowly, his steps were very light, the boy squatting on the ground didn't notice, but concentrated on fiddling with the things in his hand.

This is almost impossible for Yan Zekai who grew up fighting.

Qian Ling walked up behind him and stretched out his hand, only to see clearly that there were some scraps of paper in his hand, which were more than half put together.

The words on the piece of paper are divided horizontally by the cobweb-like columns. At first glance, it looks crooked, but if you look closely, you will find that although each word is not very beautiful, it is carefully written stroke by stroke.

Qian Ling couldn't help observing what was written on the paper while reading it. Although it was incomplete, it could be vaguely distinguished that it seemed to be a love letter.

When this thought surfaced, Qian Ling was a little surprised.

He thought that someone like Yan Zekai, who looked very cold, would not have such delicate feelings.

Qian Ling couldn't help but want to take a closer look, but the characters were too small, so he could only lower his body, focus on the paper, and look harder.

But he didn't notice that the person who was squatting on the ground stopped the movement of his hands.

When Yan Zekai noticed the shadow cast on the ground, he originally wanted to quickly put away his paper, but then he smelled a faint fragrance, which made him stunned unconsciously.

The aroma is faintly sweet, like an iced drink just taken out of the freezer in the hot summer. After opening the bottle, it is filled with sweet and fruity aroma, which is enough to make the whole body feel comfortable after one sip.

At this time, Yan Zekai seemed to have just finished exercising, and he couldn't wait to get closer to see the source of the fragrance.

He turned his head slowly, for fear of disturbing the owner of the fragrance. What he saw was a snow-white neck that was almost transparent, and then there was a smooth and narrow mandible. A pair of crystal clear eyes were looking at him intently. something in hand.

Yan Zekai almost forgot to breathe at that moment.

Although he sent the letter by himself, he didn't actually think about Qian Ling's reaction when he saw the letter.

As if the time at this moment was infinitely elongated, Yan Zekai couldn't make any reaction, but he could only feel sweat dripping from his back, his palms sweated, his breathing became hot, but his eyes couldn't look away from the person in front of him for even a moment. Turning his face away, he almost forgot to blink, just thinking about taking everything into his eyes.

This steady stream of hot air reached the side of Qianling's neck, and a tickling sensation pulled his attention back partly.

Qian Ling turned her head and met Yan Zekai's eyes.

He was taken aback by this look, panic appeared in his eyes, and he took two steps back.

Even though Qianling knew that he was in a dream he had constructed, when he saw Yan Zekai's gaze, he still couldn't help feeling guilty because of his peeking behavior.

"Feel sorry……"

Yan Zekai said, "Did you see it?"

Qian Ling nodded, with a little dodge in his eyes, he fell into Yan Zekai's eyes unreservedly, and the latter pursed his lips impatiently, "How do you feel?"

Qianling was slightly stunned.

He didn't expect that Yan Zekai was not angry, but asked such a question.

Are you asking him how the letter was written?

From the previous experience of receiving love letters, Qian Ling racked her brains and hesitated for a while before whispering: "I think the writing is quite good, and the language is more sincere...?"

"I originally planned to give it to you directly, but there was an accident in the middle," Yan Zekai said: "But don't worry, I definitely didn't intend to just fool around like this. I will find another chance to confess my love to you seriously."

After hearing this, Qian Ling was stunned for several seconds before realizing the meaning of his words, and an expression of disbelief slowly appeared in his eyes.

"...is for me?"

What was he thinking about.

He must be crazy to actually construct a story about Yan Zekai liking himself.

Qian Ling was so frightened that she took half a step back, raised her hand and pinched herself severely.

Be sober.

Since this is all he thought up, then he can definitely change everything with his consciousness.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Zekai frowned slightly, watching the young man in front of him suddenly stretch out his hand, a red mark was pinched by himself on the white and tender cheek, and he was still mumbling something uncertain.

He unconsciously took a step closer, "What?"

Looking at Yan Zekai's fierce face, Qian Ling wanted to cry, but couldn't help feeling very regretful about her wild ideas, and said, "Why don't you beat me up."

"Why should I beat you?"

Yan Zekai raised his hand to touch Qian Ling's hand pinching his cheek, and opened his fingers little by little, with light movements, "I admit that I am very jealous. I am more worried when I see you who are liked by so many people. You can't see me at all."

Qian Ling just felt that this direction was completely wrong, Yan Zekai probably hated him, sneered at him, and called him delicate young master unceremoniously.

Instead of saying something weird like in front of you.

Yan Zekai's tone was almost a humble plea, "I dare not expect you to like me, but you can stop hating me, okay?"

When Qian Ling didn't know what to say, the whole building suddenly shook violently, and cobweb-like cracks were torn from the wall, and the shaking was so strong that she couldn't stand still.

In the next second, he was hugged into a wide embrace.

Yan Zekai hugged him so tightly that Qian Ling could hardly breathe, "Are you all right?"

Qianling hummed muffledly.

"Is it the end of the world?"

Qian Ling followed Yan Zekai's line of sight and looked over, a gray haze swept across the sky, and the blue sky was collapsing rapidly, squeezing the distance between the sky and the earth.

Like Inception, the world he conceived is collapsing.

And the building beneath them shook again.

Two figures then rushed out of the building, and Qian Ling saw You Xuan pressing the other's neck at a glance. While he was pinching, the thing that could have been called a human changed several times, and finally turned into a A dark thing, like a mass of ink that is too thick.

"ended."

As You Xuan's voice fell, the ball of ink in the palm of his hand let out a ferocious scream, and instantly exploded into countless black spots, splashing around.

Before the black ink touched the shallow spirit, he felt a force of outward repulsion, and his consciousness was ejected from this space.

Is he out of this world?

Qian Ling's consciousness gradually became drowsy, and before he fell asleep, what he saw was Yan Zekai's anxious face.

He thought, he should owe a word not to hate.

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After falling into a coma for an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard a very familiar voice calling his name repeatedly, making it so loud that Qian Ling could hardly fall asleep again.

Qian Ling frowned, turned over subconsciously, her hand seemed to touch something cold.

He squeezed reflexively, the cold without any body temperature was transmitted through the nerves of his fingers, and Qian Ling, who was sleepy, suddenly realized something.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

You Xuan's face appeared in front of his eyes, to be precise, it was a lifeless face.

It was You Xuan's hand that he touched just now.

Not You Xuan in the state of soul, but You Xuan stored as a corpse, in the coffin.

Qian Ling was frightened into a cold sweat for an instant.

System 663: [If you wake up later, you can stay with him forever. 】

——Wuuuuuu, my wife, I miss you so much!I'm dying to think about you.

——Promise to my husband, next time I will not sleep for so long again.

——If it weren’t for the fear of swimming system that never had problems, I really thought my wife would never come back, woo woo woo wife, hurry up and mua to my husband! (*╯3╰)

——I'm really not dreaming, my wife finally opened her eyes! !It's been three full days. I can't even eat for a few days. I finally came back to life when I saw my wife! ! !

……

The barrage that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with floated in. The intruder that he was not used to at first, did not know when it started, and it brought Qian Ling a deep sense of peace of mind.

Let him make sure that he returned to the copy of the game again.

As soon as Qian Ling got excited, he started talking nonsense, "663! I miss you so much, do you know that I miss you when I'm dreaming!?"

——It's not fair!Woooooo baby, haven't you thought about your husbands?It's so heartbreaking, but I still like the ruthless appearance of the baby, so please pr first!

Seeing the barrage, Qian Ling deliberated for a while, and decided to tell the truth, "Although I didn't think about it, I'm still not used to it..."

But the barrage gentlemen who heard this did not show any dissatisfaction, but collectively boiled over.

——Woooooo, I knew that in my wife's heart, there was me! ! !My wife and I went both ways! !

——My wife is so sweet, can you say a few more words? prprpr

——Rounding up my wife said she misses me, I'm fine!

……

Hearing Qian Ling's words, the usually indifferent system paused, and the voice sounded somewhat unnatural, [Better than talking about this, you should find a way to get out of it first. 】

It was only then that Qian Ling noticed that she was still lying in the coffin. Looking down, she was wearing a red Chinese wedding dress, and the delicate embroidery outlined by golden silk thread looked expensive and gorgeous.

It just appeared in the coffin, which was indescribably weird.

When Qianling sat up, he heard a crisp sound coming from his head. He touched it with his hand and found a hard one, which should be gold jewelry. He was puzzled, "Why am I wearing such clothes?"

System 663 explained: [Because you had no pulse or breathing while you were asleep, the people in the dungeon judged you dead, and planned to bury you with You Xuan. 】