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

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The blond-haired man in front of him carried the coercion and seriousness of a superior, and his every word was so delicate that Qian Ling could hardly breathe.

Qian Ling pursed her lower lip, her red lips were slightly sunken by his pressure, her eyes revealed a pitiful fragility and innocence, just as clean and spotless as his appearance.

The man smiled.

He likes beautiful, clean and precious things, which are worthy of collection and more desirable to be contaminated.

The man raised his hand and gently brushed his hair, lovingly feeling the smoothness under his palm.

"As long as it is based on this foundation, we will always be the closest and unbetrayable relationship. You and I have the same biological structure."

With a guilty conscience, he glanced at the pair of beautiful eyes that are rare in the world.

"You just have to remember that we are the same kind."

Qian Ling shuddered, and took half a step back.

The man's eyes fell on his rapidly reddened earlobes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened. He pressed a button at his hand, and the door behind him opened.

A servant came in.

"Commander."

"Well, take him down to rest."

"Yes," the servant bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look at Qian Ling's face, "you come with me."

Qian Ling walked quickly, wishing to leave this man's side immediately, her figure even seemed a little flustered, her little leather shoes thumping on the ground like a tune.

After leaving that room, Qian Ling felt that the airtight cover had finally broken a hole.

He followed the servant absently in the corridor, but he was thinking about what the servant said just now.

In the face of absolute interests and unequal civilizations and biological structures, there is more uncertainty and suspicion than trust.

There are no absolute enemies, and no permanent allies.

From the perspective of the commander, it is impossible for him to bet on the fate of the entire planet and plant unknown risks.

Such a topic is too grand for Qianling.

He has no way to sort out an absolutely correct path, because it is related to the fate of too many people.

"Mr. Qianling, your room is here."

Qian Ling barely pulled away from it, the familiar room in front of him didn't seem to have changed much from when he left, and Qian Ling walked into the room without even noticing what the servant said again.

It was completely dark outside.

Qian Ling took off his suit jacket and put it on the clothes rail at the door. He sat on the sofa and loosened his collar, and then he just circled his knees and remained motionless.

After a long silence, System 663 tentatively called Qian Ling's name.

The little ball huddled on the sofa moved, revealing half of a sleeping face, so obedient that people couldn't bear to wake him up again.

Qian Ling, who was finally full of sleep the next day, turned over, and the soft touch under his body made him stunned for a few seconds.

He opened his eyes, it was already daylight.

Mmm %3F

Qian Ling remembered that she was thinking about things on the sofa, and when she opened her eyes, she found that she was already sleeping on the bed with a quilt covered.

Did he remember it wrong?

Qian Ling thought about pulling back her quilt, and glanced underneath.

No change of clothes... a bit dirty.

Still, the suit is barely clean, but I still need to hurry up and take a shower first.

Seeing this, system 663 misunderstood Qianling's behavior, and reminded: [It was the NPC commander who put you on the bed, and he didn't do too many excessive things except cover you with a quilt. 】

Qian Ling snorted, but didn't notice his words, and turned to lift the quilt to find clean new clothes in the closet.

He took a set casually and asked the system, "But why did he come?"

【Because he installed surveillance in your room. 】

Qian Ling paused, and subconsciously searched for it, but was stopped by the system, [Your movements are too obvious. 】

Even though it was not the first time being watched by someone, this feeling was still uncomfortable, Qian Ling could only ask aggrievedly: Why did he do this?

[I'm afraid you will steal the house. 】

Qianling: "..."

Without the help of the system, relying on Qianling himself, he would never find out that he was being monitored, and maybe he would really do such a thing.

Soon after Qian Ling took a bath, someone knocked on the door and took him to the restaurant for breakfast.

Compared with the formal attire on the first day, Qian Ling only wore a simple shirt today%2C and saw the blond man sitting at the dining table still in formal attire from a distance.

And... the virtual live broadcast interface beside him.

"morning."

Qian Ling couldn't ignore his greeting, nodded bravely, and sat down in silence.

The two sat opposite each other across a long dining table.

The assortment of delicacies on the table instantly attracted Qianling's attention. He was hungry and raised his eyes and asked, "Can I eat?"

"of course."

Qian Ling moved his chopsticks unceremoniously, and he seldom made a sound when eating, like a lively life movie, which he would never tire of watching.

After a night of fermenting, almost everyone on the Internet knew that a young man who was so beautiful as if he had descended from an angel appeared beside the commander. He was a biological sample of the inhibitor and the savior who saved everyone.

Nature deserves the highest respect.

Even his little waywardness is particularly endearing.

Qian Ling couldn't understand those streaming live data and popularity, and was not interested in those things.

Compared with those, he prefers real food.

"How did you sleep last night?"

The sudden question made Qianling almost choke and coughed twice.

The man thoughtfully handed over a glass of water.

Qianling took a few mouthfuls of it, her lips were stained with a bright water color, and when her breath stabilized, she replied sullenly, "It's okay."

"Are you still used to eating?"

"Ah."

Qian Ling kept his head down all the time, and didn't like to communicate with him very much. He looked like a withdrawn child, which immediately aroused the love of the audience around Yun.

——I don't want to be a dog licker, but he is really cute.

——He was healed all day today, and he really is an angel.

——It is the action of taking screenshots and recording screens.

……

While Qian Ling was concentrating on enjoying her breakfast, she suddenly felt her calf being touched.

He retracted his legs and was about to take a bite of the big meat bun near his mouth.

The calf was bumped again.

Qian Ling raised her eyelids complainingly, and glared at the person opposite.

He thought that he was acting as a warning, but in the eyes of others, it was a radiant, infinite scenery that overwhelmed all delicacies.

The man was stunned for two seconds, Qianling had already withdrawn his gaze, and gnawed the big meaty bun to make a circle of neat small teeth marks.

This way of venting anger is really interesting.

Qian Ling was displeased by his gaze, raised her head and glared at him again, "Is it pretty?"

Seeing that he can't eat enough, I really don't understand.

The man nodded, and tapped his index finger on his lips, and said with deep meaning: "It's pretty pretty."

Qianling was slightly stunned, and blushed immediately took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

At this time, I heard another sentence from the other party, "Eat less, I'm afraid you will feel sick later."

Qian Ling didn't know what the other party was thinking at all, pretended not to hear it, and stopped after eating to her heart's content.

He looked up and found that the other party was just looking at him leisurely. He didn't eat much, and his posture was still in a leisurely manner. "Are you full? Go to a place with me."

Qian Ling followed behind him blankly, walking down the spiral staircase until he reached the bottom of the whole building, and stopped when he approached the dungeon.

"Aren't you afraid to go in?"

"No."

"Let's go then."

Qian Ling followed closely behind him, and from a distance he heard the bang bang bang bang bang, echoing in the closed space, accompanied by a damp and fishy smell.

He couldn't help getting closer, "What are we doing here?"

"Look at acquaintances."

The man's blond hair is still bright even in the dark, and he walked deeper into the source of the noise as he spoke.

Qian Ling could only trot to keep up.

After seeing clearly what was locked inside, Qian Ling seemed to be nailed in place, and even forgot to breathe for a moment.

Those locked inside are nothing but people who were infected after the attack. Even though they were contaminated with filth, it was vaguely possible to tell that these people were wearing lab coats and the clothes of the detection team.

The wounds on their bodies have festered in the dark and damp dungeon, exuding the smell of death and decay, and black and red unknown objects overlapped.

Qianling only felt a churn in his stomach.

The rosy lips were biting tightly, and the moist eyes were hidden behind the trembling eyelashes, and they were stubbornly preventing themselves from vomiting.

"They're all people you know well, who should be sitting in a clean lab with a bright future, and now they're like this,"

A pair of big hands rested on his trembling shoulders, sending Qian Ling forward, "Do you want to go over and say hello to them?"

It was the first time for Qian Ling, who had always been unresponsive, to react so quickly. He grabbed the hem of the man's clothes, turned around and bumped into the man's arms, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't..."

And those things locked inside seemed to hear their noises and became more excited, as if they could break through the restriction and rush out at any time.

The trembling of the person in his arms became more obvious.

His original plan was more extreme, to let this clean and innocent experimenter take a good look at the most realistic and cruel picture, and appreciate his frightened and desperate expression.

But at this time, he didn't feel the pleasure he imagined, and seemed to be even more faintly irritable.

Rather than pushing people out, he looks forward to being relied on.

"They are all warmly welcoming you, why don't you go and have a look?"

The person in his arms tightly grasped his front, and nestled down again in a hurry, and the fragrance from his body also floated over, it was the same as what he smelled last night, and it was even more seductive in this extreme environment.

"Now do you think they are harmless and harmless?"

The person in his arms shook his head obediently.

The man couldn't help lowering his head, greedily inhaling the warm aroma, "It's us you should love and pity, you are our savior, you know?"