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

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Qian Ling seemed to have fallen asleep after saying those words.

Ji Cheng hugged the weightless person, as soft as if he was hugging a ball of cotton.

Live barrage:

——Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

—Has the opportunity finally come?Ji Cheng, although I don't like you, but for the sake of your handsome looks, I can barely stand for a second.

——Qianling's Wife: You can drink, but only a little.

——Get out of the way, let me help my wife go to the bathroom! !

……

Ji Cheng frowned.

Really.

Why show off if you can't drink.

If you've seen a cup poured, you've never seen it before taking a sip.

Drunk people just leave it alone, they are all like this.

But Ji Cheng didn't know why, so he couldn't let go of his hand. Instead, he directly hugged the person with his arms and walked deep into the woods.

Qian Ling felt the world spinning for a while, as if a stove suddenly approached him, and the warmth that surrounded him made him approach that direction unconsciously.

Ji Cheng froze and lowered his head.

There was an abnormal rosiness on that snow-white and pure cheek, and it was so soft that it seemed fragile that could be destroyed with a little force, and moist water vapor fell from the eyelashes.

Maybe it's tears, maybe it's the snowflakes that will stay and melt inadvertently.

It was such a person, but he was so heinous and cruel in the rumors.

He's obviously just an idiot who can't even dress well.

Ji Cheng hugged the man, found an empty space, and bent down to put him down.

The person who had been obediently and motionless suddenly snorted softly, as if being coquettish, wrapped his white jade-like arms around his neck, "Don't... be cold."

Ji Cheng could only continue to hug Qian Ling, the fragrance in his arms was closer, his voice was slightly hoarse,

"Aren't you going to the toilet?"

Qian Ling seemed to understand, she shook her head and pressed against his body, like a timid cat, rubbing Ji Cheng's clothes in front of his chest in a mess, "No, no."

Ji Cheng felt a little helpless, he couldn't help reaching out to touch the person in his arms.

When he was about to meet Qian Ling, there was a slight sound of leaves rustling in the bushes behind him. Unlike when the wind was blowing, Ji Cheng quickly snapped off a branch and hit it——

"Well."

Ji Cheng said coldly: "Come out."

A somewhat familiar face emerged slowly from the bushes, Wu Hao clutched his injured left chest, his face was very ugly.

He didn't expect that he would be discovered just a little closer.

Ji Cheng also recognized him as a member of his own army, but his voice was still cold, "Why are you staying there sneakily?"

Wu Hao paused, and quickly made up an excuse, "Well, the boss asked me to come, and told me to notify you to go back, don't, don't let that little emperor run away."

Ji Cheng hugged him, and walked past him coldly.

"You're lucky this time, if you dare to hide behind like this next time, it won't be as simple as a branch hitting you."

Wu Hao shuddered all over, and quickly lowered his head to agree.

After the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, Wu Hao's face darkened, and he rubbed the place where he was hit - he could drop a lot of his blood with just one touch, and hit the heart precisely.

If this is not a coincidence, then this npc's force value can definitely be regarded as one of the top few he has met in the instance.

but.

This didn't seem to fit the main line of the plot he had learned.

According to the normal dungeon process, Ji Cheng should hate the position of the emperor very much, and even seriously injured him in the early stage of the palace plot.

When the emperor was dying, he would use the countless gold, silver and jewels obtained from the tomb of the emperor to exchange them for weapons, food and grass to stage an uprising, and kill the dying emperor with his own hands.

And the current plot line is completely messed up.

Not only was Qian Ling not injured at all, she was also held in Ji Cheng's arms like a baby.

What exactly is going on?

Could it be that his card has failed?

This is something that has never happened before.

Without even thinking about it, Wu Hao called out his portable system, "Why is the information I got completely different from the progress in the dungeon? Is there a bug?"

Wu Hao earlier had a permanent card reward after passing the dungeon. The effect is that he can view the complete plot lines of the two NPCs in the dungeon at will.

Although it is not a card that can directly save life, it is even rarer.

It is equivalent to having this special convenience, he can avoid some wrong choices, and this is also one of his trump cards to improve the pass rate of his copy.

The system replied him coldly: [After testing, everything in this dungeon is normal, please take it seriously. 】

This is impossible.

Obviously, it was completely opposite to the plot line he saw!How come there is no problem at all?

The system said: [The plot line viewed by the card is the summary and analysis of previous data, and it cannot be guaranteed to be 100% accurate. There are many reasons for the deviation, and different players will also cause this. 】

It means that it became like this because of the appearance of Qianling?

The shock on Wu Hao's face even overshadowed the puzzlement.

That vase player who looks so weak and has no ability other than his good-looking face... How could he be able to achieve this level with just his face?

Could it be affected by props or cards?

But he had never seen such an ability, not even heard of it.

None of the vase players I have met in the past have shown this ability.

Because in the eyes of NPCs, their appearance only accounts for a small part of the influencing factors, especially in the main line, and there will be no major changes due to the difference in appearance.

So what about Qianling?

Qian Ling was carried back to the carriage. Unlike before, there was an extra person in the carriage this time.

The originally spacious space became a lot crowded because of Ji Cheng's joining.

And the Celestial Master who was sitting in the car kept his eyes closed all the time, if not judging from his breath, Ji Cheng even thought that the other party was asleep.

He has never had a good impression of such gloomy and mysterious people.

Ji Cheng withdrew his gaze from the celestial master, looked at Qian Ling who was sleeping in his arms, and suddenly felt much better, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Qian Ling fell into a deep sleep this time, being wrapped in a warm embrace, as if trying to make up for what she didn't get enough sleep.

When he woke up, it was already dark.

When he woke up, he found that he had already slept on the bed, and the room was lit with candles.

The rooms are simply furnished but clean.

Qian Ling lifted the quilt, her head was still groggy, and her throat was dry and hot.

After a brief wash, he pushed open the door of the room.

The bustling downstairs is full of voices, while the outside of the house is as thick as black ink.

This seems to be the only inn around here.

Qian Ling walked down the stairs slowly, his appearance stopped the talking downstairs, followed by a low voice of discussion, almost everyone's eyes fell on Qian Ling.

"What are you looking at? Have you forgotten your identity?" the boss cursed viciously.

Everyone lowered their heads, but the peripheral vision at the end of their eyes was still glued to Qian Ling.

A bunch of things you can't count on.

Old Daoist: "Ji Cheng, bring someone here to watch carefully."

"Oh."

Ji Cheng is notoriously indifferent among them, even if he is facing a good-looking person, he has never been soft-hearted.

What's more, it even made the little girl who confessed to cry.

So handing it over to him, based on the experience of the boss, is the most reassuring for him, "Watching him eat, don't make people starve and sick."

Ji Cheng made room for Qian Ling.

The dishes on the table can only be regarded as ordinary, but for Qian Ling who has eaten dry food for two days, it is already very good.

Ji Cheng handed him the bowls and chopsticks, "I heard that you all have special people who prepare the dishes. We have no conditions here. You'd better not be picky, or you will be hungry at night—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the jade-like fingers next to him using rough chopsticks that did not match at all, picking up the nearest dish, and began to eat it with big mouthfuls.

"Well, it's delicious!"

Qian Ling was so moved that tears almost fell down. There is nothing more tearful than having a mouthful of hot food in cold weather!

Ji Cheng: "..."

Not only was he dumbfounded, but even the other people at the same table next to him showed surprised expressions.

This.

In fact, the little emperor didn't want to be so annoying as rumored, on the contrary...

They looked at the picture of Qian Ling who was as happy as a small animal after just one bite of food, and they felt hot for no reason, why is it so cute?

Ji Cheng said: "It seems that life in the palace is not very good."

Just as Qian Ling bowed her head and was trying to cook, there was another sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Several figures passed by them.

An unclear voice floated over with the wind, "The person disappeared, how is this possible? Tell He Lanjun, I'll go back right away."

Is it an illusion?

He seems to have heard Xiao Yu's voice.

Qian Ling suddenly stopped, turned her head, and several figures walked out of the inn quickly and got on their horses.

One of the figures was Xiao Yu.

Qian Ling shouted in desperation. "resemble--"

A hand reached out and gagged his mouth as he uttered the full syllable.

"Don't shout."

Qian Ling was covered with her mouth, and could only watch Xiao Yu get on the horse and go further and further.

do not……

Don't go!

Xiao Yu suddenly stopped.

The attendant on the side said: "My lord, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yu frowned, turned his head and looked into the inn, "Did you hear His Majesty's voice, I seem to hear him calling me."

But he looked through the group of people, but couldn't find Qian Ling.

"Lord Xiao Yu, I didn't hear anything." The attendant said, "It may be because you miss His Majesty so much that you have hallucinations. Let's go back earlier."

And Ji Cheng, who was hiding in the back kitchen, was clasping Qian Ling's waist with one hand, and his slender waist looked even narrower under his palm.The other hand was ruthlessly covering Qianling's mouth.

"He is your guest of honor."

Qian Ling's eyes were flustered and bewildered, "Huh huh?"

Ji Cheng sneered, "It's not too bad, your picky eye is too bad."

"You said, if he knew that His Majesty, whom he was looking for, was only tens of meters away, and was being held in this leaky house, what kind of expression would he have?"

[The author has something to say: I don’t know what his expression is, but your expression is bt]