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

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"Beep-!"

As the clear whistle sounded, the two people who were fighting in the water were all in a daze, and the host shouted: "The number one has been born, let us congratulate Shao Cheng!"

Shao Cheng got out of the swimming pool with a wet body, and pushed back the broken hair stuck to his forehead, revealing his handsome and handsome face, with drops of water dripping down his cheeks.

The wet clothes were tightly attached to his body, outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Every muscle in him was smooth but not too exaggerated, exuding attractive charm.

His dark eyes glanced at the two people who were struggling in the swimming pool, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up a little, as if mocking something.

"I won."

Pei Zijing and Wen Bai: "..."

Fucking someone stealing the house!

The two climbed out of the swimming pool in extreme displeasure, and Pei Zijing complained: "You are amazing, if you hadn't grabbed me, I would have won."

Wen Bo: "You didn't suppress me?"

The two who were already unhappy, the atmosphere was so tense that they were about to explode. If it wasn't for the camera and they were still filming, they would probably start fighting in a place where there was no one around.

And Qian Ling was far away, but he heard the host's whistle from a distance, but he didn't hear clearly who won.

The camera that has been following the film has also moved to the finish line.

Qianling was alone at the end, and he moved slowly towards the shore. Although the water in the pool was cold, it still felt a little bit bitter after soaking for a long time. He had to come up clean to avoid getting sick.

Just as he swam not far from the shore of the pool, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his ankle, and a force grabbed his foot and pulled it down desperately.

Qianling panicked.

He lowered his head, and through the clear water, he saw a mass of long black hair floating like seaweed, divided into countless strands and wrapped around his ankles.

Qian Ling turned pale with fright, and he tried to swim upstream, but the ball of hair tightly wrapped around his feet, no matter how much he struggled, it became even tighter.

The lingering voice came intermittently:

"Baby...Baby can't find a mother, you come to be my mother, okay..."

This kid is crazy!

Qian Ling kicked her legs hard, trying to communicate with him with reason: "I am a man, how can I be your mother, let me go, you have found the wrong person."

After hearing his words, the little ghost suddenly became very angry, and the Yin Qi around him even dyed the whole pool of water black like thick ink.

"You lied to me! Why, why don't you be my mother, the baby will be very obedient and obedient..."

The water level overflowed Qianling's chest, and the abnormal water pressure squeezed his body. He tried his best to splash the water surface and shouted: "Help! Help!"

The next second, he was pulled into the water.

The fishy water choked into his nose and mouth, robbing his breath, and countless black hairs were like tentacles, wrapping around Qianling's slender limbs and torso.

Qian Ling tried to raise his hand, but the long black hair got into his fingers and pulled him back.

"Baby, I found my mother..."

Qianling's vision became somewhat blurred and chaotic, he slowly opened his eyes, and found that everything in front of him had changed again.

He sat up and found himself sitting in the classroom.

With previous experience, Qian Ling has already adapted to this kind of world where it is possible to enter the memory as soon as she is unconscious.

Qianling looked at his phone, there was still half a class before school ended in the afternoon, the sky had already darkened, and the orange-yellow clouds squeezed the sky, gloomy and humid.

The lecture was dull in the classroom, and Qian Ling listened absent-mindedly. When the bell rang for the end of school, everyone rushed out, and the classroom was emptied in a short while.

"Qian Ling, it's your turn to be on duty today." The health commissioner explained and left in a hurry.

The hygiene in the classroom is usually maintained very well.

Qian Ling first sent a text message to his driver, and then rolled up his sleeves. His movements were relatively slow. After wiping the blackboard and sweeping the floor, the sky gradually darkened.

He has the last mopping floors left.

Qian Ling walked alone in the dark corridor, because today is Friday, evening self-study was canceled, so only the lights in the campus corridor were on.

He walked to the toilet in the corner of the teaching building, picked up the dry mop, and heard some sounds from a distance, which seemed to be mixed with curses.

Qianling held the mop and poked his head out quietly.

I saw a group of unscrupulous strong men holding wooden sticks and steel pipes at the back gate of the campus next to them. The steel pipes scratched the side of the concrete road, making harsh sounds.

"You were the one who injured Brother Long last time and ran away, brat, if I don't beat you up today, my buddies are not worthy of being on the road,"

The leading strong man waved his hand, and the others surrounded the person in the middle.

That figure who is not wearing the school uniform well is Yan Zekai?

Facing the big guys with sticks, Yan Zekai showed no fear on his face, and even lifted his chin slightly, with a bit of ruthless contempt in his eyes.

He twisted his wrist, making a clicking sound, and the aura exuding from his body was inexplicably dreadful.

Those few people surrounded Yan Zekai, but none of them dared to strike first.

Feeling ashamed, the leading boss slapped the gangster on his left, threw him in front of Yan Zekai, and shouted, "Come on, do it!"

"Wait a moment!"

A soft but firm voice broke the tense atmosphere, and the setting sun slanted outside the alley, stretching Qian Ling's figure infinitely long.

He was panting heavily, clutching a mop in his hand.

Qian Ling grasped the only weapon, and approached the dark alley, the light on her body was gradually swallowed up by the darkness.

Several strong men let out a friendly laugh, and made way for a small path.

Qian Ling quickly walked through and stood in front of Yan Zekai.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

Although he was urging others not to be afraid, his voice kept shaking. If you looked carefully, even the hand holding the mop was shaking.

He was obviously terrified, so why did he run over here?

His thin body can't even stop Yan Zekai from approaching 1.9 meters tall, not to mention that there are so many strong men on the opposite side, like a lamb who has fallen into a pack of wolves, pure and innocent, ready to be manipulated.

"Little friend, do you think you can beat us with a mop?" The bastard boss laughed and said, "If you agree to play with us, we will let your friend go, how about it?"

"This young master has fair skin and delicate skin. His family should be quite rich. How could he be mixed with that kind of person?"

"You don't know what's going on in his family, do you? His father is a gambler—"

A dangerous gleam flashed in Yan Zekai's eyes.

Before the man could finish speaking, he was punched to the ground. Facing those cold and emotionless eyes, he was so frightened that he trembled all over, and couldn't help opening his mouth to beg for mercy.

Yan Zekai said in a low voice, "Shut up."

The man shut his mouth in fright.

Seeing this scene, other strong men took up sticks and iron pipes and surrounded them, not at all ashamed of their despicable behavior of beating one more.

But they miscalculated Yan Zekai's force value.

I saw that his movements are chic and neat, he can't tell any tricks, but they are very practical, almost knocking down the enemy with one blow, and the angles of strength and angles are extremely tricky.

"Oh shit."

The steel pipe was kicked and flew to the ground. A gangster wiped the blood from his cheek, stood up, drew out a knife and attacked Yan Zekai's back.

A cold light flashed, just as the dagger was approaching Yan Zekai.

Qian Ling's whole body was tense, and his body reacted rationally first. He picked up the mop in his hand and slapped the little gangster hard in the face.

"what!"

The little gangster let out a scream, the smell of the mop can be imagined, and he looked at Qianling with a bit of savagery in his eyes, "Damn it. How dare you hit me?!"

The little gangster waved the knife in his hand and greeted Qian Ling.

There was a bang, and the man was kicked to the ground.

An afterimage passed by Qian Ling's face, Yan Zekai held the little gangster's neck with one hand, his horrifying and sinister eyes were covered by his fine black hair, he slowly picked up the knife that fell to the side, and slowly He raised his hand and stabbed forward violently.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The little gangster screamed in fright, and his pants were covered with dark water stains, with a fishy smell.

So scared to pee? !

The knife was stuck right next to the gangster's cheek, and stuck into the ground for a few minutes, blood slowly oozing from the gangster's earlobe, Yan Zekai's eyes were indifferent, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

The other strong men who saw this scene, covered their wounds and stumbled away.

Qian Ling had never seen such an out-of-control Yan Zekai before. He slowly straightened up and looked in Qian Ling's direction. The indifference and gloom at that moment sent chills down the spine.

In the end, the little gangster covered his injured ear and ran away, fearing that something would happen if he walked too slowly for a second.

Although Yan Zekai had the upper hand in the fight, he was not made of iron after all. There were some small damages on his cheeks and arms, which made him look more unapproachable.

Qian Ling quickly dropped the mop in her hand and walked up.

"It's okay, let me take a look," Qianling raised his head. Yan Zekai's wounds were very shallow, and a simple disinfection treatment would do. He breathed a sigh of relief, "I was scared to death, do you know how worried I am about you?"

"……Worry?"

This word made Yan Zekai's eyes show a trace of bewilderment. He looked at the youth who was as beautiful and flawless as snow, and murmured: "Don't you think I'm scary?"

For Qian Ling who has seen all kinds of bizarre things in the dungeon, this couldn't be more normal, his thin white fingers lightly brushed Yan Zekai's cheek, "But you protected me, didn't you?"

The sky was completely dark, and the dim street lights on both sides fell on them, as if the whole world was silent and only the two of them were left.

Yan Zekai hugged Qian Ling into his arms, like a large dog seeking a sense of security, and buried it deeply into Qian Ling's neck.

At this moment, he felt the long-lost tranquility.

Qian Ling let him hold her for a long time, her calf started to go numb and she finally couldn't help saying: "Where is your home, I'll ask the driver to take you back, don't run into those villains again on the road."

"Are you sure you want to take me home?"

From an angle Qian Ling couldn't see, those eyes were dark and heavy, "Master, there is no sunshine in my world, are you sure you want to come in?"

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