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

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When the rehearsals were over and they walked into the room where the sundries were piled up, they were attracted by the picture in front of them.

Qian Ling sat on the ground, completely immersed in his own world, wandering around with the paintbrush in his hand, only felt that he seemed to be isolated from the whole world, with a peaceful and transcendent beauty.

There are not many things that can make him so focused, and painting is definitely one of them.

Several people stood outside for several minutes.

It wasn't until Qianling finished coloring the props in his hand, put down the brush, waved his sore arms, and raised his head, that he saw a few people standing at the door.

"Have you rehearsed?"

Qianling stood up and showed the lustful props in front of several people, "How about it, it looks good."

Pei Zijing nodded, "Looks good, I didn't expect you to have such a talent."

Wen Bo said: "Can you send me? Go home and frame it."

"It's very simple, I can teach you."

Qian Ling is tireless when it comes to painting, and Shao Cheng, who came to the room one step later, saw such a harmonious picture-everyone gathered in front of a prop board, each coloring.

If you ignore the ugly things painted by Pei Zijing and Wen Bai.

With the addition of three more people, Qian Ling can be regarded as freeing his hands, and only needs to squat aside and give pointers from time to time.

At this time, footsteps came from the door.

Qian Ling glanced over casually, and just happened to meet An Qing who was a little embarrassed, and was slightly taken aback.

He seems a little lacking in complexion?

But when I saw it in the morning, it was obviously normal, why did it happen?

Lu Xiao had told him not to get too close to the other party, but recently the kid suddenly calmed down, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Qian Ling hesitated and said, "An Qing, did you really encounter something? You look really weird."

His words attracted other people in the room, and they followed suit.

An Qing's body froze in place, looking behind Qian Ling, his pupils constricted for a moment as if he saw something terrifying.

"Ok?"

Qian Ling turned around, and besides the normal staff, only Pei Zijing, Wen Bai and Shao Cheng were left in the room.

When he turned around, An Qing's expression almost returned to normal, and he only hurriedly said, "I'm not feeling well, I'm going back to rest first."

Qian Ling looked at An Qing who left in a hurry, confused.

He turned his head and said to several people: "Did something happen during your rehearsal? Did you encounter any strange things? Like unclean things?"

"Strange thing? No." Pei Zijing waved his hand, "He went to the toilet when he was tired from practicing, and we didn't provoke him."

Qian Ling felt that if he continued to speak, he would also be taken away as too much pressure.

Only one step at a time.

With everyone's joint efforts, the props were quickly prepared, and today's activities came to an end.

After eating, Qian Ling returned to the room.

Today, he held the pen for a long time beyond his body's limit, and his arms were sore, so he took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a hot bath%2C and lay back on the bed contentedly.

The tiredness of his body quickly made him fall asleep, and he felt like a piece of duckweed floating on the boundless water, drifting further and further away.

Qian Ling even looked forward to it, and then jumped into the memories.

Maybe we can see Yan Zekai again.

But his consciousness drifted farther and farther away with the dark water, and the hot and humid feeling surrounded him.

No matter how slow Qian Ling is, he still feels something is wrong.

He tried his best to wake up, but the wet water surface seemed to turn into substance, pulling him in different directions, peeling off from his body.

He was like a bubble whose surface tension had reached a critical point, and suddenly exploded with a bang.

Quickly opened his eyes.

The pajamas were tightly attached to the body, already drenched with sweat.

White mist had gradually formed in the sky, Qianling turned around habitually, but unexpectedly fell to the ground with a plop.

Qian Ling, who just woke up, was a little dazed.

He rubbed his sore waist from the fall, and supported the one next to him...Qian Ling was stunned for a few seconds, and through the light coming through the gap in the curtains, he saw clearly that what he was holding was indeed the sofa.

sofa?

Qian Ling was sure that he was sleeping on the bed, he blinked and rubbed again, but the scene in front of him didn't change in any way.

Shallow spirituality.

Could it be that Shao Cheng secretly moved himself from the bed to the sofa while he was asleep?

Although there were some small grievances in my heart, but thinking that the other party might not be used to sleeping together, I had to slowly climb onto the sofa.

In this case, he will just sit here for a while.

Qian Ling had a nightmare all night, and now her eyelids could not help but fight with sleepiness, so she just leaned on the armrest of the sofa and fell asleep drowsily.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a noise in the room.

Qian Ling frowned.

Not getting enough sleep was too much for him.

Qian Ling struggled to raise her head, there was no one on the bed, and the bathroom door was closed.

Shao Cheng should be up.

He swayed onto the bed and lay down on it with a plop. The soft mattress stretched all his bones.

After a while, the breathing became even again.

After Wen Bai finished washing, he found a figure on the originally empty bed.

With a cold face, he walked over without wiping his face, because he had discussed with An Qing from the beginning that the two of them would sleep separately without disturbing each other.

When Wen Bo approached, he only saw a figure sleeping on his side, half-hidden under the quilt.

He couldn't see the face clearly, but somehow felt that the person in front of him seemed a little different.

The first instinct of disgust had undergone a subtle change, and even the anger in my heart had dropped a lot.

He said coldly: "Get up."

Qian Ling was just about to fall asleep, rolled up the quilt, buried her head in a deeper pillow, and said softly and softly, "No, I'm so sleepy."

Wen Bo froze in place.

Obviously the voice is completely different, but there is a feeling of familiarity.

He frowned, stretched out his hand and pulled away the quilt covering his face, but the face he revealed was not the one he had imagined at all.

What was he thinking about?

He actually felt that An Qing was similar to Qian Ling.

Wen Bo said coldly: "Get up, I said on the first day, keep the distance between you and me."

Qian Ling's head was in a daze, and when he heard his words, he didn't react for a while, until the quilt was snatched away, and he raised his wet eyelashes with difficulty.

His eyes slowly focused, and after seeing the person in front of him clearly, Qian Ling was more than half refreshed in an instant.

"...Wen Bai? Why are you in my room?"

Wen Bo chuckled, "Are you awake, or are you playing dumb with me?"

Qian Ling stretched out his hand and pinched his face, the clear pain made him confirm that he was really not dreaming.

Then he looked at the surrounding environment——

Although the decor is the same, every object in the room does not belong to him.

Wen Bo said coldly: "An Qing, I'll say it one last time, get off my bed."

Qian Ling was stunned, and it took several seconds before she found her voice, "...what did you call me?"

"An Qing," Wen Bai frowned, "I didn't realize that your acting skills are so good, I already want to ask you to make a movie."

Without putting on her shoes, Qian Ling rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Seeing the face in the mirror, Qian Ling tried her best to cover her mouth, forcing herself not to make a sound.

What the hell is going on here?

Qian Ling's pupils constricted, and the diffuse mist gathered into small water droplets, which rolled down from his cheeks silently.

His face turned into Anqing?

System 663 said: [Don't be afraid, this is just a trick, you are still you. 】

The mirror distorted for a moment.

The picture became clear again, and Qian Ling's original face appeared in the mirror.

[This is the masterpiece of the dungeon boss, he has already set his sights on you. 】

"how so……"

Qian Ling lowered his eyes, with tears still hanging on his eyelashes, and bit his lower lip tightly, but he couldn't figure out who the hell would treat him in this way?

His cherry-like rosy lips were bitten by shallow tooth marks. This was the first time he was so helpless, and he didn't even know what to do next.

System 663 said: [Don't worry too much, since he has already made a move, it means there are traces to follow.And you are not alone, take a look at the barrage. 】

Qian Ling hesitated, but followed the system's instructions and clicked on the barrage.

Colorful bullet screens flew over, accompanied by the special effects of various gifts, and the enthusiasm and warmth that rushed to his face wrapped him in this small world.

——Baby wife, don't cry, my husband will give you a big rocket.

--No way?No way?It's not true that some people can't recognize their wives, right?Wen Bai directly expelled from dog registration!Let him regret it!

——It seems that my life is finished. No matter what my wife's face looks like, I'm fine. Seeing the wronged look makes my heart melt.

——Only my wife can make me have this kind of urge, and no one else can.I am the most loyal dog, so don't be afraid, wife.We are all here.

……

With the comfort of the barrage, Qian Ling smiled through tears, and wiped away tears indiscriminately.

From the barrage of not being these strangers at the beginning, he gradually got used to it and even evolved into a motivation to comfort him.

Qian Ling tidied up her expression and opened the bathroom door.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wen Bo looked over.

In my heart, I thought of the picture of him running in hastily, stepping on the ground with bare feet, it should be very cold.

Qian Ling came out, and the moment he met Wen Bo's gaze, he lowered his eyes subconsciously.

"Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't be in your bed, I'm going back to the couch."

"No need, you can sleep on the bed." Wen Bo looked down and landed on his bare feet, "Next time remember to put on your shoes, I'll go out first."

"Ah..."

Before Qian Ling could react, the door of the room was already slammed shut.

Wen Bo stood in the corridor, clenched his fists.

He didn't know why, but suddenly a strong contradiction arose today - the disgust he felt when he saw An Qing the first day disappeared now.

He couldn't even help but want to get closer.

This instinct has nothing to do with appearance, it comes from the depths of the soul, the purest intuition and reaction.