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

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Although Qian Ling is very sleepy now, he doesn't feel sleepy at all. After all this kind of thing happened, he must find the reason why he became An Qing.

So he changed his clothes and went out.

He walked to his original room, paused before entering the door, and when he was about to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

"Then I'll wait for you outside." The person who spoke had the same face as him, and when his eyes met, the person on the opposite side was stunned for two seconds, and said, "An Qing, what's the matter with you here?"

Qian Ling froze in place.

That is obviously his appearance, but on another person, using his identity and face.

Qian Ling didn't know what kind of expression she had now.

His pupils constricted slightly, and he paused for a few seconds before uttering a few words stiffly, "... who are you?"

"Are you sleepy? I'm Qianling."

The person on the opposite side laughed lightly, but there was no real smile in his eyes when he was looking at him, he just felt extremely penetrating.

"No, you're not me. Who are you, you're the one who made me what I am now," Qian Ling grabbed his sleeve, "Why did you do this?"

'Qian Ling' struggled to grab his hand and pushed him away, a trace of impatience and arrogance flashed in his eyes, "What are you talking about, what did I do to you? Obviously you came to me early in the morning Say something you don't understand."

Qian Ling was stunned by him and took a few steps back, bumping her back against the guardrail of the corridor, her arm ached faintly.

The culprit looked innocent, "Ah, are you okay, I didn't mean it, who made you not stand still, let me help you—"

Intuition made Qian Ling feel that the other party had bad intentions, he moved two steps to the side, and said in a low voice: "No, don't touch me."

The audience of the show who didn't know why said:

[What is An Qing doing, insane? ]

[He doesn't think his wife's face is his, does he? It's crazy to want this face in a dream. ]

[But you shouldn't push people, it's a bit...]

[I think today's wife is also a bit weird? ]

……

"Did something happen?"

Shao Cheng's voice approached from afar, and a familiar figure appeared at the door, looking at him with dark eyes.

Qian Ling opened his mouth to speak.

But it was overtaken by another voice, "Senior Shaocheng, Anqing seems to be under too much pressure, she ran over and said something she didn't understand to me, I was a little scared, so I pushed away."

Shao Cheng's eyes followed his words, and fell on Qianling's slightly drooping eyelashes and tightly pressed lips like a substance, and the bright red lips were bitten out with a circle of obvious marks, like a well-ripe Bewitching like a berry.

He hunched his shoulders and covered his arms, like a small animal.

Sensing Shao Cheng's gaze, Qian Ling raised her head.

He really wanted to tell what happened directly, but would the other party believe it?Will the others behind that camera believe it?

His eyes were clouded with mist.

Shao Cheng seemed to be scalded by his eyes, he looked back, frowned slightly, turned around and left, "Leave him alone, go to the doctor if you are sick."

The two footsteps left one after the other.

Qian Ling just looked at the other party with her face pressed against her, and followed Shao Cheng, talking happily, looking so happy.

Qian Ling lowered her head, opened her sleeves, and there was a handprint left by the pushing process just now on her snow-white skin, which was hot and stinging.

He lowered his eyelids, bit his lip and told himself not to cry.

There is another way.

There must be someone who believes in him, and will definitely take back what belongs to him...

A dense cloud of cloudy air covered Qian Ling's whole body, and the biting cold rose from the soles of his feet. When Qian Ling noticed, the surrounding scene had turned into boundless darkness.

Qian Ling froze, he called the system's name.

A gloomy voice sounded almost against his back, "Do you feel abandoned? Lonely and wronged?"

"who are you?"

The mist compressed and turned into an unreal shadow, which appeared in front of Qian Ling, and the hand made of mist gently stroked Qian Ling's cheek.

The sticky and cold feeling is particularly nauseating.

Qian Ling raised her hand and patted it away, "Don't touch me."

The mist scattered in an instant and then condensed into a solid body in the next second, becoming countless hands, restraining all the movements of Qianling, and whispering in a bewitching voice: "Did you see it? As long as it is that face, no matter who is in it It doesn't matter."

The invisible hand made him unable to move, and even through a layer of clothes, he could still feel the chill, haunting him like a wraith crawling out of the eerie hell.

Qian Ling bit her lower lip tightly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"How come, I can help you. As long as you agree to be with me, I can help you return to the original position, even..."

He pulled the line of voice, and Qian Ling felt a sudden chill in his waist, like branches and vines clinging to the wooden frame, lingering tightly, "You want to be known by everyone in the entertainment circle, no one can despise you , I can help you get all the resources you want."

"How about it, do you want to think about it?"

"You should die." Qian Ling gritted her teeth, "I won't be with you, I will find you, you bastard."

The black mist dispersed again, spreading in the boundless darkness.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it, don't regret it..."

Qian Ling fell to his knees on the floor as if exhausted, panting heavily, the surrounding scene became clear again, and he touched his waist with lingering fear.

There was still a slight soreness on the skin.

After resting for a while, Qian Ling stood up while leaning on the railing. If he could gain benefits by making a deal with the devil, he would not end up like Man Ziming.

Qian Ling left silently, looking a little lonely and helpless from the back.

And in the corner where no one is on the other side.

Shao Cheng quietly took all this into his eyes, he was so weak, why did he have to be so stubborn?

Among the people he has come into contact with, which one did not take the bait willingly, why did he bother to try to seduce him, even to such an extent that he would not fall into the trap?

"Shao..."

Shao Cheng looked over coldly.

The face that was exactly the same as Qian Ling's was full of horror and fear, and the remaining syllables were stuck in his throat, as if his throat had been pinched.

An Qing kept struggling with his hands, trying to break free from the invisible shackles around his neck.

Shao Cheng approached with a sullen face, and raised his hand from a distance.

"Who allowed you to push him just now, and which hand did you use? Huh?"

An Qing's eyes were filled with horror, and with a click, there was a great pain in his right arm, and he screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Qian Ling, who was not far away, stopped and looked back. The corridor was empty and there was no one there.

Could it be that he heard wrong?

And Shao Cheng looked down at An Qing, whose face was distorted in pain, "If you do this kind of thing again, I will make you regret appearing in this world."

His palms closed in the air, and the invisible mask worn on An Qing's face shattered, revealing An Qing's original face.

An Qing's whole face was so pale that there was no blood, and now his eyes were even more black, his cheeks were sunken, he was almost dead, and the kid beside him was constantly absorbing his energy.

If he could choose again, he would definitely not offend this evil god.

His life was held in the other party's hands, and he couldn't even die. This painful feeling was more unbearable than other dungeons he had experienced.

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