Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

Speaking of the live broadcast, Qiao Leting is no wonder. After wearing a distorting mirror last time, he gained more than 100 catties, and it has been less than a month since now. It is a bit nonsense to say that he has gained more than 100 catties in this month.

If Qiao Leting had appeared like this, the headline recommendation of Dou Mao tomorrow morning would probably become: "Shocked! The male anchor of Dou Mao changed drastically overnight. Is it the curse of a thousand-year-old evil spirit or a field that science has not yet reached!"

Qiao Leting really didn't want to go around making recommendations like this.

Lin Mao couldn't hear Qiao Leting's reply, so he quickly asked a few more times: "Qiao Qiao, talk to me, Qiao Qiao! What's wrong with you, Qiao Qiao? Are you seriously ill?"

Lin Mao is the planning manager of Doomao, and he is one of Qiao Leting's few friends. They met when Qiao Leting went to Domao's headquarters to sign a contract. Lin Mao is gay. After getting connected, I lost my thoughts on this aspect.

Although Lin Mao was a bit of a motherfucker, he was very forthright.

When Qiao Leting signed the contract, he had already said that his weekly live broadcast time could not be determined, so the company didn't have any requirements for him in this regard, but the commission was [-]% more than other anchors. He sat up from the bed and asked the person on the phone Lin Mao said: "I have something to do these days, and I don't have much time to do live broadcasts."

"You're worried about me, Qiao Qiao, as long as it's okay, as long as it's okay." Lin Mao made a thankful voice, and then asked: "Qiao Qiao, I found a western restaurant that is very delicious. Are you free tonight?" Is it? I want to treat you to dinner."

Qiao Leting got out of bed and opened the curtains, and the warm sunshine poured into the bedroom. He was about to agree to what Mr. Lin said, but when he lowered his head, he saw his protruding stomach, and his desire to eat instantly dropped to the minimum. Lin Mao said, "I want to lose weight recently, so I won't go out."

Lin Mao snorted, and asked Qiao Leting if he didn't love him anymore, what can Qiao Leting do?All he could say was yes yes.

Lin Mao hung up the phone angrily, Qiao Leting glanced at the time on the phone and yawned again. After a little hesitation, he pulled the curtains to death again, threw himself under the bed and continued to sleep in the dark.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up again, Qiao Leting finally got up from the bed, washed up and cooked a bowl of instant noodles for himself, opened the fighting cat live broadcast room, found a cross talk anchor, and clicked in.

He also boiled two eggs for himself, and the heat was controlled very well. After splitting them with chopsticks, the egg yolks that hadn't completely solidified inside flowed out, mixed in the noodle soup with oil flowers and vegetable leaves, very tempting.

Qiao Leting quickly finished a bowl of noodles for Tulu, and even burped. He patted his stomach and cleaned the dishes. He went back to the bedroom and sat in front of the computer to search for any other supernatural events that he didn't know about. Place.

It's always good to know more, once the blind cat bumps into the dead mouse next time, he will meet Dabai this time, and he knows that the park in front of the hospital was rebuilt from the hanging ground, otherwise it doesn't have to be in the hospital. How long will you stay there.

Qiao Leting's random time travel physique makes it difficult for him to find a stable job in today's society. He has no father or mother and is an orphan. After graduating from university, he originally wanted to be a garden designer, but something like this happened.

When he first started, he didn’t expect that one day he would make a living by live broadcasting. He started live broadcasting on a whim when he was doing tasks. At the first time, he didn’t have those special equipment, and he only relied on the front and back of his mobile phone. Two cameras completed a simple live broadcast of a supernatural adventure.

But he didn't expect that there were quite a few viewers who supported him that day, and he received a tip of nearly 2000 yuan in less than one night, which made Qiao Leting think about becoming an anchor.

When he registered his account, he casually gave himself a nickname called Fa Cai, which was a good expectation for himself.Sure enough, he lived up to his nickname. After signing with the company, he bought a set of equipment himself and officially joined the anchor industry. After one year of live broadcasting, he has accumulated more than 200 million fans, and the income in his bank card is quite considerable. So even if it is inconvenient for him to come out to live broadcast now, it is not a problem to pay for his daily expenses

The time that Qiao Leting traveled was completely irregular, the longest interval was two months, and the shortest time was when he was sent out by the mirror just after he came back to sleep.

Normally, if the time interval is too long, he will start a live broadcast to explain some supernatural events that he did not show to fans in his previous expeditions. Fans will listen to these as ghost stories, and Qiao Leting does not mind. He often broadcasts The fans here are coaxing them like children.

Doomao's recommendation page today is Dabai's live broadcast of the leprosy hospital last night. The title is "Exploring the leprosy hospital in the middle of the night, two men actually did such a thing!"

This title seems to be very basic, it broke through 500 million clicks in just one afternoon, and it is very likely to be selected as the top ten hottest videos of the year for fighting cats this year.

Many of Qiao Leting's fans are also lovers of spiritual adventures, and they clicked on the recommendation when they saw the recommendation. Many of them thought that the fat Qiao Leting looked like Fa Cai, and his voice was also quite similar.So I left a message below and asked if I got rich and became fat and I was too embarrassed to appear in my live broadcast room, so I came to Dabai's live broadcast.

Someone replied below: "Do you think getting rich is a balloon, and you get fat as soon as you blow it up?"

This person's id Qiao Leting is quite familiar, he can remember either his die-hard fans, or local rich fans, he pinched the swimming ring on his stomach, and wanted to tell this lovely fan, get rich It really turned into a balloon, and what's even more frightening is that the balloon can't be deflated yet.

Furious into a puffer fish!

Not long after Qiao Leting put down the phone, the angry Lin Mao called again. He came up and said alarmingly: "Hurry up and take a look at that new Dabai, if you don't come out to broadcast live, your position as No. [-] Brother Dou Mao will be lost!"

Qiao Leting never felt that he was the first brother of Dou Mao. He said to Lin Mao, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. If the waves ahead don't work, run away."

"..." Lin Mao was shocked by Qiao Leting's lack of progress, and shouted at Qiao Leting: "If you can't do it again, you will live broadcast naked | run away"

Qiao Leting was also very helpless. People just said that getting rich is not because the balloon can't inflate so fast. He couldn't immediately start a live broadcast to slap his fans in the face. He said to Lin Mao: "I can't show up now."

"What's wrong with you? Disfigured?" Lin Mao asked.

Qiao Leting responded, "Almost."

"Ahhhh-"

Qiao Leting quickly kept the phone away from his ears, and took it back after Lin Mao finished calling, and heard Lin Mao say on the other end of the phone: "If you can't do it, go abroad for plastic surgery! I will reimburse the plane ticket for you."

"..." Qiao Leting silently looked at his own shadow reflected on the computer screen, without speaking.

Lin Mao originally thought that Qiao Leting was joking, but now that he stopped talking, Lin Mao suddenly became concerned. Could it be that something really happened to Qiao Leting?He asked cautiously, "How about I go see you now?"

Qiao Leting touched his stomach and said, "No need, no need, I'm fine, I just want to rest for a while."

"That's good, that's good, you scared me to death," Lin Mao breathed a sigh of relief, "Then take good care of yourself, show up if you have time, and chatting with fans won't kill you."

"Understood." Qiao Leting was happy to deserve it, but he still didn't have the slightest intention to show his face in the live broadcast room.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Leting logged into his Doumao account, and the private messages received in the backstage of the live broadcast room had already exceeded five digits. Qiao Leting picked up a few familiar fans and replied, saying that something happened to him recently. It will be a while before we come back live.

After doing all this, Qiao Leting felt that it was still inappropriate, so he simply sent out an announcement, telling fans that he was looking for material outside during this period, and he could not come out for live broadcast for the time being.

The fans were also very talkative, leaving messages below to remind Qiao Leting to be safe and not be abducted by the goblins.

In the blink of an eye, it came to September, and Qiao Leting had just taken the food from the delivery boy, when a sensor suddenly came, and it was time to time travel again.

Qiao Leting hurriedly stuffed the hammer, mobile phone, biscuits, etc. in the desk drawer into his pockets, and kept chanting silently: "Haha mirror, haha ​​mirror, haha ​​mirror...", and fell asleep.

After a long time, Qiao Leting woke up from his sleep. He was lying on a piece of weeds, the branches above his head were hanging down to poke his stomach. He held an ancient bronze mirror in his arms, which gave off a faint fluorescence. , which reflected his blurred face.

When Qiao Leting saw this mirror, he almost knelt down and thanked God. Fortunately, he didn't pass through this kind of mirror, otherwise this face would be completely destroyed.

After a while, an ancient general in silver armor appeared in the mirror. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could still feel the murderous aura on his body. With the spear in his hand held high, a line of Qiao Leting appeared on the mirror. It was an ancient script that he had never seen before, but it was strange that he could recognize all of them. He read softly: "Find the young master's soul."

Then the general on the mirror disappeared.

Even if he recognized this line of characters, Qiao Leting was still at a loss, son?Where did he go to find him a son?And what kind of soul should it be?

Just at this moment, the footsteps of several people came from not far away, and the voice of a middle-aged man rang out, "Old Ma, can we get off the Yanyang Mausoleum next to us?"