The happy daily life of routine sea king

"Come and see, come and see, there is a fight in the live broadcast room!"

"Could it be acting..."

"Aren't you afraid of being banned if you are so strict and dare to fight to gain attention?"

"I don't know who this anchor is."

In just a few minutes, more than [-] people crowded into the live broadcast room of "Buyugui", a small anchor with only [-] followers on "Fuguang Video".

"Ding dong, congratulations to the host for entering the regional hour list..."

Listening to the notification tone of the rising popularity of the live broadcast room from the mobile phone, Ling Yugui gave a wry smile.

A few hours ago, he was worried about how to attract people, but now he doesn't have to worry about it.

His eyes turned to the six or seven young people who surrounded him, and the smell of alcohol came from them, staring straight at him.

It was just a punishment for losing PK with other anchors. Who knew it was almost two o'clock in the morning, and he could run into a group of unreasonable drunks in an old residential area.

After what he said to the audience was heard by the other party, several people surrounded him cursing.

"Hey, is this still an Internet celebrity?"

"Hey, what a broken anchor, internet celebrity, my ex-girlfriend ran with an internet celebrity..."

The man whose grief was brought up viciously punched the wall.

"The big anchor wears this clothes, he must be a human monster, hahaha!"

Another person brazenly laughed at Ling Yugui's suspender nightdress that he put on over his T-shirt because of the punishment rules.

Ling Yugui gritted his teeth, and secretly pointed the camera at several people.

If something happens, you can leave a proof.

"Brother, if you have something to say..." Ling Yugui laughed along, but was rudely interrupted by the man who was angry that his girlfriend had been snatched away.

"Hmph!" He took out a wooden stick out of nowhere, and completely regarded Ling Yu as an imaginary enemy, "I'll see how you compare with me today!"

Ling Yu's heart sank, the other party didn't intend to be kind, and the bad thing was that there was a wall behind him, and there was nowhere to run.

He had no choice but to prepare for a tough fight, and secretly clenched his fists.

Before he could figure out how to deal with it, the man with the stick rushed over.

It may be because he was drunk, but his movements were not fast. Ling Yugui dodged and dodged, followed by a powerful uppercut. on the ground.

Wow, Ling Yugui waved his hand, he didn't expect his fist to be so powerful.

He played well, but he also completely angered the man's companion.

"Fuck, are you looking for a fight!"

"Let's go up together and see how arrogant he is!"

A group of people became angry, and even their eyes were red.

No matter how drunk they were, they were surrounded and beaten. Ling Yugui managed to escape a few punches, and soon he was only expected to be beaten. The live broadcast room was filled with yelling and muffled punches.

Although the audience can't see clearly, the sound can still be heard.

Many people don't know the ins and outs, and they talk about everything in the chat.

"Can someone tell me what this is looking at?"

"Acting nmsl, the official title is coming soon!"

"This anchor is quite handsome..."

Of course there are well-meaning people, but unfortunately no one knows the exact location of Ling Yugui.

"Would you like to call the police?"

"I called 110, does anyone know where the host is?"

Ling Yugui defended his vitals with all his might, dizzy and dizzy, and he was beaten countless times. At first, the pain was unbearable, but as time went by, the stinging feeling gradually disappeared.

The whole person seemed to have dived into the deep seabed, in a trance, out of breath, and his consciousness drifted to nowhere.

Under the influence of alcohol, the group of people didn't notice Ling Yugui's strangeness, and the pure venting shouts and curses spread far in the silent night.

On the side of the road, a pile of broken paper shells that no one would pay attention to trembled and stretched out a hand.

"Noisy!"

With a murmur of dissatisfaction, the paper shells were scattered on the ground, revealing a disheveled and unshaven face, and the carelessly drooping eyelids trembled and opened extremely impatiently.

His face was originally half black and not yellow, and was so dirty that he couldn't see his facial features clearly. When he opened his eyes, he revealed a pair of beautiful eyes that shone brighter than the stars in the night sky. Exciting.

The man stood up, tall and tall. The long-sleeved shirt that could not see his true colors was tightly wrapped around his body. His muscular chest and arms did not look like someone who had been wandering the streets for a long time.

He stretched his waist, and walked in the direction of the sound without haste.

The sound of yelling and beating was getting closer, and he soon saw a crowd gathered.

The chaotic scene did not scare the man away. He crossed his arms, as if talking to himself, and said with a touch of anger: "Is the fight over?"

His voice was not loud, but it miraculously attracted the vigorous drunks. They all looked over, and one of them arrogantly gestured his middle finger: "Your father is teaching people, so get out!"

The man was indifferent to the insult, and asked indifferently: "Are you still arguing?"

"roll roll roll!"

The man smacked his lips and didn't speak anymore, but walked straight forward.

The drunks looked at each other in surprise, and at the same time threw away the person who had lost the ability to resist under their feet, and surrounded the person who was looking for a beating.

The man shook his right hand, which was a little numb due to the pressure of his sleeping position, and his pace was still unhurried.

The place is so big, the two sides quickly engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and there was only a muffled sound. Before the people next to them could react, the person walking in the front had already fallen to the ground, unconscious.

No one could see when the man made the shot. When their brains were still deciding between running and hitting, the man's fist had already reached their faces.

The fight came suddenly and ended quickly.

In less than a minute, only this man who appeared out of nowhere was left standing.

His right arm was scratched, and the blood left fresh marks on the dirty sleeve. He didn't care, but looked around, as if he was not very satisfied with the performance of the few people.

Noticing the unconscious Ling Yugui, the man's nose moved slightly, and a strange and excited expression appeared on his face.

It seems that a naughty child has seen an ant nest.

He bent down and removed Ling Yugui's hand that was protecting his head and face.

Under the dim light, the man with his eyes closed was wearing a neat crew cut, and his young face had three-dimensional features and a heroic appearance.

The bruise on his forehead seems to be a medal of merit that proves his masculinity. Instead of being obtrusive, it matches the man's slightly ruffian appearance very well.

With such a face, the suspender skirt wrapped around his body is full of funny effects.

The man stared at Ling Yugui, almost leaning towards his face, brushed his dirty fingers across Ling Yugui's cheek, and lifted his chin lightly.

Ling Yugui still didn't wake up, his passively raised face and lips were half parted, subtly revealing a trace of undefended fragility.

The man's hand went down to explore, and stopped for a while when it reached the Adam's apple, and then began to slap Ling Yugui's face fiercely.

This force was not as strong as his beating, but it was definitely enough to wake someone up.

Ling Yugui woke up quickly, but his head seemed to be more dizzy than before. He felt something slapping his face. He thought it was the group of people just now, and said weakly: "Don't, don't hit me. It's..."

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Ling Yugui's vision gradually became clear.

The young people had disappeared without a trace. The person in front of him had disheveled hair and unshaven beard, and an unpleasant smell penetrated his nostrils, making him tremble.

The man stopped beating, supported his head and looked at it: "You are bleeding, I will take you to the hospital."

His voice didn't match his scruffy appearance, it was soft with a hint of laziness.

Ling Yugui was still in a dazed state, but was pulled up from the ground by a strong force.

"Pain, pain, pain..." Ling Yugui yelled unbearably as he might have touched the wound, his body that was about to stand up went limp, and he was about to fall back.

Just when Ling Yugui thought he was going to throw a dog and eat shit, he was hugged by a pair of strong arms.

Staring blankly at the swaying night sky above, it took Ling Yugui a while to realize that he was hugged by a man and princess?

When the two came under the bright streetlight, Ling Yugui noticed the fresh blood on the man's arm and the torn sleeve, and paused: "Are you injured?"

"It's okay," the man walked steadily, "mine isn't as bad as yours."

His tone was calm, but Ling Yugui clearly knew the danger at that time.

This man rescued him from so many hands.

Under the dual effects of emotion and pain, Ling Yugui's nose began to feel sore.

He looked up at the other party, originally wanted to thank him, but was overwhelmed by what he saw.

From this angle of death, all that can be seen is the man's jaw and half of his face.

Ling Yugui dared to swear that just the man's jaw line, which has not been edited by any filter, can defeat 90.00%, no, 90.00% of the good-looking anchors on the live broadcast platform.

Not to mention his slender neck and his straight and handsome nose even when looking up...

If it didn't deviate too much from the image of a straight man, Ling Yugui would almost want to blow his nostrils together.

Just when his eyes were filled with astonishment, the man suddenly lowered his head, their eyes collided, and Ling Yugui's mind went blank for an instant.

This person's face was far more beautiful than he imagined, especially his pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with all the touching emotions in the world, looking straight into his heart.

The stains and stubble on his face seemed to be deliberate make-up for performance. It didn't look like an ordinary tramp's dirty and dog-like feeling, but it had a bit more decadent charm.

"You've been looking at me...do you look good?"

The man's gentle voice sounded, making Ling Yugui tremble.

Of course what frightened him was that the nymphomaniac was discovered by the client, and he still had staring eyes at a same-sex person.

Ling Yugui didn't think that with the other person's good looks, any man who was embraced by his princess would perform much better than himself, but for the sake of face, he absolutely couldn't admit this.

At least not now.

So he frowned pretending to be annoyed: "Brother, don't be so narcissistic, okay, I've been beaten like this, and I still have the mood to look at you?"

The man didn't answer immediately, but just watched him quietly, Ling Yugui no longer dared to look directly at him, his eyes were lowered, his whole body was as stiff as a board because of embarrassment.

After a while, the man seemed to be talking to himself and said: "It makes sense..."

He didn't go on talking, Ling Yugui couldn't help but secretly raised his eyes, there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

Ling Yugui still wanted to say something, but a wave of dizziness struck again.

As soon as his eyes went dark, he didn't know anything.