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

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Qian Ling's eyes were extraordinarily bright, flashing with greed and sickness, "It's not enough."

He leaned in and kissed You Heng's cheek, his figure was reflected in his beautiful and pure eyes, his body was covered with a rich fragrance, his clean, white and tender hands touched the blade, stained with scarlet liquid, he opened his mouth, his rosy lips Not afraid of the fishy smell, rolled it away.

The residual crimson on the lips imprinted on the snow-white skin, like an oil painting with extremely strong colors, the beauty in the painting bewitched him softly.

"Is it just to this extent?"

You Heng stared at this face for a moment, as if everything in the world had faded, and the fragrance kept lingering in his nostrils, which seemed a little different from what he had smelled before.

But as long as he is happy, nothing else matters.

The air was instantly filled with a strong fishy smell, which even overwhelmed the weird aroma.

The scarlet liquid flowed down the arm and fell into the complex engravings on the ground, spreading like a ignited fire wire to the surroundings instantly, lighting up the dark magic circle.

The smile on the face of 'Qian Ling' in front of him gradually enlarged and distorted. He stood up and looked down at You Heng at his feet with a condescending gaze.

You Heng was stunned.

"What's the matter? Go on."

'Qian Ling''s tone was indifferent, even a bit cruel.

This strange sense of disobedience seemed to have been torn open. You Heng looked at the person in front of him, feeling extremely strange, but he couldn't get away from his subconscious that he believed deeply in.

The body seemed to follow his instructions and moved unconsciously.

You Heng raised the sharp blade again, his pupils constricted, he was already aware of all the abnormalities around him, but he couldn't stop his actions.

"You Heng! Wake up!!"

An ethereal voice was like a sharp sword, piercing layers of restrictions and haze. It was like the moonlight that parted the clouds and mist, and fell on the sea surface, illuminating the vast and lonely deep sea.

All You Heng's movements stopped.

And the face of 'Qian Ling' in front of him suddenly became extremely distorted, jumping and flickering like a piece of disordered code, and rushed straight towards him.

You Heng raised the sharp blade in his hand, aimed at this fake product, and slashed fiercely, the entire illusory world was split into two following his movements.

The 'shallow spirit' of his fantasy followed and disappeared into his imaginary world.

You Heng's heart beat wildly.

A moment of loss, bewilderment and luck of escape were intertwined in his mind.

He couldn't believe it, it was such a simple illusion using smell as a medium, and it was impossible for him to be tricked in the usual way, and he almost fell here.

"your hands……"

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

You Heng turned his head quickly, and seeing Qian Ling who had the same appearance as in the dream, his pupils constricted, he grasped the dagger in his hand and swung it forward.

"Do you think I will be cheated again?"

Qian Ling was keenly aware of his emotional instability, and the moment he raised his hand, he quickly backed away like a small animal that predicted disaster in advance.

You Heng's arm was wounded, and his speed was several times slower than usual.

Even so, the blade brushed against Qianling's delicate white neck, and it only needed to be a few centimeters closer to cut open the superficial skin.

Although Qian Ling narrowly escaped an attack from You Heng, he was not an opponent at all.

He fell to the ground in embarrassment, his tailbone hit the hard ground, and the instant pain made Qianling burst into tears.

——Hold the grass, hold the grass, is You Heng crazy?Almost got my baby wife? ! !

——Made him to die, thanks to my dear wife who was the first to rush to save people, is he worthy?He is matched with a hook eight.

——This broken floor is so hard, the baby is in pain so much that tears are coming out, You Heng, I announce that I will withdraw my shares, a dog like you is not worthy of having a wife at all.

……

You Heng didn't give up after the blow failed, but propped himself up, regardless of the bleeding wound on his arm, and wanted to make up for Qian Ling again.

And Qian Ling was originally afraid of pain, and after falling down and hitting his tailbone, the pain was so painful that he couldn't escape it even if he wanted to.

At the moment when the blade struck again, the cool wind blew the hair on Qian Ling's forehead, and he closed his eyes resignedly.

The imaginary pain that followed did not come.

Qian Ling waited for a while, then slowly opened his eyes, only feeling a little moist in front of his eyes, and when he didn't feel it at all, the tears fell down at some point.

And the knife in You Heng's hand was horizontally in front of his eyes, but it seemed to be blocked by some mysterious force, no matter how hard he tried, the knife in his hand couldn't get any closer.

Qian Ling reacted for a few seconds and remembered You Xuan's existence.

But You Heng seemed to be frozen, staring blankly at his face.

"You Heng," Qian Ling raised his hand, and gently held his palm with both hands, the warm body temperature of the palm passed through, "What's wrong with you?"

The knife in You Heng's hand dropped instantly.

He fell to the ground with a bang, and then a strong force encircled Qian Ling into his arms. A strong smell of blood rushed to his face. You Heng completely ignored the wound on his hand, hugging him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Qianling was offline for a few seconds, and under the constant urging of system 663, he recovered from this roller coaster-like turning point.

He hung his hands by You Heng's side, a little at a loss.

And You Heng was like a puppy afraid of losing its owner, hugging him tightly, saying all kinds of sorry words in his mouth, rubbing and sticking on his body.

You Heng buried his head deeply in Qianling's neck, greedily sucking in the faint scent, completely different from the strong and weird smell in the illusion just now.

He only felt that the blood in his body started to flow again when he smelled this faint fragrance, but just now he almost mistakenly thought that the person in front of him was also an illusion in his fantasy, and he actually made a move to hurt the other party.

Thinking of this, You Heng's heart clenched with sadness.

He is nothing but garbage, and only garbage can do such useless behavior.

He should have died in the illusion just now.

While You Heng spat at himself deeply, at the same time he hugged Qian Ling like crazy.

Qian Ling, who was strangled by his excessive enthusiasm and had difficulty breathing, snorted, with a little nasal sound in his voice, "You Heng, I'm not feeling well..."

You Heng gave a complete meal.

He is obviously physically strong, as if his lifeblood was instantly pinched by the weak and helpless Qianling's light words.

He took all the strength out of his body to see if Qian Ling was injured. After checking that there were no obvious wounds, he was still nervous, "What's uncomfortable?"

Qianling's eyelashes are still wet with tears, and the end of his eyes are also red, and the side of his slender and white neck has blood stains rubbed by You Heng's rudeness, there is still a bit of unhide when looking at him fear.

His voice was extremely low, "You did it."