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

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18

After hearing Duan Xingyi's swearing assurance, Qian Ling stared at him blankly.

Then nodded obediently.

Duan Xingyi stood in front of Qianling at a close distance, and he could clearly see the thick and curled eyelashes, with crystal teardrops hanging from them.

Even though he nodded, there was a bit of timidity in his penetrating eyes.

"I'm not fighting anymore."

He lowered his body, moved closer, and slightly narrowed his sharp eyes.

With the smell of gunpowder on his body.

"Don't be afraid of me, okay?"

Looking from the side, Duan Xingyi almost covered Qian Ling in his arms, leaving only a breathing distance.

Qian Ling opened his mouth.

The bright red lips were biting together %2F due to the excessive tension of the teeth, exuding a refreshing aroma like fragrant fruit wine.

Duan Xingyi looked in, his mind was dazed, and he stared at the half-opened lips.

Forgot to even blink.

Before Qian Ling uttered the first syllable, Duan Xingyi had already leaned forward.

He strangled Qianling's cheek.

The boy's protruding blue veins are distributed on the arm bursting with strength, the knuckles are slender, and there are rough and thin calluses on the finger pads.

Pressed on the snow-white cheeks, it seems to form a distinct color.

She was obviously still talking coaxing words last second, why did she suddenly kiss him on the mouth.

Duan Xingyi's kissing skills have not improved at all.

It is always the blood of a fearless young man, unrelentingly releasing his enthusiasm, for fear that the other party will escape.

The strength in the hands is neither light nor heavy.

Qianling's cheeks were reddened by him, like a sunset in the next hour, dotted with thick ink on the clean sky.

"Duan, Duan Xingyi..."

Qian Ling called his name in a low voice, because he was sitting on a chair, he could only hold his head up and look at the boy in front of him with a look of immersion.

Duan Xingyi listened to the thin voice like a cat meowing, as if his heart had been ignored, and he had no intention of stopping at all.

Even though it was not the first time that Duan Xingyi kissed her in public.

The base of the snow-white ears was completely red from the pinna to the neck.

The refresh rate of the barrage in my mind was so shaky that I couldn't see the content clearly, and the oxygen content dropped to a certain level.

The shallow consciousness began to operate in a mess.

Even if he couldn't see the barrage clearly, he could completely imagine what it would be.

These people called him with the most intimate title, comforted him, and liked to see him being bullied.

It's just too annoying.

Qian Ling, who couldn't vent her anger on Duan Xingyi, vented her anger on the bullet screen with red eyes.

[663, help me turn off all the barrage! ]

[Even if you turn off the permission to speak on the barrage, they can still see you being pinned down. 】

Maybe the hand that was originally speaking is idle and will do something else.

663 didn't say anything.

After all, what Qianling looks like now is a pitiful little crystal peas hanging on his face, which will fall off in a second.

It's really not good to make up the knife again.

[I don't care I don't care! 663, you are my little assistant, you insist on facing me! ]

——Wuuuuuu baby is so unfeeling, I don't want to stay in the little black room! !

——It was Duan Gou who sucked you, mommies just take a look, don’t deny yourself, baby! !

——Fearful user 'keep promise' waved his hand, proudly rewarded a skyscraper, and left a message: Don't be angry, Xiaoling is working hard on the task, we have all seen it.

——The fearful user 'Lingjiang is my baby' was so proud that he tipped a spaceship and left a message: I was wrong, baby, can you see me again?

The fancy special effects prompts filled the narrow screen, followed one after another, covering the rapidly brushing barrage.

These are all reward items in the horror game live broadcast room.

The cheap ones include small items such as flowers and batteries, which only cost a few yuan to dozens of yuan.

And like skyscrapers, spaceships, etc., such props are exclusive to local tyrants, and the price is tens of thousands of casually.

But for Qian Ling.

He didn't understand these rewards, how much money they represented, or what effect they could have in the dungeon.

He just felt that, finally, for one time, this group of pointing people could finally be deflated.

hum.

I couldn't help but jump for joy.

[Do you still want to ban all members? 】

[certainly! ]

Amid the wailing of the audience, the full screen of barrage was cleared by the system 663.

[Okay, the barrage speech has been closed. 】

Without the interfering barrage, Qian Ling's attention returned to Duan Xingyi in front of him again.

this person...

Why haven't you finished kissing yet?

Perhaps it was the courage she found from the audience just now, Qian Ling frowned, and raised her hand to push Duan Xingyi's face that was close at hand.

Push the person outward with the palm of your hand.

Duan Xingyi finally moved, stepped back a few inches, and let go of Qian Ling who was blushing.

Qianling breathed heavily with his mouth open, his eyes were like lingering waves, and the corners of his mouth were like a sandy beach soaked in sea water.

Every mouthful of hot breath carried a rich sweetness that has been entangled and repeatedly crushed.

Duan Xingyi pressed his Adam's apple and swallowed.

Qianling couldn't even breathe evenly, and the boy's breath came over again.

"No more!"

Qian Ling raised her hand to block herself, "Duan Xingyi, I'm going to be angry."

But his hands were too small, the trembling eyelashes and the bewilderment in his eyes were still clearly captured by Duan Xingyi.

He smacked Qianling's words carefully.

This kind of warning doesn't even have the slightest deterrent effect.

What was used to resist him was just ten slender fingers spread out.

There are various paints left over from graffiti.

Red, yellow, and purple paints were scattered on the snow-white fingertips and the back of the hand.

Duan Xingyi lowered his body.

The proud and sharp blade-like body contains powerful energy, which can cut through the darkness and usher in the dawn.

now.

With the most gentle and humble attitude, he is reluctantly depicting the most precious graffiti in the world.

Cold touch touched his fingers.

Qianling's eyelashes trembled violently, and she couldn't help curling her fingers.

It was like some kind of large dog meeting its owner.

When excited, it swings its big fluffy tail uncontrollably, and when excited, it will circle around its owner.

When the owner stretches out his hand, he will take the initiative to rub it over.

As it is now-

"Shallow Spirit."

An extremely restrained, icy voice, almost gnashing his teeth, penetrated the noisy activity room and interrupted all his thoughts.

Qian Ling raised his head blankly.

Looking along the source of the sound, Bai Jing stood at the door at some point.

His hands at his side clenched tightly into fists.

The light source behind him cut his cold face into two sides, one half was hidden in the darkness, and the other half was staring straight at him.

Precisely.

Bai Jing stared at Qian Ling's finger kissed by Duan Xingyi.

"you're back."

Qian Ling didn't notice his abnormal emotions, but felt a little embarrassed to be bumped into this kind of scene.

Bai Jing stepped up and approached.

The surrounding patients watched this unruly newcomer warily.

This kind of hard stubble should not be taken lightly.

The atmosphere in the activity room was tense to a peak, and it was always on the verge of breaking out of order.

Bai Jing pursed her lips tightly, stopped in front of Duan Xingyi, and said coldly:

"You kissed him again."

Duan Xingyi chuckled, with irrepressible contempt.

"Yeah, when you were away, I touched him, touched him, and kissed him mouth to mouth."

Duan Xingyi straightened up, pressing his angry eyebrows, "What can you do?"

The invisible smoke of gunpowder circulated between the two.

He is not afraid of any provocation, and even more hates when someone robs him of his beloved treasure.

Such people.

Just need to get rid of it.

[The author has something to say: Qian Ling: There are two pets at home, one is a dog and the other is a dog.

They are dogs that compete for their owner's attention.

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