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

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Qian Ling was taken aback, and asked casually, "If others have it, wouldn't you eat it?"

Shao Cheng: "..."

Still can eat.

It's just not that happy.

Qian Ling said: "You can eat, I only cook for you, they are already full."

Although Shao Cheng's expression was still indifferent, a bit of real joy flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, as if his mood improved following his words.

He was holding the chopsticks, and if someone else was cooking for him, Shao Cheng would not have even looked at him, but now——

Shao Cheng raised his eyes slightly, and met Shang Qianling's expectant gaze, shining brightly, like some kind of innocent little animal without a city.

Under Qian Ling's gaze, Shao Cheng took a bite.

The taste of the noodles is very bland, and you can't taste the salt after one bite, Shao Cheng said: "Did you not add salt?"

"what?"

Qian Ling was stunned for a few seconds to think about it, and then he recalled that he asked Pei Zijing to guide him, and he was in a hurry at that time, and even missed the most critical salt.

Pei Zijing also forgot?

"...Okay, I seem to have forgotten." Qian Ling's ears were hot, and she whispered guiltyly: "Then don't eat—"

However, Shao Cheng didn't stop his chopsticks, and ate the noodles that faded away, as if he was eating some delicacies from mountains and seas.

As expected of an actor, he actually felt a little greedy watching Qian Ling who was already full.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Shao Cheng used his actions to give Qian Ling the greatest confidence, "It's delicious, remember to add salt next time to make it even better."

Barrage:

[That was made by my wife, not to mention that I forgot to put salt, even if the whole bowl is full of salt, I will eat it! ]

[Can I have the soup base?Hyun my mouth thank you. ]

[You all want to eat the dishes cooked by your wife, but I am different, I just want to eat my wife! ]

[Shao Gougou is too happy, I am so sour! ]

……

Qian Ling returned to the kitchen with an empty bowl, and Pei Zijing had such an expression.

"I just said, as long as you cook it, even if it's dark food, he will eat it all."

Qian Ling washed the dishes and put them aside in the disinfection cabinet, "Why didn't you ask me to put salt?"

Pei Zijing's expression paused, and he looked away somewhat unnaturally, "Didn't you let it go? Maybe you forgot it."

I should have known more salt.

He wouldn't even mind writing down the periodic table if the law allowed it.

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After the breakfast session, everyone took a short break.

Afternoon nap is a must-have item for Qianling.

Since having a nightmare last night, Qian Ling summoned her little spirit beast again, presenting it in an invisible state to the outside world.

He always feels that as long as there are spirit beasts around, he will feel at ease.

The little spirit beast rubbed Qianling's fingers affectionately, then got into his arms skillfully, found the most comfortable angle to roll up, and shook its furry ears.

Pei Zijing lay down from the other side of the bed, "Do you still want me to hug you to sleep?"

Qian Ling shook her head, "I troubled you yesterday, but I don't need it today, I won't have nightmares."

After speaking, he turned over, leaving only the back of Pei Zijing's heartless head, and fell asleep lying on his side like this.

Pei Zijing who was ready to hug someone: "..."

The drawn curtains cut out the daylight, and the room gradually became quiet, except for the sound of even breathing.

From the crack of the door not far away, a thick dark liquid trickled in, slowly turning into two figures, one large and one small.

"Dad... Dad, the baby is looking for a father... Can you be my father?"

The little ghost was holding the mother beside him, the black mist on his body was heavier, and the resentment was concentrated on him, and the mother beside him was more like a lifeless marionette.

They slowly approached the only big bed in the room.

Qian Ling slept deeply, her ankle, half of which fell outside the quilt, was clean and thin, with light blue blood vessels faintly visible.

The little ghost baby stretched out his hand, his dark eyes were full of longing, and when his dirty little hand was about to touch the white and clean ankle, a white shadow suddenly jumped out.

"Ouch-"

The spirit beast bit off a section of the imp's finger with its fangs, and it fell to the ground, crunching and chewing, and the dark black blood stained the snow-like fur.

The round eyes narrowed into narrow strips at the moment, and the sharp pupils of the eyes shone with the excitement of hunting.

"Ahhh!! Mom! It hurts... Mom. The baby hurts!"

The kid let out a sharp and ear-piercing cry, and the blood from his severed finger dripped onto the floor.

The resentment on the woman who was holding the little ghost suddenly soared, she let out a miserable and bitter cry, and her nails grew several centimeters in an instant, "Don't, don't bully my baby."

The female ghost does not care about her own safety and stands in front of the little ghost. Is this really great maternal love?

The little ghost let out a loud laugh from behind.

"Mothers want to protect babies, mom, protect me now."

The female ghost pounced on it, but was dodged by the agile spirit beast, and she attacked Qian Ling on the bed.

But before she touched the corner of the bed, she was knocked down by the little beast that jumped up. The spirit beast opened its mouth and bit her torso.

"Ah!! Baby, save mom..."

The female ghost tried her best to shake off the spirit beast from her body, but the sharp fangs had already penetrated deeply into her arm.

Raise your hands and look into the distance.

I saw that little devil standing in the distance, his eyes didn't show any distress, his gray and childish face was full of disgust, he said in a low voice: "Mom can't protect the baby, why can't she protect the baby."

His face sank suddenly, and his voice was harsh as if a sharp stone was being scraped against the glass.

"I don't want a mother who can't protect the baby."

His voice was accompanied by the female ghost's terrified scream, "No, no, I am mother, I can protect the baby—"

Her voice fell, as if something had pinched her throat forcibly, and her entire head fell to the ground at an extremely twisted angle. She stared at the extremely vicious little devil with her big eyes of fear.

The kid sneered and turned into a puddle of blood, which flowed out through the crack of the door. Accompanied by his dark laughter,

"The baby is going to find a new mother..."

The spirit beast glanced coldly at the direction of the door, lowered its head, and cleaned up the remaining female ghost, whose white fur was stained with blood.

It jumped onto the bedside cabinet and licked and licked off the dirt on its body little by little with its tongue.

Qianling fell asleep for a long time.

Perhaps it was an excessive sense of security that made him not even know when Pei Zijing went out, and it was already afternoon when he woke up again.

He sat up ignorantly.

The spirit beast was sleeping on the bedside table, its fur seemed to be stained with red.

Has something happened?

After Qian Ling washed up briefly, she walked out of the room, only to find that the recording of the show had been suspended and all the cameramen had disappeared.

Did he oversleep?

When Qian Ling was going downstairs, she ran into Shao Cheng who just came out of the room. The other party looked completely calm, and Qian Ling's flustered feeling was relieved a lot.

"Did you oversleep too?" Qian Ling whispered, "I don't see any cameramen around, let's go down quickly. We shouldn't be scolded for playing big cards."

Shao Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Us?"

Qian Ling smiled softly, "I made a mistake, I should be playing the big game, because you are the big one."

The two walked back and forth to the first floor.

The recording in Qian Ling's imagination was different. The people coming and going were hospital personnel. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly grabbed a nurse, "What happened?"

The nurse was a little impatient at first, but after seeing that it was Qian Ling who grabbed him, her expression eased a lot.

"There was an artist who was under too much pressure. He yelled that he saw something unclean. He refused to listen to anyone's persuasion and was prone to violence. So the program team notified us to come over."

There were chaotic footsteps on the stairs, and several men in protective uniforms held Bai Fumei in the middle, with paint on her face and arms, which she scratched with her fingernails.

Bai Fumei kept muttering: "Don't come here, don't come here! I'm not your mother!"

Several people worked together to press Bai Fumei on the sofa, and plunged the prepared needle water into her arm.

Only then did Bai Fumei, who had been irritable and restless, calm down slowly, folded her arms, and shrunk herself into a ball. There was no external injury on her body, but she kept muttering.

"Help me, I have a big hole in my stomach."

Following them was another male star, his face was also ugly, and he was obviously frightened.

Bai Fumei's manager hurriedly asked: "What happened, what did you do to her? How did you suddenly become like this?"

The questioned male star frowned, "What do you mean? What can I do to her? So many cameras are filming, what dare I do to her?"

camera? !

As if waking up from a dream, everyone rushed to find a video recorder. They didn't expect that the cameras during this period seemed to have malfunctioned collectively. They only recorded the sound, but the picture was completely black.

Only Bai Fumei's screams and weeping were heard in the background, saying those few words over and over again.

The medical staff on the side said: "It may be that the recent pressure is too much, which leads to mental disorders and hallucinations."

"No, it's not a hallucination!" Bai Fumei, who was curled up on the sofa, covered her ears, trembling with fear, "There really is a ghost, he came out of my stomach, and called my mother..."

The medical staff discussed with her agent, "Her condition is very serious, it is best to suspend all work and take a good rest for a while."

The agent said: "But she has never had a history of mental illness before. Could it be that something is really wrong?"

But the saying that there is a ghost coming out of the stomach is too unreliable...

"Why, why don't you believe what I said?" Bai Fumei was about to go crazy, "He will really kill me!"

"Don't worry,"

A white hand held a warm water glass and handed it to her, Qian Ling said: "Drink some water first."

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Bai Fumei grabbed the cup, "You believe what I say, right?"

Qian Ling vaguely remembered that dream, the kid who kept calling his father, and nodded slightly.