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

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Qian Ling's skin was delicate, and the strange touch caused itching on the skin, which made him subconsciously want to stay away and escape.

And the hot big hand stepped ahead of him, pressed his waist, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't move around, it's not healed yet."

Qian Ling could only hum in a muffled voice.

The corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were dyed with a layer of vivid pink, like a delicate red plum blooming in the white snow, sparkling sparkles in his eyes.Hiding under the broken hair, the tips of the ears are red and small.

The look of being wronged and about to cry is even more unbearable.

Qian Ling could only bite her lower lip as hard as she could to keep silent, but the slight trembling in her body was uncontrollable.

At this moment, there were a few more footsteps outside the fitting room.

"Huh? Where's Qianling? Isn't he here?" Pei Zijing's voice.

Wen Bo looked towards the fitting room, "Is it in?"

Qian Ling in the fitting room was taken aback, the clothes he had changed were being pushed at his feet indiscriminately, his bare feet, and his snow-white toes were curled up slightly because of nervousness.

And Shao Cheng who was behind him didn't seem to hear the movement at all, his eyes stayed on him without any deviation, and his fingertips shuttled between the laces.

The dresser said: "Yes, I just gave him the clothes, and Shao Cheng went in to help him tidy them up."

"Shaocheng?"

Pei Zijing stared, isn't this just sending sheep to the tiger's mouth?

He looked at the fitting room in the corner. Under the cover of a short curtain, a pair of slender feet stepped on the messy trousers. Behind him were neat boots and trousers. The picture was one dark and one shallow. Inexplicably charming.

Pei Zijing approached the fitting room. As the footsteps approached, Qian Ling became extremely nervous. He looked at the thin curtain.

A bony hand grasped one corner.

"Qian Ling, have you changed? How about I go in and help you?"

"Not yet!"

Pei Zijing's hand that lifted the curtain was pressed down by a thin, hot hand. Because of the force, his fingertips turned slightly white, and the strength was really not enough.

The wrist is white and slender, and can be easily wrapped with one hand.

Pei Zijing said patiently: "Shaocheng, are you capable or not? If you can't help, just give up your seat."

As soon as his words fell, the curtain was lifted from the inside.

After seeing Qianling's shape clearly, Pei Zijing forgot to speak for a moment, his eyes were full of surprise.

Qian Ling is wearing a rich dark purple dress, the texture of the suede is noble and has a hint of arrogance, he is a rare treasure wrapped.

The lace design perfectly exposed his slender waist, and his snow-white skin was like delicate panna cotta, which could be broken with a poke.

The villain's costume is too eye-catching on Qian Ling's body. If there is such a beautiful stepmother, the magic mirror is probably blind, so she doesn't think she is the most beautiful person in the world.

Seeing that they were not talking, Qian Ling looked at Shao Cheng next to him helplessly, "Isn't it a bit strange, or I'd better go change the clothes back—"

"No, it looks great." Shao Cheng said.

Pei Zijing, who was dumbfounded, also reacted, and quickly said: "The prince must like the princess, can I like the stepmother?"

The audience said:

[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow ]

[What should I do if the three views follow the five senses? It's really hard not to love such a stepmother! ]

[Does this waist really exist?Shashaha. ]

[With such a stepmother, what about the princess, I love the stepmother! ]

……

The costumer came up quickly and was very satisfied after looking around, "This is the best-looking artist I have ever seen wearing this suit. Do you think it doesn't fit well?"

"chest……"

Qianling lowered his head and whispered.

After all, it was a dress, with a wide open neckline and a slightly loose flat chest. If you did something like bending over, you should see it, and you shouldn't see it, it would be photographed.

That shy and cute appearance almost melted the heart of the costume designer, and he patted his chest to assure, "No problem, I'll just ask someone to change it."

Only then did Qian Ling change out of her clothes and put back on her loose casual clothes, feeling a lot more comfortable all over her body.

He has few lines, so he doesn't need to remember much.

So he went out and walked around, planning to help the staff prepare the big props used in the play.

In the room where props are piled up, there are all kinds of sundries, and the props waiting to be colored are piled up together.

When the busy and overwhelmed staff saw him, their eyes lit up. There is nothing more exciting than seeing a beauty in fatigue.

"I'm here to help. Do these need to be colored?" Qian Ling picked up the prop tree in the corner.

"Yes, but we'll do it ourselves."

The staff was a little uneasy about the unprecedented thing of asking guests to help, after all, most artists are relatively expensive.

But Qianling didn't care at all, and skillfully picked up the paint on the side with a brush, "Aren't you also short of people, just because I don't have much to do."

"This, well, then please."

The staff can only pray that Qianling is not here to trouble them.

Qianling was lying on the ground, holding a big brush in his hand. Coloring is easy for an art student like him, but his hands are a little raw, and the speed of coloring is relatively slow.

The staff who came back from a busy circle found that Qian Ling was still sitting on the ground.

He didn't seem to notice anyone approaching at all, a little green paint was stained on the side of his snow-white cheeks, his hands were busy, and his concentration was somewhat cute.

When they got closer, they were shocked.

The big props that had already been colored were lined up on the window sill to dry, and the big props in Qian Ling's hands were half painted. No matter in terms of color matching and coloring skills, they all surpassed their own level .

Putting them together with the ones painted by Qianling, it is the difference between artwork and garbage.

A staff member couldn't help exclaiming, "This is too powerful!"

Only then did Qian Ling raise her head, and smiled lightly, her sapphire-like eyes revealed a color more beautiful than paint, "You are done with your work, I still have some left over here."

"Qian Ling, you are my god!" A young boy said, "Can I take these home and store them after the performance?"

"No, don't fight me."

"There are so many, what are you grabbing for? Anyway, I want Qian Ling to have this one now, can you sign me again?"

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Unlike the lively and relaxed atmosphere on their side, the leading actors who were rehearsing on the stage were speechless.

Pei Zijing held the script and recited those boring lines with no expression on his face. He said words that were obviously full of love, but he said them coldly.

Pei Zijing lowered his body and frowned tightly when he approached An Qing.

It's not like kissing a princess, it's more like going to war.

"Card."

Wen Bo stopped shouting, he was wearing a funny dwarf costume, but his expression was still serious, "What are you doing? Your relatives suffer as much as you do?"

Pei Zijing stared at him: "It's easy for you to say, how about you replace me?"

Wen Bo: "..."

Thanks, but don't have to.

"Take a break, everyone is tired." Shao Cheng said.

An Qing, who was lying on the bed of props, sat up and walked out of the rehearsal room. A trace of jealousy and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He walked to the toilet and closed the door of the cubicle.

"Didn't you say you would help me?"

His voice was cold and ruthless, not at all soft and innocent in front of others.

And from An Qing's back, there was a strong yin energy, and the little ghost in the black mist gradually transformed into a human form, which was even more powerful than the one a few days ago.

"Mom...does the baby make mother unhappy?"

An Qing took half a step forward, leaning against the wooden board of the compartment.

He has always relied on the help of others to pass the dungeon. As for whether it is a living npc or a dead kid, as long as it is useful, it is enough.

An Qing said coldly: "You have absorbed the energy of so many staff members, so it won't be useless at all."

"Mother……"

The little ghost stretched out his short fingers, trying to grab An Qing's trousers, but was dodged.

An Qing said: "If you can't help me, I won't be your mother anymore."

"Baby...baby is useful." The little ghost clung to it like a baby bird, and said in a stiff voice: "Baby can help mother."

A gleam of jealousy flashed in An Qing's eyes, and he clutched the hem of his clothes with both hands, "Then I'll be prettier than Qian Ling, so that everyone can only look at me."

The kid didn't speak for a long time.

An Qing said: "You can't even do this, can you?"

But I really can't do it.

He didn't see many people when he died, and Qian Ling was already the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and he didn't know how to make a more beautiful face.

An Qing was so angry that his teeth were itching, and his fingernails scratched bloodstains on the palm of his hand, "Then I want his face, can it be done?"

The little ghost was silent for a while, looking a little embarrassed, "There are things around him that the baby dare not approach, but there is no way out, Mom, do you really want his face?"

"Correct."

It was because of Qian Ling's appearance that he took away his gaze, even Wu Hao was fascinated by him.

All of this originally belonged to him.

As long as he has that face, no one will despise him again.

Just as An Qing opened the door triumphantly, when he raised his head, he met a pair of dark eyes that he had never thought of.

"you……"

The figure leaning against the door stood up straight and approached with leisurely steps, "I didn't expect you to be able to accept this brat."

An Qing frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"Stop pretending," the other person said calmly, "Let's make a deal. I can let you replace Qian Ling and use his face, but the premise is that you will play him obediently and not let anyone find out."

An Qing was puzzled: "Why did you help me?"

The other side chuckled lightly, "Because then I can monopolize him forever."

"No, I don't need to cooperate with you."

An Qing pretended to leave from the side, but just as he took a step, he felt a cold wind blowing his bones, forcing him to stop.

The opposite person raised his chin slightly, his eyes flashed coldly, "You seem to have misunderstood, I didn't want to cooperate with you."

An Qing froze in place.

The little ghost flinched, and under the great pressure, it was almost impossible to maintain its human form completely. It turned into a thin mist, and cried out in pain and ferociously: "Mom... the baby hurts so much!!"

An Qing's face was pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood from his throat.

He and the little ghost are bound as one, as long as one party is hurt, it will be reflected on the other party at the same time.

Just when he could hardly breathe, the terrifying pressure suddenly disappeared.

An Qing fell to the ground with all his strength.

That voice came from the top of your head coldly, "Promise me, it's your only choice."

"I, I understand, I will do as you ask."