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

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The man in front smiled, in addition to the coldness and malice in the smile, there was an indescribable special emotion, he raised his hand, the rough touch of his fingertips touched Qianling's lips, and pressed down slightly.

There was a soft and waxy arc on the soft and bright red lips.

The corners of Qianling's eyes were faintly rosy.

"Tell that guy not to show up on his own, really damn it."

"You yourself have given me a lot of opportunities, haven't you?" Qian Ling said, "Every time you let me go, it represents an additional risk of being discovered."

"You're smarter than I thought,"

Rough fingertips rubbed his bright red lips, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened a little.

"I've let you off so many times, shouldn't you be grateful to me?"

"No. It's you who should be guilty of your own guilt. They're all innocent..."

Qian Ling's pupils shrunk.

The boy in front of him suddenly tightened his hand holding his waist, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and interrupted his words, "So what if you know? This game is not over yet—"

The boy took another step forward, making the originally narrow space even more cramped.

Qian Ling was trapped by the boy's arm and the wall behind him, sitting on the table, with his calf weakly stepping on the chair, the force was uneven, which made him unable to lift himself up.

"I just need to get rid of you and continue the game."

Qianling's eyelashes trembled.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the pattering raindrops stayed on the glass, intertwining with the foggy sky outside the window to form a picture. The sound of the raindrops falling hit the ears of the two, adding the most natural background music to the room.

On the surface, Qianling still pretended to confront the boy, but actually asked 663 for help in her heart and the system.

If I go offline now, does it count as completing half of the task of this dungeon?

Although he didn't survive, at least he has found out the real 'king' behind this. Calculated by percentage, can there be 50%?

System 663: [The requirement for customs clearance is to successfully survive and find out the real 'king', which is the basic condition for customs clearance.Then there are the degree of plot exploration and the degree of physical wear and tear, which represent the clearance rating.

If the basic conditions are not met, it can only be regarded as a copy failure, and no rewards will be obtained. 】

How is this?

Qian Ling lowered her eyelids, unable to conceal the disappointment in her eyes.

It's like studying hard for a month, only to be informed that the exam will be cancelled, and all the previous efforts will be in vain. This feeling is very aggrieved.

System 663: [You can try to temporarily sum up with the 'King', he has a relatively high degree of favorability for you. 】

Sue?

Even if it is temporarily, it is very difficult to sue for peace with a big boss of the dungeon that kills without blinking an eye?

System 663: [It is recommended to use your own advantages, the beauty that other players cannot achieve. 】

What kind of advantage is this?

Do you really want him to...

Qian Ling caught a glimpse of the fast-flying barrage.

——Beauty trap!Beauty trap!

——There is no dog man who can resist the sssss-level beauty of Fear Tour.I bet for a second, he will be hungry.

——Ahhhhh, is this really something I can watch?Is this really something I can watch for free?

——Baby, what are you hesitating about?It's come to this point, act coquettishly with him, kiss and stick to him.

……

Qian Ling's ears covered under his hair turned red instantly, and he stammered: What kind of method is this! ?

Moreover, he won't act like a baby...

—Aha, wife, what are you talking about?Among the boys I've seen, no one can act like a baby better than you. Looking at your current state, you feel so wronged that people want to tease you.

——Tell a joke, Qian Ling said that she can't act like a baby.

——With the beauty of a baby, there is no need to kiss and post it at all. Believe it or not, a normal person will post it if my wife throws two glances at her.

……

how can that be.

Qian Ling took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm.

Although the method they said is a bit difficult to implement, let's try it once. After all, this dungeon made him work hard for such a long time for the college entrance examination questions.

The boy kept staring at Qianling's face.

Suddenly, the young man in front of him raised his thick eyelashes, and his innocent and innocent eyes, shining like a deer, hit his heart, like a small hook, something was gently moved.

The boy's hands became stronger and stronger, tightly holding Qian Ling's slender waist, almost pressing Qian Ling's whole body into the narrow corner.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down in a circle, and the slight swallowing sound was mixed with the pattering rain outside the window.

In the classroom of the two alone.

He looked at the blush in the corner of Qian Ling's eyes almost greedily, and a certain thought in his heart became more and more intense.

want to kiss him.

"Do you want me to die? Shen Linchuan...'s brother."

Qian Ling asked softly, probably because he was too nervous, his voice tremblingly sent into the boy's ears mixed with a sweet breath.

His words were like igniting the fuse of explosives.

The boy couldn't help lowering his head, biting his long-cherished lips heavily, his breathing was quick and heavy, like a traveler in the desert, after searching for a long time, he finally found a sweet spring, greedily and without a bottom line .

He clasped Qianling's chin with one hand, and his breath was filled with the lingering smell of each other.

Qian Ling sat on the table with her legs bent and her back leaning against the wall of the classroom.

The other party was standing, a lot taller than him.

He would only passively raise his head and let the other person move, but this time, unlike the dark reference room, he could clearly see the other person's face.

The thin and distant eyebrows, the narrow and smooth double eyelids, the high nose bridge, and the unreserved primitive desire%2F%2C in the dark eyes are all reflected in his shadow.

The boy looked at the beautiful boy in front of him almost infatuatedly, wanting to put him in his eyes, even in his heart.

He kissed urgently and heavily, as if he wanted to melt Qian Ling into every trace of his blood and cells, so as to respond to the continuous and strong screams in his body.

He was already very close, but he just wanted to get closer.

Much more than that.

Qianling's strength seemed to be emptied in an instant, he was powerless to resist all the opponent's movements, and could only raise his head obediently, feeling the urgent action of the opponent.

There was the sound of pattering rain in the classroom, and there was another lingering sound, intertwined and entangled, like a ball of tangled wool, the beginning of which could not be traced.

But no matter how many times she has experienced it, Qianling seems to never learn to kiss, her movements are jerky, and even the most basic breathing can be left behind her head.

His head became more and more chaotic due to lack of oxygen.

Qianling almost couldn't tell where she was, as if she was dreaming, and the faces of the people in front of her gradually became blurred and overlapped.

He stepped back slightly.

This subtle movement was keenly captured by the person in front of him. The boy clasped his shoulders hard to prevent him from leaving, and kissed his lips eagerly again.

Qian Ling has no power to fight back.

The power gap between him and the opponent is definitely not as simple as he thought.

Qian Ling was almost pressed on the table by the other party, surrounded by this small and narrow space, the hand holding his waist was scorching hot, in the space full of two breaths, listening to the sound of rain , was demanded by boys without leaving a bottom line.

The other party seemed far from satisfied.

He kissed deeply, almost wanting to dye Qianling with his own scent, carefully searched every corner, hooked him, and breathed hoarsely, "I don't want to let you die."

The first time I saw him, he seemed like he was going to do it.

Every minute and every second in front of the camera, watching him roll on the bed like a kitten, no matter how obedient he is, he goes to bed on time.

When taking a bath, drops of water will roll down from the body like white jade, and the hot water will give the skin a thin layer of pink.

From being malicious at the beginning, to gradually dissatisfied.

Hiding in the shadows was so boring, he began to want to see this pretty harmless face, to show more expressions for him.

Whether it was fear or collapse, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he was so frightened that he had nowhere to go, listening to the helpless trembling in his voice through the receiver.

Every trace is so fascinating.

But now what he wanted was right in front of his eyes, the young man's eyes were red, they were so beautiful, as if a little more force would shatter like a dream.

He is still reluctant.

The boy backed away a little.

Leaving a bit of breathing space, the influx of fresh air made Qian Ling open her lips that were swollen from being kissed, and breathe in small mouthfuls.

But the boys didn't quite leave.

Instead, she still surrounded Qian Ling, gently holding his chin, and gently kissed him from his beautiful eyes to his earlobes, as if treating the most precious treasure.

He spoke with a hoarse and heavy voice, "You think they are innocent? It's because you don't know what each of them is doing behind the scenes."

Qian Ling's head was in a daze.

His voice was near or far, Qian Ling tried hard to listen, but could only listen to him intermittently.

"Relying on my family background, I impregnated innocent underage girls, and when the other girls approached me, I was still entangled with other girls."

"Driving on the road after drinking, without a driver's license, he hit and killed the father who went to the city to see his daughter. After the accident, in order to avoid responsibility, he asked others to take the bag, and he was unrestrained."

"These of these,"

"Is it the innocent you said?"

Qian Ling looked at him dumbly.

Those dark eyes looked at him closely, as if waiting for his answer.

"Now, do you still think they are innocent?"

"In my opinion," the boy sneered, "they just deserve death."

Qian Ling pursed her lips.

"But you shouldn't punish them this way—"

"What should it be?" the boy asked him. "Should I expect legal action? But if it worked, they would have died a hundred times."

"You can watch it with confidence, there is one last instruction in this game."