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

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Qian Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at him with steamy eyes.

The cheeks were flushed, the slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the water was shining, mixed with bewilderment and panic.

"what are you going to do?"

The man raised his hand, his cold fingertips had already been tinged with Qianling's body temperature in the entanglement, and he calmly said almost cruel words, "Execution."

It was raining hard.

The window was shrouded in a vast rain curtain, and the mocking rain kept rising and falling, but Qian Ling could clearly hear what the other party said.

Execution.

...from the execution of 'The King'?

"The game is about to start."

'Buzz'.

Folding the end of the other party's words, the mobile phone in Qianling's pocket rang, and he was so lifeless that he touched it twice before slowly taking out the mobile phone.

The corner of the other party's mouth was curved, watching his expression with interest.

Qian Ling lights up the screen.

The content of the text message that the other party had preset in advance was reflected in his eyes.

[Those who accept the order are all students in Class One, Senior Three.

Instruction time limit: 10 minutes.

Command content: Throw the handkerchief. 】

【Appear on the school playground within 10 minutes, do not participate in the game or fail to arrive at the scene on time, you will be punished by the king.Please do your best! 】

When Qian Ling saw the words "lose the handkerchief", Qian Ling was taken aback.

What comes to mind are classic childhood games that are often played in elementary school and kindergarten, and basically every child can play.

Before the game starts, everyone sits in a big circle.The man with the handkerchief walked along the outside of the circle, and quietly threw the handkerchief behind one of them.

The person who received the handkerchief needs to get up quickly to chase the person who lost the handkerchief after discovering it.

The person who threw the handkerchief ran along the outside of the circle, ran to the vacant position in the circle and sat down. If caught, they had to perform singing and other programs.

Don't say what the person in front of you is going to do.

It's just that this kind of game appeared at this time, and Qian Ling felt weird anyway.

And at this time, it was still pouring rain outside, playing with the handkerchief at this time?

Just staying outside for a few tens of seconds can completely soak you from head to toe.

"Throwing the handkerchief, is this the execution method you said?"

"Well," the boy finally rubbed Qianling's earlobe, and said, "But this is only part of it. I hope you can make it to the end. I wish you good luck. See you in 10 minutes."

After speaking, the boy stepped back, stepped over the blood on the ground, and disappeared into the corridor.

Qianling didn't chase after her overwhelmed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, leaning his back against the hard wall behind him, his lips that had been kissed hard by the other party were burning hot, and stared unfocusedly at the light tube on the classroom ceiling.

The lights were not on, and the classroom was dark.

Qianling sat obliquely facing the window, and the dull light outside the window fell on the boy's slender ankles hanging in mid-air, the restrained jaw line was clear and smooth, and the tiny light dust that fell on the eyelashes was flying in the humid air.

——Rough, what a beautiful painting!

——Ah, why did I run away, I was still waiting to see my wife being pressed on the desk in the classroom and crying, woo woo woo! !

——What's the matter with my wife, she doesn't seem very happy.

——Did the mouth hurt from the dog kiss just now, let my husband give you a whirr~

——Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow (suck suck suck)

……

Qianling was thinking about what the other party said just now.

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

"In my opinion, they just deserved to die."

"Should I expect justice? But if it worked, they would have died a hundred times."

Even if he knew that this was a game in a dungeon, would this happen in real life?

If this is really the case.

So how should we solve it, and also have a violent 'king game'?

Qian Ling couldn't figure it out.

The rainwater from the window gathered into rain marks one after another, which slid down and fell silently into the deep space.

Qian Ling tilted his head.

Several students in school uniforms gathered on the foggy playground, the school uniforms representing youth, drenched by the rain.

System 663: [It's getting late, calculate the walking speed, it's time to pass now. 】

Qianling looked back.

He stepped on the chair, jumped off the table, and glanced at the boy who fell at the back door of the classroom when he stepped out of the classroom.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of rain.

He suddenly felt his throat dry, and the coolness penetrated into his loose clothes, kneading him wantonly.

System 663: [The rain is a little cold, remember to bring an umbrella. 】

Qian Ling nodded.

He drew an umbrella from the umbrella stand, went downstairs and stepped into the rain screen.

The rainwater hit the transparent umbrella surface like powerful drumbeats again and again, shaking Qianling's palms numb.

When Qian Ling arrived at the playground.

There were more than a dozen people standing on the green grass, with rain-soaked clothes stuck to their bodies, some of them were even wearing pajamas, obviously they rushed there after seeing the text message.

He looked very embarrassed.

A figure sneaked under Qianling's umbrella with rain, and as soon as Qianling raised his eyes, a few drops of warm rainwater appeared on the tip of his nose and cheeks.

Ji Jiayu's dyed blue hair was covered with water, like a big dog throwing water, the rain splashed Qian Ling.

"Hahaha, sorry," Ji Jiayu wanted to raise his hand to wipe his face, only to notice that his body was wet, "I came so rushed, I didn't even have time to take an umbrella."

"What exactly is going on?"

"Throw the handkerchief, what kind of order is this? He wants to punish us and change some normal moves."

While they were talking, the lights on the rostrum suddenly turned on, and a warm yellow light illuminated the rainwater clearly.

Qian Ling narrowed his eyes.

A large bouquet of white roses, which no one noticed, was quietly placed on the grass in front of the rostrum.

Pure white, white and flawless.

Accompanied by the light is the sound of adjusting the speaker, tingling tingling——

"It looks like everyone is here, so let me explain the rules of the game."

Someone whispered: "This kind of game, who hasn't played it when they were young..."

"Today it's not a handkerchief, but a white rose. After receiving the white rose, get up and arrest people. At the same time, there will be a burst of music. During this time, you must try your best to catch people.

Otherwise, after the music ends, those who fail to catch people or are caught will be punished. "

Everyone's eyes fell on the bouquet of roses again, but it was a little more chilly.

"Okay, let's start the game."

Everyone sits in a circle.

The lawn of the football field is wet, and the other people's bodies are more or less wet, and it's not bad to sit and get wet again.

Qianling was dry.

At first he was a little disgusted and didn't want to sit, so he could only squat and hold an umbrella, like a fresh mushroom.

But after squatting for a while, Qianling moved his sore ankle.

"uncomfortable?"

With the sound of rain, Shen Linchuan looked at him.

Qian Ling was shocked, and had a slight illusion when looking at that face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, wanting to question how much the other party knew.But now there are people all around, Qian Ling has no chance to speak at all,

Qianling whispered embarrassedly: "The floor is very wet, it's uncomfortable to sit on."

Qian Ling's ears moved slightly, and he heard the slight sound of a zipper being cut, and a warm school uniform jacket was handed to him.

"Let's take this as a pad first, it will feel better."

Qian Ling pursed her lips.

Shen Linchuan's half of his arm was still in the rain, Qianling didn't take his things, and he didn't take his hands back either.

"You want to squat like this until the end of the game, are you sure you can still run when you stand up later?"

Hearing his words, Qian Ling stretched out his fingers slowly and took the clothes back.

After listening to Shen Linchuan's words, he put his clothes on the lawn.

The rain hasn't come through yet.

Qian Ling hesitated for a moment, then turned to Shen Linchuan and said, "Thank you."

He lowered his voice and said, "Thank you for yesterday's medicine."

Shen Linchuan's figure paused slightly, he pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his dark eyes were cold, he turned his head to look at Qian Ling calmly.

There is still a noisy mix of various sounds around.

"You knew already."

Not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

Qian Ling nodded.

Shen Linchuan said, "Why didn't you say it?"

"do not know."

Qianling replied like this.

The first time he found out, he wanted to explain all this to everyone, and now even he himself didn't know why, there were so many of them, obviously they could arrest Shen Linchuan first and interrupt the final game.

Shen Linchuan hummed.

"The game will be over soon, and you'll be fine."

In the ears of others, this may be a word of comfort, but only Qian Ling and Shen Linchuan know that it is a promise and guarantee.

Qian Ling looked away and hummed.

After the game starts.

The bouquet of white roses was held by a boy from Class [-], Senior [-], and he walked slowly around the circle.

The sound on the rostrum was rattling——

"Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, put it lightly behind the kid, don't tell him, just catch him quickly, catch him quickly, catch him quickly, catch him quickly..."

In the gloomy rainy day, this song was played over the empty campus. The sweet and clear nursery rhyme was indescribably weird. The coolness of the rain followed the song, making people shudder.

Everyone listened intently to the sound of footsteps and tensed their nerves.

And Qianling has a cheating device.

He opened the barrage.

Since the viewing angle and camera position can be changed in the live broadcast room, he took advantage of this as a matter of course, ignoring the delay that was not there at all, and he didn't need to look back all the time.

There were more than a dozen people on the field, and he was not familiar with the boy holding the white rose, nor had any enmity with him, so he probably wouldn't have hit him so coincidentally.

—Baby, don't set the flag lightly.

--etc.He's getting close, shouldn't it be...

— Let it go! !

——Hurry up, wife, hurry up! !

……

what?

isn't it?

Qian Ling thought that the person on the barrage was stalking him, so he turned his head in a daze, and a bouquet of fresh green flowers lay quietly behind him.

Qian Ling didn't care about holding the umbrella anymore, he grabbed the bouquet of flowers and got up quickly, chasing the boy in a circle.

The nursery rhymes in the background music suddenly sped up, mixed with stabbing and funny voices, "Hurry up, the song will stop soon."

Of course Qianling knew to hurry up!

After a few laps, he was out of breath!

But opposite him was a 1.8-meter-high boy, like a cat, swaying from side to side leisurely, without any reaction at all.

Qianling was drenched all over.

The rain fell down the hair, slid over the bridge of the nose, and fell on his rosy lips. The whole face was pink after exercise.

His chest rises and falls, the rain wets his clothes, revealing the underlying white background, and the hidden color on his chest can also be seen clearly.

The boy opposite swallowed unconsciously.