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

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in the rain.

Qian Ling heard someone yelling at him not to be stupid, he had already seen the punishment of losing, why would he risk his life.

"A person like him is nothing but rubbish at the bottom of society. Even if he dies, no one will feel sorry for him."

"He was originally an outlier."

"Yeah, Qianling, the time is almost up, hurry back to your place."

The singing became more and more urgent.

The two of them stood in the rain without moving, and between them was a bloody dagger.

Shen Linchuan said: "I gave you a chance."

He approached.

The boy in the rain suddenly opened his arms, raised his chin, and the rainwater slid down Qianling's cheeks, across his white jade-like neck, and submerged into his thin body, shivering slightly under the soaked school uniform, like a veiled plant Peach blossoms wetted by the rain have slender and thin branches.

Beautiful as the most beautiful scenery in the rain.

No one could calm down or take their eyes off him.

After Shen Linchuan approached, the boy obediently closed his eyes, his rain-wet eyelashes became longer and his body trembled more.

The palm stopped a few centimeters from his cheek.

He didn't even hide, and opened his arms actively, as if he wanted to ask for a simple and warm embrace.

The people watching next to him were almost anxious.

What a touching drama this is.

The song stopped slowly in the stalemate between the two.

When Qian Ling was about to open his eyes, a pair of strong and hot hands grabbed his arms and lifted him almost into the air.

A heat completely different from rain.

Even through the fabric, it can transfer heat from the place where it fits.

Qian Ling hugged his neck subconsciously.

Like a traveler on a snowy night, warming a pot of sake to soothe the dust.

However, Qian Ling smelled something different when he got close.

He opened his eyes.

It was discovered that it was not Shen Linchuan who was holding him, but Sheng Li.

Sheng Li hugged him and wanted to sit back in the empty seat.

And Shen Linchuan was standing not far from him, looking at him quietly.

Qian Ling suddenly became anxious.

"Sheng Li, let me down. Sheng Li!"

But the high school student who was determined to hug Qianling, no matter how he struggled, was surprisingly strong, almost holding his waist with one hand. The finger pressed out the sunken arc.

Qian Ling could only use both hands and feet, like a kitten with fried fur, attacking Sheng Li.

Sheng Li raised his hand to hold him, and patted Qian Ling's buttocks lightly.

A tingling electric current rushed through.

Qian Ling leaned on Shengli's shoulder, tightened the cat's paws, and snorted dissatisfiedly, quietly preparing for the next attack.

"Be nice."

Sheng Li hugged Qian Ling, his voice was slightly hoarse, "According to the punishment system just now, as long as Shen Linchuan has not done too much, there will be no enemies."

Qian Ling was slightly stunned, trying to understand Sheng Li's words.

Sheng Li silently tightened his hand holding him, "This kind of game itself is beneficial to the weak, but if you rush over now, you will destroy the order of the game and will only kill you two."

Sheng Li put Qian Ling on the lawn.

The floor was wet, and with Sheng Li's slap in front of him, Qian Ling twisted and hooked Sheng Li's clothes, not wanting to sit down that much.

Sheng Li raised his eyebrows, "You don't want to let me go?"

Qianling shook her head shyly.

The sound came from the speakers again.

The same punishment as before, except that no one came out of the rain this time.

"This is not fair!"

"Why can he not be punished! This game is not fair at all!!"

The more rounds of this game, the more danger of being picked, and the elimination of strong people is conducive to later development.

"If you think it's unfair, you can think about what you have done. This game will only end after all the guilty people get their due punishment." The voice in the speaker laughed distortedly, "No one can escape."

As Sheng Li said, this game is completely in favor of the weak.

And the wealthy sons who used to bully others have become living targets at this moment, and no one can laugh.

The game proceeds to the next round.

Shen Linchuan walked along the outside of the circle, bent down, and was about to put the flower in his hand behind the back of one of the boys with dyed yellow hair.

The other party's eyes widened, and he said in a consistent commanding tone: "Shen Linchuan, are you courting death? Take the flowers away!"

He is used to being defiant in life, and has offended countless people. In his eyes, people like Shen Linchuan can't even be regarded as half of his respect.

As far as the school's leaders are concerned, the methods used by people like him to do outrageous things are to turn a blind eye and close one eye.

As long as there is no major incident, just turn a blind eye.

"I think you will die next," Shen Linchuan said coldly, "After all, you have offended many people."

"Wait a moment!"

Huang Mao stopped Shen Linchuan's hand that put the flowers, "Let's discuss it again!!"

Although Huang Mao's expression was dissatisfied, there was contempt in his eyes.

"If you choose another candidate, I can guarantee that I will cover you in the future. You probably don't want to be bullied."

"Then let everyone choose," Shen Linchuan said, "Those who agree with me putting down the flowers, please raise your hand."

Huang Mao snorted coldly.

Although he usually does all kinds of evil, he knows how to win people's hearts. Except for fringe characters like Shen Linchuan, most of the people in the class have received his benefits.

Still very confident in the vote.

"I don't need to tell you what to do. As long as you don't raise your hand today, there will be benefits."

However, a group of sitting students lowered their heads and said nothing, no one responded to Huang Mao's words.

Every second of silence is like thin air.

Until a thin hand was stretched out. The owner of the hand was a thin boy who was often bullied because of his appearance.

"you wanna die!"

Huang Mao was about to curse angrily, but what he didn't expect was that one hand, two hands, and several hands raised one after another were classmates he had bullied.

What made him even more unacceptable was that a group of people who usually call themselves brothers also raised their hands in unison.

"Sorry. Compared with your benefits, I still want to survive this game first."

The white flowers looked like a bouquet used for sacrifices, and Shen Linchuan put the flowers down.

"It seems that it's not just me, everyone wants you to die."

Huang Mao was so angry that he grabbed the bouquet of flowers, and following the rapid music, he anxiously chased after the boy in front of him.

But no matter how hard he chased, he still couldn't even catch a piece of the opponent's clothes. Instead, he stepped on the air and fell to the ground on his face.

At the same time, the song stopped.

What kind of despair is that.

When everyone is looking at you, you are obviously a classmate who gets along day and night, but no one is willing to lend a helping hand to help him up.

But he didn't even have time to be sad.

"Let's see your punishment."

Not just one person walked out of the rain curtain, but six or seven people.

Everyone has a sharp knife in their hand.

Huangmao backed away in horror.

"I didn't expect to see you again."

"Because of being bullied by you, I have suffered from severe depression. If I want to go to hell, I want someone to accompany me no matter what."

Huang Mao turned around and wanted to run, but before he could even call for help, his throat was slit, and the scarlet liquid splashed like a fountain.

Since the artery is not damaged, it cannot die immediately.

The yellow hair lying on the ground breathed like a leaking balloon, making a hissing sound continuously.

The voice was intermittent, and the knife was obviously not enough to dispel the hatred of those six people.

The sharp blade sank into the skin again, and when it turned, it made the sound of viscera stirring, which made everyone present shudder.

Qian Ling was frightened by the cruel scene in front of him.

He closed his eyes, and his thin shoulders trembled. Even so, the other sounds mixed with the sound of rain could still clearly remind him of what was happening.

A broad hand reached out to him.

Qianling was in a small group, and was taken aback when he was held in his arms, but he couldn't think too much, and buried his head tightly in the opponent's arms, like a timid cat cub.

Sheng Li lowered his head,

Qian Ling sat facing each other in Sheng Li's arms, her slender legs neatly side by side.

The rainwater flowed down the boy's slender neck, and the wet clothes vaguely outlined every twist and turn on his body, making him look pink.

He looked slender, but he felt very nice and soft when hugged.

"Is it that scary?"

Sheng Li couldn't help but lead him a little further in.

At the same time, he felt several gazes directed at him. With strong dissatisfaction, Sheng Li looked in those directions, and as expected, he saw Ji Jiayu's angry expression.

Sheng Li raised his eyebrows.

The wide palm moved down from the shoulder, and the palm of the palm fell on the waist that was not enough to hold it with the scalding heat. Qian Ling was burned, and the whole body trembled.

He raised his eyes, his bright eyes were filled with blankness, and he couldn't figure out the situation at all.

Shengli's palms were itchy, and his fingertips were rubbing against the boy's flexible waist.

I even want to go one step further and do something more extreme.

After more than a minute, all the sounds disappeared.

There was a strong smell of blood spreading in the air, and the six people were covered in blood, and left mercilessly along the way they came.

Qian Ling supported Sheng Li's shoulders, and cast a glance at the place where the blood smell was the strongest.

His pupils constricted, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The chest was cut open.

There was a bloody knife stuck in the heart.

The scarlet washed by the rain dyed the entire lawn red, and the white roses that fell on one side were also dyed red.

Like a nightingale weeping blood, a rose dyed red.

"Now the game continues."

Everyone's nerves were tense to the extreme.

Qian Ling couldn't remember how long it had been raining, and how many times he had watched this scene repeatedly. His consciousness was drowsy until there were only six or seven people left on the field.

The rain started to lighten up.

After the rainy sky cleared up, it was extraordinarily bright. The sky was high and the clouds were wide, and a rainbow could be seen faintly in the sky.

The people in Class [-] of the third year that Qian Ling met just after entering the dungeon could have filled the entire classroom, but these are the only ones left.

And there are corpses all around, like hell.