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

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Qian Ling said obediently.

You Heng turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't hear the footsteps following him. Qian Ling's beautiful and pitiful face appeared in his mind, so he stopped and waited for a while.

"..."

Gee.

You Heng exhausted his patience to the extreme, turned around, and strode towards the room.

I just want to see what the hell this guy is up to.

He pushed open the half-closed door vigorously, and said irritably, "Why don't you come out after my brother Touqi burns the paper money—"

His voice stuck in his throat, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed unconsciously.

Qian Ling bent over, her black hair like a ribbon cascaded down, her white hands like lotus root were clumsily tying up her small leather shoes with heels, her brows were frowning anxiously.

The leather shoes are shallow with heels, exposing the entire white instep.

It is impossible for Qian Ling to wear this type of shoes at ordinary times, so she is very unfamiliar with this type of buckle, plus she is in a hurry to put the shoes on, which has already wasted a lot of time.

Qian Ling raised his head.

Caught off guard, he smiled at You Heng with a playful smile, his eyes flustered for a moment.

You Heng clasped his arms around his chest, lightly said: "The feet are really white, have you shown them to my brother?"

Qianling was stunned.

It was a bit strange to say this, and he couldn't think of how to answer it for a while.

You Heng also realized that he had said something wrong, Zhang Yang's face was slightly stagnant, and he coughed twice.

"It doesn't mean anything else, I just think your feet are pretty white and pretty."

——No other meaning, just want to suck my wife's feet.

——Wait for a real fragrance.

——The elder brother let go of his sister-in-law who teased him before he was buried in the ground, good guy, it's really filial.

— dbq I am guilty.I've figured it out that when You Heng, the dog, hugged his wife, he grabbed her feet and asked my brother if he had touched you, shasha

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"Oh."

Although Qian Ling thought it was weird, when he heard the other party's special explanation, of course he didn't think too much about it. After all, now is not the time for them to talk about these trivial matters.

His character design in this dungeon is a new wife who has just entered the door. If he is too late for the funeral, it will be too difficult to say.

"Then let's go down quickly."

Qianling straightened up, and eagerly took steps, but she couldn't remember the shoes she was wearing at all, and suddenly felt that the center of gravity of her body was unstable.

He closed his eyes in panic.

Just when he thought he was going to fall badly, Qian Ling fell into an embrace, a pair of strong hands wrapped around his arms on both sides, and he could feel the firmness of his chest through the material of the clothes.

Qianling suddenly noticed that the corners of his eyes were wet.

It turned out that he was frightened by the wobbly movement and cried a little.

The delicate beauty who killed her husband as soon as she walked through the door not only let him see her bare feet which are quite private, but even took two steps and fell into his arms.

A cool smile came from above his head.

"Sister-in-law, my brother's bones are still in the mourning hall, and you are so anxious to throw yourself into someone else's arms so soon, is it because you are afraid that I can't support you as an idler?"

This "sister-in-law" shout is really yin and yang.

The height of women's low-cut high heels is about seven centimeters, which is definitely not friendly to Qian Ling who has never worn high heels.

It's not like what he said inside and outside the words!

Qianling has exquisite and beautiful eyelashes hanging down, thick crow feathers covering the small half-moist pupils, long hair scattered beside the soft cheeks, black hair and snow skin, with faint grievance and innocence.

With the combination of horoscopes, they finally climbed from the cannibalistic family to the high branch of their wandering family, but before they had time to enjoy two days of leisure, they started to do white things.

Of course, the You family will not withdraw from the marriage that has passed the door.

But in a huge family where everyone is snobbish, it is only normal for a person like him without any background and strength to think of finding another way for himself.

You Heng didn't let go of his hand, but grabbed the opponent's arm further and moved forward heavily.

His strength is great, and the arm that looks like a white lotus root grasping the shallow spirit sinks into an obvious arc.

"Is the first person you plan to hook up with? If I don't agree, who are you going to go to?"

You Heng's eyes moved inch by inch from those beautiful and confused eyes, and finally settled on the half-opened red lips, with a small round bead on the upper lip.

It was undeniable that the person in front of her was an out-and-out delicate beauty from any angle.

If it wasn't because of his special status, You Heng's behavior was out of place, but his emotions were like a blank sheet of paper, probably he wouldn't have rejected such a beautiful beauty at all.

Qian Ling didn't know what You Heng was thinking at all, but felt that his strength was really great, it hurt his arm very much, and every word he said hurt people more and more.

There is no respect between the upper and lower generations at all.

Since the other party doesn't like him, of course Qian Ling will not lose his smile, but said in a very serious tone: "I have no intention, if you really respect your brother, you shouldn't hold my hand like this. After all , I am his man."

No matter from which angle, it is not suitable.

There was water in Qianling's eyes, but they were extraordinarily firm and stubborn.

Awesome.

Actively draw the line, right?

But You Heng didn't know why, when he heard the last few words from Qian Ling's mouth, he felt inexplicably annoyed.

That's really nice to say.

Obviously only married for money, and only met his brother once.

He frowned, and reluctantly let go.

"You'd better remember what you said today at all times, don't let me find out that you're hooking up, or I won't blame me for kicking you out of this room."

Qian Ling looked down at his arm.

There are clear red finger marks on the white arm, which shows how much the other party hates him. He knows that no matter how much he explains, the other party will not let go of his prejudice.

Qian Ling didn't want to make any more entanglements, so she went out first.

Youjia's house is a traditional house.

The ground is paved with pebbles and bluestone slabs. The landscape and gardens, ranging from the layout of the house to the carvings on the stone pillars and eaves of the building, are all extremely exquisite, which is a standard big family.

Even people who don't know Fengshui can judge by the layout of the house - this house is a rare treasure of Fengshui.

It's just that the courtyard, which is still relaxed and comfortable during the day, is hung with white banners and ghost papers, which vividly reveals a gloomy meaning that makes people feel chills on the spine.

Following the memory of the character, Qian Ling came to the mourning hall where the coffin was parked.

As soon as she got close, Qian Ling heard the sound of mourning.

Crowded crowds of people in black gathered in the mourning hall. There were many mourners, and the voice was just like a song with ups and downs. Together, the white mist drifted towards the carved beams and lingered for a long time.

Qian Ling hid at the end of the crowd.

His gaze passed through the crowd, and landed directly on the coffin in the center of the mourning hall.

Various runes were engraved on the coffin, and on both sides were white paper-wrapped flowers and villains, usually the images of a boy and a girl, and there were many sacrifices that he could not understand.

On the altar directly in front of the coffin, apart from the usual offerings, there is a black and white photo in the center.

The eyebrows are slender and raised, the lips are thin, and the lower jaw is narrowed.

The white mist and flames of incense sticks and candles could not conceal the handsome appearance of the young man in the photo.

Qian Ling looked at the photo.

This is his husband in this instance?

In terms of appearance, she is somewhat similar to You Heng, but her temperament is completely different.

Qian Ling quickly glanced at the photo again.

I just felt that the lifeless narrow eyes suddenly seemed a little more frightening.

When he looked back again, that strange feeling disappeared again.

It was like an illusion of his own.

"Oh, Madam You is finally willing to come?"

Qian Ling was in a daze when a cold male voice stabbed straight at him, and the other guests who were mourning at the scene all looked for this voice and looked at him together.

The original wailing in the mourning hall was replaced by chirping discussions after floating in the sky for a few seconds.

"Is this the lady who just got married?"

"Although You Xuan is the most talented psychic medium among the generations of You family, but his character is light, his bones are poor, and his life expectancy is naturally shorter than ordinary people."

"It's a pity that this beautiful bride looks like a fairy. It's only the second day of marriage. I'm afraid she didn't even remember her husband's appearance, so she changed her red clothes into mourning clothes."

They completely disregarded Qian Ling's status as the master, and even had a few overly explicit gazes, scanning him repeatedly, as if he was an object. These people seemed to want to see Qian Ling inside and out through his clothes. a thorough.

Qianling is not used to being stared at by people like this, let alone wearing a women's cheongsam now.

He drooped his eyelashes, curled his fair fingers, and pulled out shallow or deep folds from the soft fabric on the side of his legs.

The person who called him Mrs. Shen just now spoke again.

"Since you're here, hurry up and offer incense to your husband."

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant stepped forward and handed the lit stick of incense into Qian Ling's hand.

Qian Ling couldn't help but look up in that person's direction.

Most people in the mourning hall were standing, but Qian Ling could pick out the talking man from the crowd at a glance.

He was as cold as his voice.

But besides the cold, it was more covered with a layer of gray depression, he didn't shed tears, it was more like a kind of indifference that had been expected.

According to the memory provided by the person.

This person is You Xuan's father's younger brother—You Yunmu, and the only surviving elder of the You family.

Intuition told Qian Ling that he should know something about the cause of You Xuan's death.

"Why, can you still invite me?"

As soon as he urged, Qian Ling quickly turned back his thoughts, flicked his wrist, and the ashes of the incense stick fell on the back of his white and delicate hand, leaving a few sporadic red marks.

Qian Ling frowned.

Holding the stick of incense, he walked slowly towards the coffin. Because of the high heels, he walked very slowly. When he passed the guests, his hair swayed with his steps, revealing his round and lovely earlobes.

Youjia, a happy bride, is really pretty.