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

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The guests on both sides consciously made way for Qianling to come out.

Qianling held the incense stick.

The closer he got to the coffin, he couldn't help beating the drums in his heart, probably because he had never been exposed to such a scene before, and his heart was beating very fast.

The mourning hall is very dark.

The coffin was placed in a place where the sun could not shine, and the cool wind followed his steps, wrapping around Qianling's ankles greedily, making it bitingly cold.

After he approached, he could smell a very strong fragrance, which was the smell of agarwood from the coffin.

The coffin was not closed.

When Qian Ling bowed, she glanced inward.

The man lying quietly in the coffin was more beautiful than the one in the photo.

His eyebrows are long and narrow, with a classic handsome and heroic look, two rows of thick eyelashes on the closed eyes, the bridge of the nose is straight and high enough, if it is not for the bloodless thin lips, he looks like he is asleep.

The incense burns down little by little.

Qian Ling felt the coolness hovering around her ankles gradually getting stronger, and along with her trembling calves all the way up, it seemed that an invisible big hand had penetrated through the gaps in her clothes.

Leaves a bone-chilling chill on the loinside, light or heavy.

Qian Ling could hardly hold the incense stick, he lowered his head and his body trembled slightly, his snow-white cheeks and earlobes were stained crimson.

There are guests standing around.

He didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only open his mouth halfway, panting like a fish lacking oxygen.

But the coolness seemed to be addicted to this kind of teasing, he didn't know how to restrain himself, and probed in a deeper direction with malice.

Qian Ling let out a trembling hum from his throat, fine beads of sweat oozed from his full forehead, he bit his lower lip tightly and tried his best to bear it.

No matter how dull Qian Ling was, she still felt the unusual coolness.

But he couldn't break free at all, he could only curl his hot body and be wantonly humiliated under the eyes of so many people.

"What's wrong, uncomfortable?"

With the sound of this icy cold sound, an invisible barrier around him seemed to be broken with a pop, and all the strange states faded away like a tide.

Qian Ling was finally able to breathe.

His eyes were wet, the corners of his eyes were as red as a little rabbit, and even his eyelashes drooped in strands, and he looked at the man lying in the coffin.

It was still the same expression and movement, as if everything just now was just an illusion of his.

But the remaining coolness on his body told Qianling that something really happened just now.

"Cried?"

Qian Ling raised her head and met You Yunmu's eyes.

The two were stunned at the same time.

Qian Ling looked at him unconsciously with gratitude in his eyes.

If You Yunmu hadn't happened to speak out just now, he would have remained in a negative state and could not come out.

You Yunmu quickly recovered his usual indifference, and said lightly, "Why are you crying?"

There are too many people here.

It was impossible for Qianling to tell what she had experienced just now, and said in a low voice: "Mr. is like a bright moon, he is willing to marry me and I am so happy that I am speechless, but I, and I am not only not helpful,"

He choked up, and the ending trembled even more, "I can't help but feel sour when I think of seeing Mr. for the last time. Why is that?"

There were tears in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, his pretty face was wet, and his eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension.

You Yunmu was silent.

The other guests in the mourning hall have long been moved.

This is too cruel for such a beautiful beauty.

"Life and death are fate. Don't be too sad, think about it, it's not your fault."

"Don't be blinded by crying."

"If something happens to you, You Xuan will be sad too, so you have to take good care of yourself, and don't cry secretly by yourself at night."

Qian Ling was surrounded by a group of people who cared.

And You Heng, who was standing in the corner of the mourning hall, folded his arms around his chest and snorted fiercely.

Originally, he came here for the money, but now he is pretending to be affectionate, spat in his mouth, but he is not willing to take his eyes off Qianling's teary face.

You Yunmu took the half-burned incense stick in his hand, replaced it with a brand new one, and stuffed it into his hand.

"Go to burn incense, go back and rest after finishing."

Qian Ling approached with incense sticks. His red eye sockets and thin figure from crying seemed like he couldn't accept the death of his beloved. As a family member, his performance was completely qualified, and even attracted many people. sympathy.

Until the incense sticks were buried in the censer and the ceremony of worship was completed, Qianling did not appear the weirdness and coldness of the last time for the second time.

The condolences will continue for three full days.

After getting You Yunmu's permission, Qian Ling didn't stay in the mourning hall, but returned to her room early.

It was the room where Qianling just woke up.

After Qian Ling pushed the door open, he leaned against the door panel and sighed wearily.

He squatted down and unfastened the high heels on his feet.

The real feeling of the soles of the feet on the ground made Qianling's sore ankle feel better.

He took off the cheongsam that was getting in the way.

Qianling's original jade-like body had many mottled finger prints, mainly concentrated on the chest, waist and inner thighs.

These are enough to prove that all the feelings in the mourning hall are not Qianling's illusion.

This is the so-called supernatural copy.

So who will it be?

Was it the man lying in the coffin whom he called her husband?

It is impossible to say that you are not afraid at all.

Being touched by a dead person, Qian Ling remembered the chill that penetrated into the marrow of his bones, and only felt a dull pain from the marks on his body.

Qian Ling opened the closet, looking for a loose dress to wear.

"..."

But in the whole closet, apart from all the cheongsams, there are only two black suspender nightdresses tied with straps.

You Xuan's clothes suit him.

But Qianling was timid and didn't dare to touch the deceased's belongings, and it was not easy to play neutral in the live broadcast with so many people, so she had to bite the bullet and take off the suspender nightgown.

The nightdress is clean, without wear marks, and the texture is silky to the touch.

But Qian Ling flipped it to the back, and was dumbfounded.

It was only then that he noticed that the back of the nightdress was hollowed out with lace. This dress was obviously not the simple pajamas that Qian Ling had envisioned, and it might not be able to achieve the most basic body-covering function of a dress.

But the clothes have already been taken off, and Qianling has no other better choice, so she can only take the clothes into the bathroom and change after taking a shower.

Just a click.

After the bathroom door was opened, Qian Ling stood at the door with a face of embarrassment. The heat made his cheeks rosy, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to his cheeks and neck. The zigzag lines looked like totems with mysterious meanings.

"What kind of clothes are these..."

——! ! !Can I watch this without paying? ? ?

——I would like to call it the strongest welfare book, woo woo woo

——Of course it’s love—fun pajamas, that is, the newlywed little beauty wants to attract the attention of her husband, but she can’t say it directly, so she secretly rubs——

——I am very good at this.

……

Qian Ling pulled down the hem of the skirt that could barely cover her thighs, which made the white skin on her chest even more dazzling.

Taking care of the up and down, Qian Ling gave up struggling.

In the rush of leaving just now, he didn't have time to observe carefully. After taking a shower, he simply walked around the room.

Apart from the normal mahogany design in the room, the most attention-grabbing talisman papers were the talisman papers, but Qian Ling couldn't understand them at all, so he didn't find any extra useful information.

Forget it.

Since You Yunmu told him to come back to rest, don't worry about it, and get a good sleep.

System 663 was about to remind him, when he saw that Qian Ling had already laid down, yawned and said good afternoon to everyone, then got under the covers and fell asleep.

"..."

Qian Ling slept in the marriage bed of the two.

He closed his eyes, only feeling a strong sandalwood fragrance lingering around him.

There was a force pulling him all the way down, and his vision changed from chaos to clarity and reality.

From the perspective of a bystander, he saw himself sleeping on the bed, but he couldn't move his hands and feet.

At this time, the door behind him opened.

Qian Ling took two steps back in fright.

...You Xuan? ?

Isn't he already dead?

However, the man didn't seem to see Qian Ling standing on the side at all, and walked straight to the bed in the room, while the other self on the bed was sleeping soundly, and didn't notice anyone approaching at all.

The man took off the scarf around his neck and hung it on the clothes rail beside him. He leaned down and whispered something in 'Qian Ling''s ear.

'Qian Ling' on the bed snorted sleepily, as if to express his dissatisfaction softly after being woken up.

No.

Qian Ling watched anxiously from the side!

What are you doing? !

The BOSS is so close to his face, he still puts it here to sleep! ?

However, what happened next was something that Qian Ling himself did not expect.

Qian Ling on the bed took the initiative to stretch out her hands, wrapped her arms around the man's neck affectionately, nestled into the man's arms like a kitten, and rolled out her belly to be comforted.

And Qian Ling, who was standing by the bed watching all this, blushed.

He, he wouldn't act like a spoiled child! !