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

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Qian Ling originally thought that this was too much, but he didn't expect it to be just the beginning, and then he heard a fragmented and ambiguous voice.

He was so anxious that he turned around in circles.

Qian Ling blushed to the point of bleeding, but no matter how hard he tried to wake up from the dream and call the system 663, it was of no avail.

"Bang bang bang-"

A wild and arrogant knock on the door came from far away and unreal, smashing the nightmare in an instant.

Qian Ling opened his eyes abruptly.

He stared at the familiar mahogany bed rails for a few seconds, his whole body was covered in sweat, his thick black hair was sticking to his cheeks, his beautiful eyes were full of moisture, and his face was unusually rosy.

At this time, the knock on the door sounded again.

Qian Lingcai finally confirmed that she was out of the dream.

He forced himself out of bed to open the door.

You Heng was already impatiently waiting outside the door, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he was about to scold this dull guy with a slap in the face.

"Yes, is there something wrong?"

Qian Ling poked out half of her head cautiously from behind the door, her voice was hoarse when she just woke up, and she knocked on You Heng's heart silently.

You Heng lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his face.

He didn't seem to have slept very well, the tip of his nose was covered with beads of sweat, and the red marks at the corners of his eyes were more obvious than what he saw during the day.

He turned around, "Aren't you crying secretly in the room?"

Qian Ling was slightly stunned, "What?"

He just woke up from the nightmare, and at this moment his whole soul is floating.

You Heng directly misinterpreted it as his guilty conscience.

He hid in the room all day, and fell asleep unconsciously when he was tired from crying, because of his talented but weak brother.

"You like my brother so much. You have only met him once. What's so good about him? He attracts you so much."

Qian Ling was a little dazed.

When he was thinking about how to answer this question, You Heng focused on Qian Ling's posture blocking the door, feeling very displeased in his heart.

"So guarded against me? Afraid I'll do something to you?"

Qian Ling said, "No..."

You Heng put his hand on the door and pushed it in restrainedly, "Since there is no one, let me go in and talk about it."

Qianling hurriedly pushed against the door.

"no!"

You Heng's brows furrowed even deeper, even he himself didn't understand why he was so irritated by Qian Ling's resisting action, he said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to say no, don't forget, after my brother died, Everything here is mine."

He paused, "Including you."

Qian Ling was stunned for a few seconds.

During this interval, You Heng leaned sideways and squeezed in through the crack of the door, wrinkled his nose, and keenly sensed that something was wrong.

There was a smell in the room.

He turned his head, and was about to ask Qian Lingdu what he had done in the room, but the words were all stuck in his throat, and he only focused on looking at the scenery in front of him.

The suspender pajamas on Qianling's body are rolled up with lace, and the fabric is sparse and the hem is short, so it can be seen at a glance that it is not worn seriously for sleeping.

But when worn on his body, the slender and thin skeleton and the round shoulder line collided with the sexy lace, which neutralized the kitsch of the clothes and added a bit of unique taste.

Qian Ling awkwardly tugged at the hem of her dangerously long clothes, and explained: "I just woke up, I'm afraid you'll wait too long before you have time to change."

You Heng took a step forward.

"You always dress like this in your room?"

Qian Ling didn't understand why he suddenly asked this. Could it be that what he wanted to wear in the room had to be approved by him?

He whispered back: "Is there any problem?"

"You intend to wear it for my brother to see." You Heng's voice was hoarse, as if he was not happy, "You were also wearing this dress last night, so how did my brother react? Has he touched you?"

"Cough cough %2C"

Qian Ling couldn't help but think of the dream he had just now, and the heat that had just subsided surged back on his cheeks, his skin was thin, and it was especially obvious when he blushed.

In You Heng's eyes, it has a different meaning.

He's so stupid—to ask such a question when he's forced to.

If Qian Ling really had the chance, he would be the one who can't wait to become You Xuan immediately.

You Heng's face completely stinks.

"I'm here to inform you that you will go to the mourning hall to watch the night from twelve o'clock until someone comes the next day before you can leave."

"Night watch?" Qian Ling paused, "You mean, do I go alone?"

"Why? You don't like my brother very much, and I'm not happy to give you more opportunities to be alone." You Heng snorted, "Maybe I feel sorry for you, maybe my brother will come back in the middle of the night to take another look at you."

——Man, are you hot?

——It's too filial for the younger brother to send his wife thousands of miles away.

——Dare to speak like that, your wife is gone!

——I'm afraid the younger brother doesn't know that his wife is with his brother during the day in the mourning hall.

……

Qian Ling turned pale at what he said.

But it was in the hands of You Heng, he just wanted to let Qian Ling know that now You Xuan and him are separated, and there will be no stories between them at all.

As for why he did this, he couldn't figure it out himself.

It's just that when Qian Ling thinks about impossible stories obsessively, he feels so bored that he wants to explode.

Even gave birth to a vague thought.

Since his brother is gone, it wouldn't be too much to snatch him over.

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After nightfall, the dew becomes deeper and heavier.

Qianling put on his coat and walked alone on the path paved with bluestone slabs, walking slowly in the direction of the mourning hall.

Along the way, the shadows of the trees whirled, and Qian Ling was terrified.

He can only talk to System 663 from time to time to divert his attention.

What puzzled him was the dream in the daytime.

How did You Xuan enter his dream in a grand manner?And in the dream with him, doing some extremely ambiguous behaviors.

After reviewing the information, System 663 calmly said: [Nightmare is commonly known as ghost press, and it is also called sleep paralysis in medicine. It may be caused by excessive pressure or incorrect sleeping position. 】

If it was in the real world, Qianling would accept this statement.

But in this dungeon, there are obviously supernatural elements hidden, and normal logic cannot be applied.

While thinking, Qian Ling had already walked to the mourning hall.

During the day, the misty smog is completely different from the whimpering and mourning. The mourning hall is dark at night, like a bloody mouth, trying to swallow people silently.

Qian Ling summoned up all the courage to step in.

The temperature inside was cooler than outside, so he moved a small stool and sat in a corner with his legs crossed.

Whenever there was a slight disturbance, Qianling poked his head out.

But apart from a dim waning moon for company, there is only faint candlelight beating in the mourning hall.

Qian Ling didn't sleep well in the afternoon, her nerves remained tense all the time, and in the second half of the night, her eyelids became uncontrollable, she struggled against the wall, and fell asleep unconsciously.

At this time, a cold draft passed through the hall, and the candles in the mourning hall were quietly extinguished.

[The author has something to say: take a day off tomorrow]