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

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At this time, the sky had turned slightly white, and Qian Ling staggered back to her room along the path.

He was very obedient, and he hung the jade pendant with him along the way.

The things that You Yunmu can keep close to his body must not be ordinary items.

At least Qian Ling felt that the chill that had been lingering around him since entering the dungeon had disappeared.

Qianling spread out her palms.

There was still a tingling pain in the palm of his hand.

But the wound on the coffin had stopped oozing blood, but the palm of his hand was thin and white, and the wound was not treated in time, the oozing blood dried up in the palm of his hand.

Qian Ling lifted his foot up, his whole face wrinkled in pain.

"Well."

His eye circles are sore, but he has cried many times today, and his eyes will hurt if he cries again.

He endured the pain. Although there was no bleeding on the bump on his knee, it had turned from red to purple, which was particularly serious on his round and full knee.

Qian Ling can only comfort himself that it is not completely fruitless, You Yunmu agreed to his investigation, and that jade pendant can be regarded as the medical expenses compensated by the other party?

——Uuuuu You Yunmu, your wife is gone.

——?You Yunmu put down your figure, okay?Putting on a face full of stinky farts, not even helping my wife get hurt, that sucks!

——Sorry, my mind is full of beautiful little widows bullied by elders, so I can only go back to my room, secretly lift up my clothes to check the wound, and cry without daring to make too much noise.It's so fragrant woo woo woo! ! (In the end, I also feel sorry for the baby's injury, hehe.)

——ID: Mommy's beloved Lingbao rewarded a skyscraper, and left a message: Baby, Mommy paid for your medical bills! !Remember to treat the wound in time!Players' malls can buy basic medicines, I'll post the list here, you can buy them here. [Disinfection Alcohol……]

——ID: Tie Tie's beautiful wife rewarded a spaceship.Message: Follow the medical expenses, baby, look upstairs.

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Under the prompt of system 663, Qian Ling noticed the barrage.

The dense barrage ranged from the crusade against You Yunmu's incompetent scumbag to crowdfunding for Qian Ling's medical expenses.

All of a sudden, it was full of dazzling and exaggerated gift effects.

Qian Ling froze for a moment, her heart was instantly filled with a warm current.

Although these people would often joke and say something, but every time at a critical moment, they would be the first to stand up, give him advice, comfort him, and even spend real money on him.

"Thank you everyone, don't brush any gifts."

Qianling has already accumulated five or six hundred points that the gifts received in these copies have not yet been used.

Even if the development team of Fear Tour greatly suppresses the gifts and affects the fairness of the game, but with such a large amount of gifts, it is more than enough to buy basic medicine.

And Qianling didn't intend to apply medicine to the wound.

He was entangled in a dream by You Xuan all night in the mourning hall, and when he was forcibly woken up by You Yunmu, he was already very sleepy, so now he just wants to sleep well.

As for the wound...

He is afraid of pain and has no experience in dealing with wounds, so what he thinks is whether to wake up or not?

——You promised to treat the wound, so we won't do it.

——Yes, yes, you don't even plan to take medicine in your heart, do you?

——No way, no way?Wouldn't it be true that someone was injured and didn't even treat the wound?Like a pig, so lazy.

……

Being poked at the center by the content of the barrage, a trace of unnaturalness appeared on Qianling's beautiful face, and he silently looked away.

His abnormal expression was captured by the barrage.

More bullet screens urged him to deal with the wound. First, he yelled Bao, Baobai, and wife one by one. Seeing that Qianling had no intention of moving at all, he started calling him little pig, pig, and little idiot.

Too much!

Qian Ling blushed and protested softly, "Stop shouting, I'll just do it."

Under everyone's urging, Qian Ling reluctantly exchanged the medicine from the physical items in the system mall.

Antiseptic alcohol, cotton swabs, and antibiotic ointment.

Qianling dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant alcohol, touched his palm clumsily, gasped in pain, and frowned aggrievedly, "It's all because you asked me to do it, that's why it hurts so much, it's not because of you. "

Disinfecting a wound is painful.

He knew he was unreasonable, but he could only complain softly when he felt pain.

"You will laugh at me."

The barrage is full of injustice.

If it is placed in another live broadcast room, the player will inevitably be abused by the NPCs and bosses in the dungeon, and the blood that comes out is the same as squeezing tomato sauce.

At this time, the barrage will only have a few words of concern here and there, and more of them are sarcasm.

Qianling's live broadcast room is another matter entirely.

Conscience of heaven and earth, this is really the most delicate player they have ever seen in Fear Tour.

How could they be willing to laugh at Qian Ling, holding them in their palms for fear of falling, and holding them in their mouths for fear of melting, because they were afraid that their delicate wives would be unhappy.

Even coaxing and deceiving people to give medicines is not because they don't want to leave marks on their wife's beautiful hands.

Qian Ling, the master of deception, simply touched the wound a few times, but the barrage didn't dare to urge him to be more careful, and saw that he didn't care about taking a bath.

Qianling hugged the jade pendant and climbed onto the bed without looking back, got into bed, and fell asleep in just over a minute.

Qian Ling was really tired.

Although he was sleeping most of the time when he entered the dungeon, he never slept soundly.

Qianling fell into a deep sleep.

There was nothing strange in the dream this time, the previous haze was swept away, only the sound of even breathing in the silent room could be heard.

It was already full light.

You Heng got up early in the morning and hurried to the mourning hall, thinking that he would meet Qian Ling's pitiful expression as soon as he entered the door.

With his kind of courage, if he stays alone, he might be frightened and cry.

Thinking of this, You Heng quickened his pace.

As soon as he entered the door, he didn't see Qian Ling, but met someone he didn't expect, "Why are you here, where is Qian Ling?"

You Yunmu sat on a sandalwood chair in the corner, with a black coat covering his knees.

You Heng narrowed his eyes.

It was Qian Ling's clothes.

"According to Youjia's family training, the wake on the first night is done by the wife. Why are you here?"

You Heng's words to You Yunmu were full of impoliteness.

You Yunmu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were somewhat tired, "He is not feeling well, I let him go back first."

You Heng clicked his tongue and was about to turn his head and leave.

"stop."

You Yunmu's body is always covered with a layer of illness, as if he has been ill for a long time, but another contradiction is the sense of oppression on his body, "What are you going to do."

You Heng replied impatiently, "It has nothing to do with you."

"He didn't go back until dawn, he should still be sleeping right now, you would only wake him up in the past." You Yunmu said.

"Ha." You Heng seemed to have heard something funny, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, "Did I hear wrong? You actually care about people, you know that you care about your nephew and daughter-in-law, don't know of……"

With a long voice, he smiled coolly, "I thought it was my brother's body that was still alive. It wasn't enough for you to rob Youjia's property, and now you're even targeting his wife!"

You Yunmu listened to him quietly, his dark eyes were dark and silent, "Have you said enough?"

You Heng: "..."

"If you don't feel ashamed, you can yell louder so that everyone can hear what you said."

You Yunmu continued: "If I want to grab these things, I don't need to do anything to You Xuan. When your father dies, You's house will already be mine."

You Heng clenched his fists and remained silent.

"And my body won't last long, so what's the point of wanting these things?"

I don't know when it started, the physical fitness of the people in Youjia is not as good as that of the next generation, and almost no one can live past the age of 40.

Like a countdown clock, when the clock runs out of the preset time, the body quickly fails and life ends.

Youjia dealt with gods and ghosts, whether it was Fengshui or spells, but he couldn't find the reason.

Gradually, the saying passed down from the outside world became—as a psychic, one needs to exchange one's lifespan in exchange for divine power to eliminate all disasters.

Having said that, You Heng is very clear that the facts have nothing to do with this statement.

Youjia didn't come forward to clarify, it was purely because there was no better way to say it, and this would increase their commission for exorcising evil spirits.

You Xuan is the most talented psychic medium among his peers. At the same time, he has been plagued by illnesses since he was a child. He suffered from serious illnesses several times, but each time he crawled out of the gate of hell with difficulty.

There have never been any accidents in the exorcism rituals handled by him.

If You Xuan is still there, as long as he is given enough time, he will definitely be able to find out the reason for You Jia's short life.

but now--

You Heng glanced at the black-and-white photo in the center of the mourning hall, his eyes were red, his fists were clenched tightly, and there were protruding blue veins on the back of his hands.

"Even if my brother's death has nothing to do with you, but you and Qian Ling can't get so close, he belongs to my brother."

You Yunmu said: "You think too much, I have no other intentions for him."

"He seems to like You Xuan very much. When I came over at night, You Xuan's ghost was always entangled with him, but he was afraid that I would hurt You Xuan, so he kept trying to investigate the specific cause of You Xuan's death." You Yunmu laughed at himself. , "Obviously just married to celebrate the joy, but it's all about love."

Qian Ling is loyal to You Xuan.

Hearing this narration, You Heng didn't know why, but he didn't feel happy at all, instead he felt that his chest was stuffy, as if he couldn't breathe, he was congested.

"Now that you know it, don't cross the line."

After You Heng finished speaking, he turned around and left, and You Yunmu's words kept circling in his mind.

Don't cross the line.

Not only for You Yunmu, but also for himself.

No matter what, it's impossible for him to have a story with Qian Ling.

Why did he agree to his brother marrying Qian Ling?

You Heng couldn't figure it out, but when he raised his head, he realized that he had walked to Qian Ling's room again before he knew it.

[The author has something to say: Zhenxiang will be late, but she won't miss it. 】