Just like that, during the live broadcast, the high-tech Sheng Minglang became stiff.
The computer desk is higher than his waist, the camera can only record his upper body, Lin Gouzi is behind him, Zong Yuan is standing beside him, but it is even more impossible to see him.
The impulse under the influence of hormones burned Sheng Minglang's head blank.
He grabbed Zong Yuan's collar in a blank space, pulled him down roughly, and then, with nearly a million fans watching, he leaned into Zong Yuan's ear and said, "I'm hard."
Zong Yuan's pupils constricted, and he smelled the smell of human beings in heat.
[Is this so fierce?]
[My nosebleeds are already coming out, wow! Brother Sheng and this handsome guy look so interesting!]
[Is it true that when two attacks meet in the legend, there must be one? Report a waste of resources!]
[Fuck, the legendary tattoo!]
A cyan corner tattoo appeared on Zong Yuan's neck.
This tattoo seems to be alive, spreading upward bit by bit on his neck, the tattoo is lifelike, and it is hard to see what the pattern is, Zong Yuan's expression is forbearing, coupled with the tattoo on his neck, it is both weird and impressive The sex appeal that can't take your eyes off.
[I'm a fucking straight man, I don't know what's wrong with me! I fucking feel my legs are limp and my head is congested, what the hell!]
[The handsome guy said it was a pigeon blood tattoo, I just went to check it, although it is not blue, but the pigeon blood tattoo is usually colorless, and the pattern will appear after drinking, sweating, or excitement.]
[The air-conditioned room ruled out sweating, and I didn't see them drinking, it can only be excited? Hee hee hee.]
[Curious about what makes him excited...]
[Prickly, exciting, I have already made up a 3,000-word obscenity.]
Sheng Minglang watched the cyan tattoo appear with his own eyes, he licked his lips, and boldly stuck out his tongue to lick it, the camera was firmly aimed at them, and the screen was full of [saliva][nosebleed].
They were all waiting for Sheng Minglang's next move.
Zong Yuan pulled his hand off at a critical moment, looked at the computer screen with a frown, the tattoo on his neck disappeared quickly, and the ominous breath broke the ambiguous atmosphere, Sheng Minglang was taken aback, and followed him to the barrage look in the direction.
[What's wrong? ? ? The handsome guy’s eyes are so scary QAQ]
[Upstairs +1, I feel like I'm about to be beaten...]
…
[The live broadcast room next door! ! !]
[What happened to the live broadcast room next door? Another handsome guy?]
[The live broadcast room next door, isn't that the anchor who broadcast the horror scene in Z city?]
[What happened?]
[… problem occurs! ! !]
Zong Yuan frowned, "Cut it."
Sheng Minglang quit the game directly, and said to the fans, "This is the end of today's live broadcast, see you on Monday, bye." He turned off the live broadcast equipment and transferred to the next-door anchor room.
The live broadcast room next door has always liked weird things that cannot be explained by science. Sheng Minglang watched it a few times with interest, but after he lost interest, he never paid attention to it again.
Zong Yuan saw that Sheng Minglang clicked in, and the number of viewers in this live broadcast room had risen to a terrifying number.
Lin Gouzi was speechless, "This live broadcast alone is enough for him for a year."
The live broadcast room is broadcasting a video, and it is the latest part. It is a surveillance of a crossroad. The time is 12:10 in the evening. Pedestrians crossed the road, and the speed of the truck did not decrease at all, and it directly hit the man who suddenly ran out on the sidewalk.
The man was knocked flying more than ten meters away, and fell to the ground and died instantly.
The three people in front of the computer were silent together. This kind of video is really uncomfortable to watch. Lin Gouzi suddenly frowned and said, "Brother Sheng, don't you think this man looks familiar?"
The video in the live broadcast was played again, Sheng Minglang frowned, "I seem to have a little impression."
A fan recognized it, [Isn't this the gourmet anchor chef?]
[! ! ! He, is he really dead? I just watched his live stream last week.]
[Fucking shit! Anchor, you are sick! Get the fuck out of me, the date on the video you played is 12:10 today! It's not even eleven o'clock the fucking day! You are sick!]
[The anchor is sick! Is cursing someone dead fun? ! I hope you will be lied to yourself!]
[So what didn't happen was that this crazy anchor P made a video cursing others to die? Oh, @大厨]
[I can't see the trace of PS, I should have found a similar video and changed the time, immoral! Help you @大厨]
[The anchor, let's die! Never seen such a vicious person @大厨]
Sheng Minglang took a careful look at the time, "It's really today."
"Then this is, wanting to be crazy?"
Zong Yuan, "0046."
0046 said: "Strange, there is no trace of fake, this is the real video."
"Tsk," Zong Yuan pointed at the intersection in the video, "Sheng Minglang, do you know where this is?"
"Ah?" Sheng Minglang was stunned for a moment before realizing, "The intersections are all the same, I can't tell."
This video in the live broadcast was played back and forth three times, and the anchor appeared in the camera when everyone wanted to exit the live broadcast room.
He was an ordinary-looking young man with a thin build. It was unknown where he was broadcasting live. The background was completely dark, with only the faint blue light of the computer hitting his face.
There was a black mud-like thing on his forehead, and he was looking at the camera with a warm smile, "Good evening, my friends! The climax of our live broadcast tonight has been released. That's right, the live broadcast predicts death! "
The barrage scolded even more fiercely. The anchor took a look at the content of the barrage and sighed with regret, "You don't believe me, why don't you?"
"Then I want to tell you a piece of good news," the anchor said: "Although the chef is going to die tonight, I think you haven't watched enough, so I will live broadcast the prediction of death next time, ah, it's better to learn from cats." Choose an anchor from the live broadcast."
He stared at the anchor fan ranking, "Who should I choose?"
[Reported! Neuropathy!]
[The upstairs calls the police directly! This kind of person doesn't know what a person is unless he walks around in the bureau!]
Sheng Minglang scolded directly, "I'm sick!"
Just as he was about to turn off the live broadcast, another red font representing a high-level VIP popped up on the barrage, [Chef: You are at home, don’t worry, everyone, I have no plans to go out tonight. I advise the host to be a good person and have reported it.]
[Chef! ! !]
[Sure enough, it's fucking made up! It's disgusting!]
[Everyone quit, never watch his live broadcast again!]
[Still streaming? The cat is directly banned!]
[Speaking of it, I still want to get angry. This method is really wrong. This time, the cat must give an explanation. Chef has many fans. He just said that he would find another anchor to predict his death?]
Sheng Minglang looked at Zong Yuan, and Zong Yuan said, "Shut it down."
He seemed to be in a bad mood, Sheng Minglang frowned, "What's wrong with you?"
Zong Yuan looked at Lin Danan who was watching a play with half of a watermelon beside him, "I'm going to take a bath."
"Fuck," Sheng Minglang lifted the bottom of the table violently, "Day, I'm going to ask him for clarification."
"Go, go," Lin Gouzi hugged the watermelon and followed him to the bathroom, "Go straight in."
"… Leave far away!"
Lin Gouzi ran away in a hurry, and thoughtfully closed the door. Sheng Minglang stood at the bathroom door for a long time, not knowing what he should say.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Not good.
"Are you hungry?" Perfunctory.
Fuck!
Zong Yuan didn't see Sheng Minglang saying a word after taking a shower. He wrapped the bath towel, opened the door, and supported the door frame with both hands, "How long are you going to be in a daze for?"
"..." You can see your abdominal muscles as soon as you look up, such a day is really a fairy day.
Sheng Minglang forgot what he was thinking just now, he stretched out his finger ready to move, "Is it okay to poke it?"
Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows, and slowly tidied the towel in front of him, "Where do you want to poke?"
The water droplets left on Zong Yuan's body, Sheng Minglang suddenly came back to his senses, "Where are your fucking tattoos?"
Didn't you say it was a pigeon blood tattoo? Did you take a shower
Zong Yuan thought for a moment, "This is an upgraded version of my tattoo."
Sheng Minglang rolled his eyes, and patted him with his hands, "Big liar."
Zong Yuan subconsciously backed away.
He didn't wear a hat on his head, and it was a conditioned reflex.
Sheng Minglang didn't think so.
He looked down at his hands, "You fucking... hide from me?"
The tone was angry and stubborn, and a little hurt.
Zong Yuan sighed, "I'm not." He wanted to get closer to Sheng Minglang, but Sheng Minglang suddenly got into trouble, and he used all his strength to pounce forward, and he was able to catch Zong Yuan very well, and if he couldn't, he fell one after another .
It is impossible for Zong Yuan to let him fall.
He firmly threw himself into Zong Yuan's arms, embracing the long-coveted figure belonging to Gong. Before his head could react, his hands had already begun to touch it.
The feel, the muscles...
Sleeping with him must be the perfect first time.
Zong Yuan held Sheng Minglang's hand, helplessly, "Look at me."
"Okay, uncle, take a good look at you, do you look at the top or the bottom?" Sheng Minglang raised his head with a smile, "You're too coquettish! What the hell is this!"
He stared at Zong Yuan's ears in shock, which he didn't have before! "You, are you a pervert?"
Zong Yuan looked at him with dead fish eyes, and the ears on the top of his head shook accordingly.
still shaking...
Is it a technology product
Seeing Sheng Minglang's changing expression, Zong Yuan was rarely nervous, "You don't like it?"
Zong Yuan himself doesn't like his image.
A big old man, with a pair of ears on his head, dare not go out without a hat.
pretty cute...
Sheng Minglang lowered his head and looked at his feet, "It's none of your business whether I like it or not, you don't care."
The more he said, the more bitter he became, "Your name is Lin Dagou, Da Nan Da Nan, you call me 'you' or 'uncle', you are so perfunctory, why do you care if I like it or not?"
Zong Yuan looked at him complicatedly, and couldn't help asking, "I'm perfunctory to you?"
"Isn't it?" Sheng Minglang stared at him, and said sonorously: "Although I owe a fuck! But I can't fuck anyone!"
A large vein burst out on Zong Yuan's hand, "Then what?"
Sheng Minglang said angrily: "Hurry up and pick off the cat ears on your head! Do you think you can catch me by moving your ears a few times? Am I such a cute person?!"
Fuck! Fuck!
The ears are so cute when they move! ! !
Zong Yuan pointed to his ear with a dangerous expression, "I'm a tiger, ear, ear!"
"Heh," Sheng Minglang pointed at his little brother, showing no signs of losing momentum, "I still call myself a tiger whip!"
Zong Yuan: ... You are awesome.
The author has something to say: Sheng Minglang: Heh, I never lose in a fight (*/ω＼*)
Zong Yuan: You are awesome
0046: You are awesome
Lin Gouzi: You are so fucking awesome
The expression of dead fish eyes: ▼-▼