This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

In this way, in the process of live broadcast, the high-tech and high-tech Sheng Mingliang is hard.

The computer desk was higher than his waist, and the camera could only record his upper body. Lin Gouzi was behind him. Although Zong Yuan was standing beside him, he was even less likely to see.

The impulse under the influence of hormones burned Sheng Minglang's head blank.

He grabbed Zong Yuan's collar in a blank and pulled him down roughly. Then, under the watch of nearly a million fans, he leaned into Zong Yuan's ear and said, "I'm hard."

Zong Yuan's pupils shrank, and he smelled the smell of human estrus.

[This, is it so fierce? 】

[My nosebleeds have come out, fuck! Brother Sheng and this handsome guy look so good! 】

[Does the legendary two attacks have to suffer? Wasting resources to report and report! 】

[Fuck, the legendary tattoo! 】

A green corner tattoo appeared on Zong Yuan's neck.

This tattoo seems to be alive. It is a little bit up and down on his neck. The tattoo is lifelike, and you can’t see what the pattern is. Zong Yuan’s expression is forbearing, coupled with the tattoo on his neck. The color that can't look away is sexy.

[I am a **** straight guy, I don’t know what happened to me! I **** feel my legs are soft and my head is bloodshot. 】

[The handsome guy said this is a pigeon blood tattoo. I just checked it. Although it is not blue, the pigeon blood tattoo is usually colorless. It will only show up after drinking, sweating, or being excited. 】

[The air-conditioned room can get rid of sweating, and I didn’t watch them drinking, I just got excited? Hee hee hee. 】

[Curious about his excitement...]

[Stinging, stimulating, I have already made up three thousand words in a small yellow text. 】

Sheng Minglang watched the cyan tattoo appear with his own eyes. He licked his lips. He stretched out his tongue boldly and wanted to take a bite. The camera was firmly pointed at them, and the barrage was full of [saliva] and [nasal blood].

All are waiting for Sheng Minglang's next action.

Zong Yuan pulled down his hand at the critical moment, frowned and looked at the computer screen. The tattoo on his neck quickly disappeared. The fierce breath broke the ambiguous atmosphere. Sheng Minglang was taken aback, and he followed him to the barrage in a puzzled manner. Look in the direction.

【what's happenin? ? ? The handsome guy’s eyes are terrible QAQ]

[+1 upstairs, I feel like I'm going to be beaten...]

...

[Next to the live room next door! ! ! 】

[What happened to the live broadcast room next door? Here comes another beautiful handsome guy? 】

[In the live broadcast room next door, isn't it the anchor who broadcast the horror location in Z City? 】

[Something happened? 】

【……problem occurs! ! ! 】

Zong Yuan frowned, "Cut it over."

Sheng Minglang directly quit the game and said to the fans, "This is the end of today's live broadcast. We will see you on Monday, bye." He turned off the live broadcast equipment and transferred to the host room next door.

The live broadcast room next door has always liked weird things that cannot be explained by science. Sheng Minglang was interested in watching it a few times before, and then he didn't pay attention to it after losing interest.

Zong Yuan looked at Sheng Minglang and clicked in. The number of viewers in this live broadcast room has risen to a terrible number.

Lin Gouzi was speechless, "This live broadcast alone is enough for him for a year."

A video is being broadcast in the live broadcast room. At this time, the latest part of the broadcast is the surveillance of a section of intersection. The time is 12:10 in the evening. A high-speed truck is speeding on an empty road, and the red light is not on. Pedestrians crossed the road, and the speed of the truck did not decrease at all, and directly ran into the man who suddenly ran out on the sidewalk.

The man was hit and flew more than ten meters away, and fell to his death instantly.

The three people in front of the computer were silent together. It was really uncomfortable to watch this kind of video. Lin Gouzi suddenly frowned and said, "Brother Sheng, don't you think this man is familiar?"

The video in the live broadcast was played again, and Sheng Minglang frowned, "It seems a bit of an impression."

Some fans recognized it, [Isn't this the chef of gourmet anchor? 】

【! ! ! Is he, he really dead? I only watched his live broadcast last week. 】

[Fuck **** shit! Anchor you are sick! You **** show it to me, the date on the video you put on is 12:10 today! It's **** eleven o'clock today! Are you sick! 】

[The anchor is sick! Is it fun to curse others to die? ! I wish you yourself be spread rumors! 】

[So what has never happened is that this neurotic anchor made a video cursing someone to die? Oh, @大厨】

[I can't see the traces of PS, I should have found a similar video and changed the time, it is not moral! Help you @大厨】

[The anchor, go to hell! I have never seen such a vicious person @大厨]

Sheng Minglang took a closer look at the time, "It's really today."

"Then this is, you want to be crazy?"

Zong Yuan, "0046."

0046 said: "Strange, there is no trace of fraud, this is the real video."

"Tsk," Zong Yuan pointed to the intersection in the video, "Sheng Minglang, do you know where this is?"

"Huh?" Sheng Minglang froze for a moment before reacting, "The intersections are all the same, I can't tell."

The 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 body. He didn't know where he was broadcasting the live broadcast. The background was completely dark, with only the faint blue light of the computer hitting his face.

There is a black mud-like thing on his forehead, and he is looking at the camera with a warm smile, "Good evening friends! Our live broadcast tonight is the highest. The trendy content has been released, yes, it is the live broadcast predicting death! "

The barrage scolded even more fiercely. The anchor glanced at the content of the barrage and sighed with regret, "You don't believe me, why don't you believe it?"

"Then I have to tell you a good news," the anchor said: "Although the chef is going to die tonight, you must have not watched enough, so my next live broadcast will still broadcast the prediction of death, ah, it is better to start from the cat Choose a host from the live broadcast."

He stared at the anchor fan ranking, "Who do you choose?"

[Reported! Neurosis! 】

[Direct alarm upstairs! This kind of person doesn't know what a person is if he doesn't go to the game! 】

Sheng Minglang cursed directly, "I'm sick!"

He was just about to turn off the live broadcast, and another red font representing the senior VIP popped up in the barrage. [Chef: At home, don’t worry, there is no plan to go out tonight. I would advise the anchor to be a good person and report it. 】

[Chef! ! ! 】

[Sure enough, it's a **** concoct! It's disgusting! 】

[Everyone withdraws and never watch his live broadcast again! 】

[Also live? Cats are blocked directly! 】

[Speaking of speaking, I still want to get angry. This method is really wrong. This time the cat must explain. The chef has a lot of fans. He just said that he would find another anchor to predict his death? 】

Sheng Minglang looked at Zong Yuan, and Zong Yuan said, "Close it."

He looked not in a good mood, Sheng Minglang frowned, "What's the matter with you?"

Zong Yuan looked at Lin Danan, who was watching the show holding half of a watermelon next to him, "I'm going to take a bath."

"Fuck," Sheng Minglang mentioned irritably under the table, "Sunday, I'm going to ask him for details."

"Go, go," Lin Gouzi followed him to the bathroom with the watermelon, "Just rush in."

"……Leave far away!"

Lin Gouzi ran away in a hurry and took the door thoughtfully. Sheng Minglang stood at the bathroom door for a while, not knowing what he should say.

"What the **** is wrong with you?" Not good.

"Are you hungry?" Perfunctorily.

Fuck!

Zong Yuan didn't see Sheng Minglang say a word after taking a bath. He wrapped the bath towel and opened the door, holding the door frame with both hands, "How long will you be in a daze?"

"..." As soon as you look up, you can see your abdominal muscles. Such a day is really a fairy day.

Sheng Minglang forgot all the things he was thinking about just now, and he stretched out his fingers about to move, "Can you poke it?"

Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows and slowly arranged the towel in front of him, "Where do you want to poke?"

The water droplets on Zong Yuan's body left, and Sheng Minglang suddenly returned to his senses, "Are you **** tattooed?"

Isn’t it a dove blood tattoo? Did you take a shower?

Zong Yuan thought about it, "I am an upgraded version of the tattoo."

Sheng Minglang rolled his eyes and patted him with his hand, "Big liar."

Zong Yuan subconsciously ducked back.

He didn't wear a hat on his head, and this was a complete reflex.

Sheng Minglang doesn't think so.

He looked down at his hand, "You fucking... hide from me?"

The tone was angry and stubborn, and a little hurt.

Zong Yuan sighed, "I am not." He wanted to approach Sheng Minglang, but Sheng Minglang suddenly got into trouble. He exhausted all his strength and slammed forward until Zong Yuan was very good. .

Zongyuan couldn't let him fall.

He firmly threw himself into Zong Yuan's arms and hugged the body that belonged to the offense who had been watching for a long time. Before his head could react, his hands had already begun to touch.

This feel, this muscle...

It must be the perfect first time to sleep with him.

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 are too silly--! What the **** is this!"

He stared at the ears on Zong Yuan's head in shock, they obviously didn't exist before! "You, are you perverted?"

Zong Yuan looked at him fish-eyedly, and his ears trembled.

Will shake...

Is it a technology product?

Zong Yuan watched Sheng Minglang's expressions change back and forth, rarely nervous, "Don't you like it?"

Zong Yuan didn't like his image himself.

A big man, with ears on his head, dare not go out without a hat.

Pretty cute...

Sheng Minglang lowered his head and looked at his feet, "I don't care if I **** like it or not, you don't care."

The more he talked, the more sour, "Your name is Da Nan Da Nan, you call me either "you" or "uncle". Are you so perfunctory and still care if I like it or not?"

Zong Yuan looked at him complicatedly and couldn't help asking, "Am I being perfunctory to you?"

"Isn't it?" Sheng Minglang glared at him, and said forcefully: "Although I owe it to him! But I can't be fooled by anyone!"

A large area of ​​blue veins burst out of Zong Yuan's hand, "Well, what about?"

Sheng Minglang said angrily: "Don't you take the cat ears off your head soon! Do you think you can cute me with a few movements of your ears? Am I such a cute person?!"

Damn it!

These ears move so cute! ! !

Zong Yuan pointed to his ear with a dangerous expression, "Lao Tzu, this is a tiger, ears, and flowers!"

"Heh," Sheng Minglang pointed at his little brother, his momentum didn't lose at all, "I **** said I was a tiger whip!"

Zong Yuan: ...you are awesome.

The author has something to say: Sheng Minglang: Oh, never lose in a quarrel (*/ω＼*)

Zongyuan: You are awesome

0046: You are awesome

Lin Gouzi: You're so **** awesome

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