Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

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Chapter 1191: Breathless

Shen Ziqiong almost pulled over.

What a deceiving plot! No, this is a plot about being tricked by your father!

In the online game, "Jingchen" who lost Liao Jingchen was helped to stand up by Jiang Rong one second, and fell straight forward like a puppet with its strings cut off the next second.

"Ah!" Jiang Rong was so shocked that he quickly caught him.

The unconscious man's body was extremely heavy. Jiang Rong gritted her teeth to support "Jingchen" who was more than a head taller than herself. However, before she could clear her mind from the unexpected situation and come up with a solution, she had enough time left. The skinned player coughed and waved his hands in the aftermath of the explosive arrow, trying to disperse the billowing smoke.

Oops, they're going to notice!

Jiang Rong's face turned pale, and she struggled to drag "Jingchen" back.

The dim night seamlessly transferred to the private viewing room. The camera in the picture was a forward and reverse shot. From the perspective of Qi and Anhui, Liao Jingchen's lips were pursed tightly, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were trembling. He was shocked, confused, panicked, anxious, angry...all kinds of emotions. It pierced the blood vessels of his eyes like a needle, and bloodshot eyes crawled up like creepers.

"Liao, Liao Shen?" Qi Wan was startled.

Where he couldn't see, Liao Jingchen clenched his fists deeply, and his forearms were stretched with ferocious veins. His usually white and clear knuckles were pale and bloodless due to the exertion, and they were almost crushed by his own strength.

For one second, two seconds, the muscles on Liao Jingchen's face twitched violently, and he tried his best to suppress the emotions that were on the verge of exploding.

He smiled: "Oh, okay."

As he spoke, he naturally pinched the connection between the frame and the temples of the gaming glasses, placed them safely on the seat, stood up and said next to him:

"Sorry, I was a bit sleepy."

"Oh...hahaha, it's okay, it's okay." Qi Wan responded dryly.

He and Liao Jingchen grew up together. They had never seen him with such low pressure when he was young. Did he have such a serious problem with waking up?

Seeing Liao Jingchen leaving the room behind Qi Wan, Shen Ziqiong's heart rose in her throat.

how so!

The footsteps of two pairs of leather shoes naturally transitioned to the chaotic overlapping of human legs, and the discordant shouts sounded again in the low and depressing background music:

"over there!"

"The Demon King is really offline! Brothers, rush with me!"

"Don't let that little girl run away with others!"

Jiang Rong, who still had traces of teleportation all over her body, gritted her teeth and walked forward. One of "Jing Chen's" arms hung feebly on her shoulders. She held his waist and tried her best to maintain a difficult balance, but she was unconscious. The weight of a tall man was far beyond what her body size could handle. Even if she squeezed out a series of strenuous movements from between her teeth, the distance they moved was still not optimistic.

The camera flickered and the picture returned to reality again. Liao Jingchen walked down the stairs in a daze. His previously regular pace was now only chaos, as if he didn't know whether he should go slower or faster.

Many scenes appeared in front of his eyes, some were dinner with his family, the steak knife reflected Liao Hongjing's face, the man quietly listened to him talk about his "daily life on campus", his expression was unpredictable and difficult to see through; some were secluded lakeside , "RongRong" blinked, confused but obediently took the equipment he traded, and was pulled into his arms, dancing together.

In another moment, "Rong Rong"'s slightly red face changed into Luo Mingxin's. The young junior opened his mouth in surprise, smiled dryly for a while and waved his hands, expressing that he didn't mind the senior's temporary "seizing" and that he supported his candidacy for the leading role in the drama. ; In another flash, "Rong Rong" was stabbed in the air by the dungeon BOSS, surrounded by the restless crowd, and collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood in a panic, with tears in his eyes.

Liao Jingchen's fingertips hanging down his legs were trembling.

This is the worst situation - scarlet alarms are flashing at both ends of the road. On one side is the game that he has worked hard to prepare and cannot allow any mistakes, and on the other side is "Rong Rong" who he deeply cares about and is in danger.

The heart beat rapidly, as if it was about to be knocked out of the chest.

Liao Jingchen's ears buzzed.

The familiar study room appeared not far away, with the door open, like a **** mouth as always, eager to devour people.

A drop of sweat slid down Liao Jingchen's forehead. His breathing was rapid and shallow, his eyes trembled, and his beating heart was like a display screen on a pile of explosives. Every heartbeat was a countdown, approaching the final critical point.

A large number of heart sounds are coming like a landslide and a tsunami.

Without these naked presentations, the audience would hardly imagine that there is such a complicated content in Liao Jingchen's gradually rising standard smile.

He repeatedly weighed every action and the corresponding consequences in his mind, and the gears of his thinking almost wiped out sparks of collapse, trying to find a reason to calm down in the fierce turmoil.

The miserable and helpless situation of "Rong Rong" flashed before his eyes all the time, and was immediately covered by the dazzling transfer information on Chen Yina's phone.

— Not only do you have to deal with it, you also have to cover it up.

Liao Hongjing must not be allowed to find out about "Heart Shadow Link" and "Rong Rong", absolutely not.

This is a war.

The pressure and suffering simply made the "triple gravity" in the game materialize on Liao Jingchen, and a light gradually appeared in his eyes. It was a kind of light after collapse, like an overdraft, in the most appropriate elegance. There was a madness that could be called riot.

Liao Jingchen walked into the open door.

Boom! puff!

Two muffled sounds were heard one after another. Jiang Rong spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly raised his head regardless of his injury.

Overturned by the shock wave, "Jingchen" hit a tree halfway and then fell to the ground, its head hanging weakly. The figure slumped under the tree looked like a lifeless goat corpse.

The lightly dressed players rushed over first, their faces distorted with excitement showing the pleasure of tearing the **** off the throne with their own hands.

"You bastard, I declare that today is the day the Demon King falls!"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Take it off! Take off his mask!"

The noise was so fanatical and arrogant that UU Kanshu www.uukanｋshu.com everyone who was infected by the emotion was like a group of primitive lunatics. No one thought about whether this scale of siege, pursuit and humiliation exceeded the bottom line of morality, and no one cared about their superiority. What else can the act of doing bring about besides a spiritual climax? Everyone present was enjoying the free and unfettered world of holographic online games, releasing their desires happily and lawlessly like holding a gold medal to avoid death.

It's just a game, and it's not illegal. Why do you care about me? !

The wild laughter resounded through the sky, and Jiang Rong's eyes were about to burst.

The long-lost anger suddenly surged into Tianling Gai, and all the panic and fear jumped over the limit at this moment, turning into resentment without falling to the ground.

There was a sudden explosion in the night sky, and with a "clang" sound, the Tang sword was unsheathed, and it was already stretched out in front of "Jingchen". The hand that was about to touch the animal bone mask was instantly sliced ​​off, and the severed limbs were smashed into pieces with screams in the air. Dripping white light.

The slender blade was swung with a rustling sound, and a petite and soft hand grasped the handle tightly.

Jiang Rong stood alone in front of the unconscious "Jingchen" and shouted loudly:

"Let's see who dares to touch him!"