The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

He asked her to go to the hotel before but she didn't go, and now he said she wouldn't listen to Yu Tiantian's suggestion, but she did?

Isn't this just going against him? Deliberately embarrassing him!

Sanjian glanced back at him, What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied with your audience's choice again?

Deng Yi's face froze, What are you talking about? When did I say that I was not satisfied with my audience?

Sang Jian was confused, Then why do you have so many complaints?

From the moment you came back, you were full of anger towards me and Brother Yan Xiu. It seemed like it was our fault that you were arranged to come back because we didn't go to the hotel together.

You get along with us with this kind of mentality. You will not be satisfied with anything Yan Xiu and I say or do.

This resentment...is heavier than the dozens of people who died tragically in the entire manor.

Sang Jian's words completely made Deng Yi anxious, Don't talk nonsense! Tang Sangjian, you keep trying to sow discord between me and the audience in my live broadcast room. What are your intentions? Do you want to poach the audience in my live broadcast room? Come to your live broadcast room?

Deng Yi immediately opened the barrage in his live broadcast room and cheered up the audience.

Babys, don't listen to her, this woman keeps talking nonsense! I have no complaints against you!

Sang Jian curled his lips, I don't know whether you have any complaints or not. I only know that the three of you were rewarded by the sponsors to get you back. Yan Xiu and I don't get this kind of treatment.

Now that you've received the money, can you just say a few less critical words?

The principle since ancient times is to use money to do things and criticize less.

Even if he takes money and talks, it’s strange that the audience in his live broadcast room doesn’t run away.

Deng Yi: ... I didn't know what to say for a moment.

After thinking about it, Deng Yi simply ignored Sang Jian's words, pretended not to hear, and continued to coax the audience in the live broadcast room.

Sang Jian's eyes looked pointedly at Tiantian and Jinyang, and finally fell on Yan Xiu.

Open the door.

Yan Xiu was wearing gloves, so this kind of thing was naturally left to him.

Without saying a word, Yan Xiu stretched out his hand to hold the door handle and opened the door.

The smell of moldy wood hit their nostrils, and Yan Xiu and Sang Jian at the door couldn't help but take a few steps back while wearing masks.

At the same time, several people's flashlights shone into the room at the same time.

ah!!!!

When she saw what was in the room, Yu Tiantian couldn't help but scream.

He reached out and hugged Jinyang beside him, trembling all over and not daring to look into the room again.

Deng Yi, who was coaxing the audience at the side, couldn't help but look back when he heard the movement.

At this glance, his soul almost disappeared.

In the middle of the room, there was a large coffin, which was half moldy and rotten.

There was a portrait on the head of the coffin, facing the gate. The old man in the photo was smiling particularly strangely.

And the photo was incomplete. Half of the face had been torn off, leaving only an eye, half a nose, and a mouth with a weird smile.

There seemed to be a chill in the air, which made people's scalp numb and could not help but shiver.

Sang Jian gathered his clothes and walked towards the room.

As soon as she took a step, Yan Xiu reached out to stop her and reminded her: Something is not normal.

Sang Jian held his wrist with her backhand and pulled him inside, Of course it's not normal.

These things cannot be left more than 20 years ago, because the police came here more than 20 years ago, and it is impossible for the place to become like this.