Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 259
The director came to the scene aggressively, pointed at Xia Yan, and just wanted to continue roaring, but stopped there because he thought of something.

This is a popular traffic niche student, he is good-looking and has online acting skills. It can be said that whether this drama can be popular or not depends largely on Xia Yan.

So... hold back!Can't get angry!

After silently chanting Amitabha several times, the director slowly moved away the finger pointing at Xia Yan, his knuckles curled up, and he scratched the few hairs on his head with a headache.

The previous filming has been going smoothly, how come so many moths can be produced in this scene that is about to end? !
Obviously there was a backlog of anger in his heart, but he couldn't express it. The director wanted to cry without tears and said to Xia Yan: "Little ancestor, wasn't he in good condition just now? Why did he suddenly stop swinging the sword in the end?"

Do you know that if you stop, we have to start filming again!

Xia Yan also knew that it was his problem, and he pursed his lips against the angry director: "Then... shall we reshoot?"

The director watched Xia Yan for a while, then sighed helplessly with his hands on his hips, turned around and organized everyone to start over.

The mistakes he should have made have already been made, and what he should correct has also been carefully corrected.

This time, after all, there will be no more mistakes, right?

The director sat on a chair and stared at the camera, ready to call it a day.

But when Xia Yan's long sword stopped on Man Luo's neck again.

The director realized that he was too naive.

What's the situation?
Is it hard to swing the sword down?is it hard? !
What does it mean that you pause there every time? !

At this time, the group performers also became commotion, even though they didn't dare to offend Xia Yan, they were dissatisfied with the other party's constant behavior.

It is summer now, the sun is already venomous, and with the thick ancient clothes they are wearing, their bodies are already soaked in sweat. If this continues, they may all suffer from heat stroke.

Xia Yan, who was standing on the side, sensed everyone's gaze, and couldn't help but frowned. He didn't expect that he would make such outrageous mistakes one after another.

It is obviously very simple to swing the sword, why can't you swing it?

After thinking for a while, Xia Yan's eyes fell on Man Luo with some doubts.

Now is the time for adjustment. Almost everyone found a cool place to rest, but the girl stood where she was, looking at her side for a moment.

The sun shone on the girl's body, making her exposed skin more fair and transparent. When she raised her eyes to meet the girl's clear eyes, Xia Yan was stunned.

He seems to have found the reason for his mistake...

When he was filming just now, he could calmly swing his sword at other people, but when he got in front of the girl, he couldn't swing the sword in his hand no matter what.

Xia Yan suddenly had an unrealistic guess.

I don't know how to feel sorry for women, so I can't bear to attack girls, right?
Xia Yan's hands trembled at this thought.

Shouldn't it? !

Thinking of this, Xia Yan became even more uncertain. In order to verify this idea, he simply gritted his teeth and walked to the girl. As he got closer to the girl, Xia Yan felt inexplicably nervous.

When he met the girl's eyes, Xia Yan couldn't help slowing down. He wanted to cover up his emotions by arranging his hair, but found that he was wearing an ancient costume and a wig on his head. He put his hand down in embarrassment: "Well, can you accompany me?" Shall I play a game?"

Man Luo blinked his eyes slowly, and tilted his head at Xia Yan puzzled: "Are you playing?"

(End of this chapter)