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Bai Chun was completely emotionally charged at the moment, and he didn't even think of an excuse at the moment.

The old city lord raised his eyebrows, and hugged the scriptures back into his arms.

"Since I didn't think about it, why bother to play tricks on the old man again."

Bai Chun realized that he had acted inappropriately, but Wen Yaofeng who was beside him answered very quickly.

"The red line is really inappropriate."

"so?"

Wen Yaofeng took off his outer robe, took a sideways sword from the wall, and said with a smile, "If I cut off the tail of the fox and gave it to you, would I be more sincere?"

This is the normal plot choice estimated by the director and screenwriters.

They originally thought that Wen Bai and the others had nothing else at hand when they arrived at this section, so they would naturally attack the fox's tail.

When Wen Yaofeng took out the red line, the assistant director was at a loss.

red line? ?Where did it come from? ?

The old actor also obviously knew that the young man didn't follow the scheduled process, and he secretly liked it for a few seconds, thinking that he could play for a while, but when he saw the regretful expression on his face when he said that he wanted to cut off the fox's tail, he took a few steps and agreed.

"Foxtail..." The old man sighed, "You do good deeds and practice spiritually to get this day."

"Turn yourself into a demon, and live a happy life from now on. You can live happily for hundreds of years."

Still holding the red thread in his palm, Bai Chun subconsciously helped him take over the handle of the robe, and was a little shaken when he saw the man swaying his foxtail behind him.

Wen Yaofeng glanced at him: "Reluctance?"

"Very handsome." Bai Chun said calmly, "Cut it off, I'll carry it for you."

Bai Chun stretched out his hand to pick up the tip of the tail, in order to make it easier for him to chop it off.

Wen Yaofeng was picked up like this, it was like a big beast being caught by the tip of its tail, his face burned in panic.

Why are you like this...

Bai Chun didn't feel how coquettish this action was, so he turned his head and asked, "Do you want to chop me off?"

Wen Yaofeng stared at him with a complicated expression, took a deep breath and chopped off his own tail.

The old man handed over the eminent monk's blood scriptures as promised, clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha.

"It's like a dream, it's all in vain."

Before the words fell, hurried footsteps came from the stairs.

"They're upstairs!"

"Be careful!!"

"Yaohu, Yaohu is here—"

The director called out again, and the green screen covered half of the west wall to facilitate the introduction of the animation of the nine-tailed fox breaking through the window. The other three guests also came up to make up for the meeting.

Just now, I heard that Yaofeng and Bai Chun were having a plot upstairs, and the cast almost succeeded in the chaos outside, killing the twin sisters by surprise.

Pan Xiaojiang and pretending to be a fire-breathing and cup-throwing craftsman, has been hanging around the four of them since entering the arena, forcing another script to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

At the same time, Ke Keke Ai fled in a hurry after turning the tide, was attacked by two sides and finally missed one of them, and his tail was cut off immediately.

It's too late for Pan Xiao to cut the tail. If the card can win directly before the witch blew up, now he can only passively follow the changes in the plot.

Dozens of people were having a meeting upstairs and downstairs in the attic of the castle tower to fix their makeup. The director came over temporarily to make up a sideshow, so that he could give the audience an explanation when the feature film was released later.

"Interview, why did Brother Chun take away that red line?"

Wen Yaofeng was resting with his eyes closed, and glanced sideways at him when he heard the question.

After drinking the water, Bai Chun handed the bottle back to the assistant, with the usual expression: "I thought I'd need it after the red line."

The director thought that your excuse was really a genius, and Bai Chun said again: "The fox has two tails, give him the other, at worst I will lend it to him."

"There is only one red line, hand it over and it will be gone."

The editor-director is on the edge of the social animal state and the sugar mode, and it is very difficult to transform: "Okay... okay..."

Wen Yaofeng came over after the editor and director withdrew.

Seeing him, Bai Chun raised his hand to reveal the thread.

"Where did this come from?"

Wen Yaofeng was stunned for a few seconds: "You don't remember?"

Bai Chun frowned: "You suddenly took out such a thing while recording a variety show, it would be very troublesome if there was a scandal or something."

"You really don't remember??" Wen Yaofeng unfolded the cut line, and gestured next to his wrist: "This is for me and you."

Bai Chun was stunned for two seconds, before realizing it later, he said, "This is when the program was first recorded this morning..."

Wen Yaofeng squinted at him.

"The part of the ring recording array..." Bai Chun had spoken coldly just now, but now he finally came back to his senses, and knocked himself on the head suddenly: "I would have known better if I hadn't snatched it."

When passing the ring array in the first pass, the rules restricted them to connect their wrists and not to act separately.

After passing the test, the choreographer said that the rope can be untied. It is not appropriate for two men to be tied together for a whole day, so naturally they cooperated and untied.

The other groups threw away the red rope, but only Wen Yaofeng kept it close to his body, reluctant to throw it away.

"Didn't you recognize it when you snatched it?" Wen Yaofeng was angry and funny, and put the red rope back into his pocket: "Then give it back to me, it has nothing to do with you."

The tips of Bai Chun's ears were all red, and he couldn't ask for more for a while, so he said sullenly, "Childish ghost."

When he was in position again, the chief director also arrived at the scene, and strictly and clearly explained the shooting method of the meeting to all the guests.

"Now Pan Ke is a human, Jiang Bai is a fox, Wen Yaofeng and the witch are both half-demons, and the game is over if any family of human and fox is wiped out."

"Buddhist scriptures have two functions. The first is to slap the Buddhist scriptures on the witch's chest to save her soul and re-enter reincarnation. The second is to throw them into the fire to make all the ghosts present, including the witches and all the demon guests. .”

"The choice is up to you, just act according to your intuition."

"Four cameras in place, three, two, one—"

The nine-tailed fox entered through the broken window of the high-rise building, roared and transformed into a human form, and transformed back into a nine-tailed shrine maiden carrying a dagger.

The long knife in her hand was dripping with blood, and every step she took left blood marks.

"They're all rubbish." She sneered, "What about demons, what about people."

"It's just that they act recklessly based on their desires, and treat their fellow clan as a joke."

"Today is a blood sacrifice, and Huangquan Road is also a good companion."

The witch's eyes sharpened, and she drew her sword and slashed at Wen Yaofeng. The latter blocked with a backhand, and the double blade hit the sound of gold and stone.

Onmyoji led the other three people to rush up to the top floor, stretched out his hand and threw the talisman away: "Hurry up like a law—"

The witch smiled grimly, turned around and was about to attack the other three, the Onmyoji yelled, "What are you still doing, burn the scriptures!"

Wen Yaofeng walked forward quickly with the scriptures in his hands, beckoning others to help hold up the out-of-control woman.

It was too late to say it, but the witch actually held the handle of the knife in her mouth and slammed her head, cutting off the jade pendant on Pan Xiao's chest!

The director signed up coldly: "Pan Xiao, you are dead."

Pan Xiao's face turned green, he fell down clutching his chest, and obediently continued to play the corpse.

Onmyoji suddenly grabbed the witch's shoulders behind him, and Wen Yaofeng immediately printed the Buddhist scriptures on her chest.

The witch let out a painful roar, and cursed while struggling: "You——why—"

She staggered and knelt down, and the onmyoji also knelt down on her knees, and said in a low voice with red eyes, "Hurry up and wake up."

"Let go—I still want—it hurts—"

Wen Yaofeng realized that the purification was not completely over, and he did not dare to let go of the Buddhist scriptures with his hands.

Knowing that the situation was over, the witch took out a round sapphire in the confusion and threw it to Ke Ai who was at a loss.

"You are born a fox, you are not as good as the human being who protects me," the witch gave Bai Chun a bitter look, and begged Ke Ke, "Hurry up, get out of here, and live for us—"

Onmyoji's expression changed, and he pressed her and said, "Hurry up and grab it, it's her inner alchemy!!"

Wen Yaofeng's scalp was numb: "Do you still need to press this Buddhist scripture?!"

"No, you go and grab it!!!"

Wen Yaofeng got up and rushed to find Ke Ai, suddenly stepped on the hand of a corpse, and then apologized reflexively: "Sorry, sorry buddy, I didn't see it."

A corpse with the surname Pan was holding back until his face turned green, and he forced himself to hold back even if he wanted to respond.

Ke Ai never expected that the last human being would be herself, she jumped down from the White Bird Terrace as soon as she gritted her teeth while holding the sapphire.

Wen Yaofeng: "!!!!!!"

The two foxes looked at each other.

Jiang Qi covered his head with both hands: "I have high blood pressure and can't jump off the building!"

Bai Chun pointed to the stairs and said, "This way?"

Onmyoji shook his head quickly: "It's too late to take the stairs, there is a carriage waiting downstairs, and the only way to catch up is by jumping on the White Bird Stage."

Half-demon Gouzi: "Damn—"

Ke Ke, who looked at the thin and slender ALPHA, danced as soon as he said it, and now the two old actors, the four cameras, and his sweetheart are all watching here.

Wen Yaofeng thought that he had lost face once when he was a child, and this time he would break his demons if he said anything, but he didn't hesitate too much and went up to the White Bird Terrace.

Bai Chun didn't expect that he really planned to dance for this show, so he hurried forward to replace him.

Wen Yaofeng stood on the edge of the White Bird Terrace, and saw Ke Ke just climbed off the giant inflatable cushion at a glance. The height of the three-story building directly caught his breath.

Childhood fears seemed to resurface again.

On the day when the primary school held the sports meeting, the illusion of harmony that his parents had maintained for a long time was shattered.

A parent in the next class was also my father's mistress, and came over to say hello with a smile on her face.

His mother collapsed until her eyeliner dripped all over her face. Wen Yaofeng was standing on the high bridge, and the starting gun was about to go off.

All the children are held by their parents, only Wen Yaofeng stands there, as if it should not have existed from the beginning.

That fall was humiliating and helpless. He originally insisted on proving himself, but in the end he was nothing.

The fall left half of his body bruised and scarred, and in the end he couldn't recover anything.

He closed his eyes and let the high wind blow his hair.

Then he jumped down one second before the dark memory spread.

The valve of weightlessness was instantly opened, and the limbs rose uncontrollably in the opposite direction. Time suddenly seemed to be slowed down hundreds of times.

He is falling, like a bird with its wings clipped, like a morning star exiled by light.

In an instant, the other hand grasped him forcefully. First, he pushed upwards forcefully, and then he was also uncontrollably pushed upwards by gravity and inertia.

The strength of the handshake was so deep that it seemed to be tightly bound by a red thread, and it was never loosened from the beginning to the end.

The moment Wen Yaofeng opened his eyes, only Bai Chun, who fell from the high platform with him again, could be seen in his pupils.

They were able to look at each other deeply in the headwinds and winds.