Son of the Bone

-1-

The time is set for this moment.

The faces of other people began to show envious or surprised expressions, and the object of being watched changed from Qi Lin to the rumor spreader.

At this moment, the boy kept looking around in embarrassment, only hoping that someone would explain the situation for him.

The monitor, who was always good-tempered, was quite displeased at this moment, and said in a cold voice, "I remember you failed the last [-]-meter long-distance race, so don't even think about backflips or anything like that?"

These words sounded like they were trying to persuade him not to act recklessly, but the run on them made everyone else laugh.

Qi Lin looked at him, raised his eyes and said, "You dare not take such a good opportunity?"

Comparing singing, dancing, and physical skills with this person is like bullying.

No, nothing compares to being weak.

The man stared at him angrily, and said bitterly: "Give me time, and I can practice like you!"

"Okay." Qi Lin nodded and said, "I'll wait? How long?"

"There's no need to wait—" Teacher Ping strode in with a stack of gymnastics hoops, glanced at those people, and asked back: "Don't go to my office to beg me to change your grades for the final exam."

The faces of those who made a fuss just now were blue and white, and they were so embarrassed that they didn't dare to skip class openly. Now they are suffering every minute and every second in the classroom.

Those mocking and scrutinizing gazes all moved to themselves, removing their self-esteem like laser knives.

The small circle in the class has always swayed with the trend, and it will be a matter of time before they are collectively isolated.

Jiang Jue glanced at them, and returned to the queue with the others, ready to start class.

Deserve it.

The approval of the hospital will not come until tomorrow because the leader is on a business trip.

They didn't go anywhere in a tacit agreement after class, and went straight back to the dormitory.

Just as Jiang Jue opened the door and turned on the lights, Qi Lin came back with a bag of fresh strawberries in his hand.

As soon as the door and curtains were closed, the uneasiness of being exposed subsided again, and even breathing was much more relaxed.

"The owner of the fruit shop brought a new notebook and asked me to sign it." Qi Lin leaned over to wash strawberries with him, and his movements were quite neat: "I feel like he is waiting for me like a prey."

Jiang Jue bent down quite naturally and let him feed one, picking strawberry stalks beside him: "How many books is this?"

"The third one—the security guard downstairs almost wants to open a peripheral store for me."

"By the way, there are still a lot of birthday presents at the door today." Jiang Jue paused, thought for a while and said, "Is your birthday in——July?"

Qi Lin raised his head and thought for a while, "Yes, that was basically my most tiring day."

To hold a fan meeting, to record a thank you video, to thank those famous people who forwarded it on Weibo one by one, and after the fan meeting at noon, there will be a reception in the evening in the industry.

This is no longer celebrating his birthday, but celebrating the symbol 'Qi Lin'.

In the past year, when Jiang Jue and Qi Lin celebrated their birthdays, they were both so busy that they didn't even think to send text messages to wish them well.

When Jiang Jue celebrated his birthday in December, he was still concentrating on mastering the script of "Star Journey", and Qi Lin was busy with the book of "Golden Key" this year, so it was a gift to find time to get a good night's sleep.

They washed the strawberries and put them in small bowls, made two cups of barley tea, chatted and drank tea together, and it felt like a holiday.

Once these two days pass, one will go back to film fight scenes, and the other will start filming green screen clips. It is unknown whether they can make a phone call to say good night to each other before going to bed.

When Qi Lin was leaning against Jiang Jue, even if he wasn't hugging him, he would relax into a defenseless state.

Holding the small porcelain cup and blowing hot air, he asked curiously, "Why did you choose to act?"

Jiang Jue ate strawberries, thought for a while and said, "It's the same reason as my mother."

"Acting... allows me to experience other people's lives, and then better understand what kind of life I want."

Play the ordinary people who are smart but are misunderstood by their cleverness, the power officials who have experienced great sorrow and joy, and the passionate lovers who seek but end up in depression, to feel their real breath and heartbeat, to understand their depression or intense emotions.

When acting, every plot seems to be a life I never chose.

Jiang will never beg his boss not to fire him, nor will he forcefully smile in a disintegrated marriage, but after experiencing all this with someone else's soul, he will be more determined about the path he wants to take.

Because I have experienced each of your choices, I will understand better what I want.

Qi Lin held the cup and listened to him quietly, and said for a while, "It seems to be true."

Some actors may not be able to act in their entire lives. They play a role that is depressed but not loved, and they will suffer from love for the rest of their lives.

But for an actor like Jiang Yanzhi, she really won't go back after she is out of the show, and many of the choices she makes in reality are very different from those famous roles.

She will retire bravely at the peak of her career, spend several years abroad to study jewelry design, and at any age in her life, she can do whatever she wants without being restricted by the media and public opinion.

Jiang Jue not only inherited Bai Ping's profundity and bookishness, but also inherited his mother's sobriety and ego, so he became the interesting and serious person he is today.

"What about you?" Jiang Jue fed him a strawberry and asked curiously, "I feel that if you only become a singer, you can be very successful."

"I was studying acting, or acting in a movie... At the beginning, I really just felt that this was a very interesting new choice." Qi Lin thought for a while and said, "But after meeting you, many thoughts have changed."

He sat up straighter and began to tell a story about himself.

According to his father's plan, Qi Lin could return to China to make his debut after being a trainee abroad, or study business, and then enter SPF or other companies to become executives in the future.

But when he went to rescue stray cats that day, a passer-by caught and took a photo of him, and he accidentally became a unicorn boy like an Internet celebrity.

Later, he went to participate in the talent show variety show, and won the championship without any suspense by virtue of his writing and playing and singing skills.

"So I became an idol for more than four years." Qi Lin recalled the past, only feeling that the time passed too fast: "For a long time, I thought that this life would be like this."

Even if it is spread on the streets abroad, it will be followed and secretly photographed. To deal with countless announcements and programs, where to buy a can of Coke, you may be trapped for more than ten minutes to sign a group photo, just like a dog that has to be plucked by everyone. like a dog.

It's not necessarily because you like him, but to a large extent... it's just to satisfy yourself.

"Then you met me." Jiang Jue took a sip of tea and said, "If I kiss you publicly, I'm afraid it will be on the trending searches in a minute after the scandal."

Qi Lin turned to look at him, smiled and didn't speak for a long time.

"After I met you," he said softly, "I realized that I also have the talent to break into other fields."

"I will feel that... I am worthy of care and respect."

He has been accustomed to a rather utilitarian environment for many years. Even if he asked Jiang Juejiao to teach him, the first thing he thought about was how to exchange benefits fairly—could give class fees and resources, as if others were treating him well It must be for something.

From beginning to end, Jiang Jue was peaceful and had nothing to ask for.

He took care of him, taught him plays, and accompanied him to do homework, all just because they were friends, not because he was Qi Lin.

In front of him, Qi Lin can play mischievously or act coquettishly. He never has to put on a persona or smile. If he fails the exam, he can sulk in the dormitory with a stinking face.

Although all of this has something to do with the family background, it is already very precious.

Jiang Jue was watching his expression at this moment, feeling inexplicably that he didn't understand him well enough.

Still haven't felt it.

Qi Lin was like a bird that broke into the nest from a storm, its feathers were soaked and he was in a mess.

He shared the warmth and peace of the nest with him, but he himself was getting closer and closer to the howling storm.

Airline tickets are row seats again.

They all held hands in the back and exchanged a tender final kiss before getting out of the nanny's car.

At the moment of getting off the car, the distance is separated, and each drags their own boxes. Even in the waiting room, they will not snuggle together, and become restrained and friendly friends again.

Three days are over.

Bai Ping and Jiang Sun were waiting for them.

Jiang Jue handed over the suitcase to the assistant, and went straight to Bailuan City by himself.

There are still three hours, after it gets dark, we will start filming The Kiss of Longzhu.

He sat back in front of the vanity mirror and began to fix various things such as hair sets.

While applying eye shadow, Jiang Yanzhi appeared with a doll-like thing.

"Look at this." She lifted the things in her arms.

It wasn't even a doll—it was a green trapezoidal cotton bucket with a few sequins on it.

"This is..." Jiang Jue had a vague premonition.

"This is your opponent today." Jiang Yanzhi smiled rather gloatingly: "This is Tianlong, do you want to touch the dragon's head?"

Jiang Jue took a deep breath for a moment, and reached out to touch the green cotton bucket.

Lifeless, even the eyes are not painted.

He knew what was going on - on the movie screen, it would be a blue dragon with scales and long horns, circling down from the clouds, and finally summoned out of his real body by the Dragon Blood Seal he was holding.

It will be holy, majestic, mysterious and magically beautiful.

In the artist's design, even a fang is so realistic that people want to avoid it.

The problem is that, purely for now, the faucet is like a green log.

"I'll try my best." He touched the prop, feeling a little lost.

Tonight, Jiang Yanzhi only had to act as a bystander who came in a hurry, and he didn't even have a few lines, let alone look at the green screen to find his feelings.

She stepped on it ahead of time, and now she was sitting beside her with a playful smile: "And there will be a big blower next to it."

Jiang Jue stopped touching the props, turned to look at her and said, "How many?"

"Three sets." Jiang Yanzhi added half-jokingly: "You have to stand in the middle of a bunch of cameras and blowers, so don't try to use the environment to get into the scene."

What he learned on the stage of drama before is really of little use at the moment.

Jiang Jue knew that this was his mother getting the vaccination, but he didn't realize how troublesome it was until he went to the set with all the costumes and make-up done.

The entire Zhulong Terrace is designed as a conch-shaped spiral structure, and the camera will be shot in the dark. Not only will thousands of bright candles shine, but thousands of people's silk, bamboo, zither and drums will resonate at the same time.

But the problem is that in the actual shooting, whether it is the shouts of the people kneeling and kowtowing in circles, or the sound of the silk and bamboo troupe in the distance, which is completely used as a set, they will disappear in the powerful noise of the blower.

Jiang Jue had to stand facing the wind in a wide robe, and the long-haired python robe was constantly swaying by the strong wind of the real dragon's descending.

However, the dragon is fake, and there is no cloud. Everything can only be made up by brain.

The Prime Minister stood on the high platform silently looking for a feeling for a while, and then found that he didn't feel it at all.

In the distance, Jiang Falcon was walking quickly, followed by a prop master holding a tall pole.

The pole must be at least four or five meters long, with a small green ball glued to it.

"This is the guidance of the eyes of the dragon flying and circling in the sky," Jiang Sun said loudly from the audience: "You must follow it!"

Jiang Jue stared at the little green ball dangling high above, took a deep breath and nodded.

-2-

As soon as the weather cools down, the wind is like being immersed in a glacier, making people want to shiver.

As the night fell, wave after wave of members of the crowd changed into costumes and began to wait in the audience slowly and chaotically.

Jiang Jue stood alone on the high platform, with the camera's slide rail and blower beside him, and his thick and complicated robe didn't seem to keep him warm.

He even wore autumn clothes and johns in September, and he was short of putting on two warm baby pieces.

Although there are often strong winds on the high platform, it may not be able to blow obediently in the direction the director wants. One blower is placed at the highest point to blow him, and two blowers are placed at the center to blow the kneeling people under the platform. It's like a renovation site, so noisy that people may not even be able to hear themselves clearly.

The people in the audience are actually fine, but Jiang must pay attention to the signal light in the distant view and the little green ball flying from near to far at the same time, and complete the performance in the center of the noise.

Just waiting for all the people in the audience to take their seats, and then waiting for the assistant director to tell the trick again through the loudspeaker, Jiang Jue's feet were numb from the cold.

"Take a picture and go through it first!" Jiang Fal held the microphone and said, "Get ready for Area A and Area B!"

Jiang Jue stretched out his hand to take the dragon blood seal from the prop master, and found that even the jade seal had been turned into a green square this time.

Holding the light and fluffy sponge, he kept suggesting to himself.

This is Yuxi This is Yuxi This is Yuxi...

How does this thing look like a jade seal! !

"Ready to confirm!"

The blowers were all activated, and a gust of wind sprayed towards him, and the blown robe began to look like many people were dragging him back.

"three!"

The crowd of extras in the audience finally stood up together, and all the green screen props were in place.

"two!"

Jiang Jue looked at the little green ball dangling in a higher place, thinking that the experience school is really impossible, and he can only rely on the method to force it.

"one!"

Tantaiming held the jade seal in his hand, looked at the clouds above the evening night, and knelt down devoutly.

That Fang Yuxi was too heavy, and it took some effort to even lift it above his head.

Thunder and lightning struck like a thunderbolt, and the entire Zhulong Terrace flashed light and shadow, even several candles were blown out violently.

In the next second, countless people in the audience suddenly exclaimed, and some even raised their hands to point to the sky, and knelt down one after another.

The wind was getting stronger.

Tantai Ming turned his head slowly, and saw the looming figure cruising in the Jiuchongtian——

The long dragon looks so flexible and mysterious, even its long tail is like a fish swimming.

Jiang Jue knelt there holding the sponge, his knees were so cold that he could barely feel it.

"Freeze frame - let's change the angle to shoot! Don't change your expression!"

The camera on the crane arm and the fixed track began to change the angle and position at the same time, while the small green ball indicating the position of Tianlong in the distance was still swinging up and down dutifully.

"Go on—come on, chant the mantra!"

An unbelievably ecstatic expression appeared on Tantai Ming's face, and he showed the Dragon's Blood Seal that had started to shine more and more high in the sky, and began to read out his congratulatory speech aloud——

The next moment, the light and shadow on the field changed several times, and lightning continued to cut through the night sky again!

More and more people rushed over, shouting that the real dragon has appeared, and bowing with their heads bowed.

Countless people gathered under the high platform, and refused to leave even if the strong wind blew incessantly. They all knelt down and kowtowed.

From a distance, the green wood-like prop was lifted by the pole and began to move around Jiang Jue's head.

Jiang Jue's eyes were red, and he knelt there like a pilgrimage, put the green sponge in front of his knees, and began to call for the real dragon to come down to the world.

"Closer!"

"Interact! You need to interact emotionally with the dragon in the sky!" Jiang Falcon's voice came from the loudspeaker.

Jiang Jue stared at the green squares scurrying around like fleas in the sky, and tried his best to show a sincere expression, even his hands and body were trembling from the cold.

It's so cold, the wind blows so hard that I can't even feel my toes.

"Very good! The expression is very sincere! Keep shooting! There must be close-ups here!"

As if the Dragon Blood Seal had sensed the arrival of the alien beast, it began to emit a golden-red light.

Tantai Ming looked at the Canglong who was circling close to him, stumbled to his feet, was staggered by the strong wind, and took a step forward with Yuxi in his arms.

The dragon finally revealed its true colors in the wind and mist, and its light golden animal eyes suddenly opened, staring at the existence of the master.

Tantai Ming took a deep breath, and took another step forward.

"Let's go, let's get ready to interact!" Jiang Sun said loudly in front of the monitoring screen: "Props! Props go a little further! Come and start contacting!"

The huge green cotton bucket tentatively approached him, and Jiang Jue slowly raised his palm.

The hidden signal lights under the stage turned red, and more and more extras began to raise their heads to witness this amazing scene.

At the moment when the corner of the big prop finally touched his palm, the camera next to it began to rotate continuously along the track——

"Now start to take a close-up of the rotating expression! The lighting and expression change at the same time! Dim the light and then brighten it, pay attention to the angle!"

Jiang Jue let the palm touch the prop, constantly hypnotizing himself to find different and changing expressions.

The sound of the wheel pushing the camera next to it was mixed with the sound of the violent wind, and the nearby light flickered on and off, making people dizzy.

"Pay attention to the angle! Let's continue!"

He has been changing expressions for 2 minutes.

This face is just like facial makeup, and you have to repeat all kinds of emotions several times——

On the screen, this is the zoomed-in slow motion of the moment when you are kissed by the dragon.

But which expression to edit and what effect to produce depends on the director and the visual team.

"Okay! Another one!"

Then this scene was filmed from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am.

Jiang Yanzhi prepared two pots of ginger soup for him in advance, and finished them all at twelve o'clock.

Regardless of whether it is windy or snowy, when making a movie, you have to find the best part among hundreds or thousands of entries. A TV series may be able to finish two episodes a day, but a movie can finish four scenes in a day, which is already super efficient.

It wasn't until the end that Jiang Juedong realized why he didn't get a green stone, but a green sponge.

If it was a cold stone, he might not even be able to lift it up at this time, let alone bare hands.

The camera on the arc-shaped track turned several times like a mill, and even the prop crew who lifted the pole changed several times.

Jiang Jue knelt on a high place, his consciousness was a little blurred by the strong wind, but he vaguely saw the dragon.

His emotions overlapped and resonated with Tantai Ming in a trance, as if he really saw the silver-scaled golden-eyed Canglong come from the Nine Heavens and touched his palm at that moment.

It was like being blessed by the gods.

-3-

Qi Lin didn't expect martial arts scenes to be so difficult to shoot.

He usually slaps the actors in the TV dramas for excuses, and he doesn't dare to use his real strength when he acts.

Bai Ping is usually quite easy to talk with a smile on his face, but in front of the monitoring screen, he can't say anything.

To step on, to kick, to punch, to hit is a real hit, and the fist can scratch the skin.

Feinting a shot, even if the acting is resembling, it will have to start all over again.

"Again, use your strength." Bai Ping said briefly, "Kick towards your face when kicking, don't hesitate."

Even if you hesitate for a second, worrying about whether you will hurt someone, that's a joke.

Qi Lin took a deep breath, and at the moment he heard the sound of hitting the board, he raised his foot to attack the black man again.

The opponent obviously didn't intend to take another shot, and immediately kicked him hard with a sweeping punch, knocking him far away.

Qi Lin flipped from his passive role with a bounce, and counterattacked nimbly and yet fiercely. A flip locked his neck, and his shoulders, neck, and arms were exerted at the same time, causing the strong man to die instantly.

"Click-"

When Qi Lin heard this voice, he thought he had really broken his neck, and panicked for a moment.

"This one is fine, pass it." Bai Ping stood up, and suddenly saw something was wrong: "What's wrong with your arm?"

The black actor who was pretending to be dead just now opened his eyes, and went to the side to drink cold beer.

Qi Lin glanced at his arm, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with his left arm.

It was only at this time that the severe and sharp pain surged up belatedly, and the pain made him speechless.

"It's dislocated - call a doctor!" Bai Ping said with a frown, "Sit down and don't move."

At that moment just now, because the force of the explosion was too strong, and he applied the wrong point of force, his entire upper arm and shoulder were directly dislocated.

The doctor rushed over and saw the boy was pale and sweating from the pain, and said in a low voice, "It hurts a bit, just bear with it and it will be fine."

He directly pushed and pulled with his hands, and pushed the joint back vigorously——

"Hiss—" Qi Lin was about to burst into tears at this moment, but he didn't make a sound.

It’s good if you pass it, you don’t need to take another shot after passing this one.

"It's been hard work." Bai Ping picked up an ice pack beside him, and helped him apply it to his shoulders: "It will be fine in a few days."

"Don't lift heavy objects these days, and don't overuse your left hand and left arm." The doctor checked other areas of his body for him, and told him, "Call me anytime if you feel uncomfortable."

"Well, thank you."

Qi Lin took a deep breath, but still couldn't relax.

This kind of swelling and pain is more tormenting than the cramping sensation, and the pain makes people speechless even when they move or move.

Fortunately, there is no fracture, if there is a fracture, it will be more troublesome.

The scene manager and other crew members hurried over to confirm the situation, and the assistant director said uncertainly, "Navia hangs up again tomorrow?"

Bai Ping glanced at Qi Lin and asked, "If it hurts, we'll postpone the filming of these scenes until next week."

"It's okay," Qi Lin endured the discomfort and said, "I'll just rest for a day, and I can hang Wia tomorrow."

Bai Ping glanced over his shoulder worriedly, and went to communicate with the doctor again.

Qi Lin has never suffered this kind of crime since he broke his bone during dancing practice.

He tried to hold on to film the later scenes, but was forcibly taken back to the hotel by Bai Ping to rest.

"The expression is terrible, I'll shoot tomorrow after I have a rest." Director Bai Da said coldly, "Don't hold on, if you feel uncomfortable, just call the doctor."

Sitting alone in the hotel room, Qi Lin felt like the sky had suddenly fallen from the sky.

It took only 5 minutes for the arm to be connected after it was dislocated. After all, the doctor has been asked by director Bai to be on call at any time on the set.

He was able to go to bed on time today... It was like a high school senior who suddenly had a vacation.

The discomfort of swelling and pain still lingered, Qi Lin turned on the phone and thought for a moment, but still wanted to see Jiang Jue.

He should be still on set now.

Qi Lin hesitated for a moment, then changed his clothes and was going to look for him.

Chatting a few words or being coquettish and asking for a hug, whatever.

He wanted to see him as much as he wanted sunshine and fresh air.

Even thinking of Jiang Jue in his mind would relieve the pain a bit.

The elevator has been stopped on the first floor, and it is quite slow to come up.

Qi Lin was quite bored while waiting, so he turned on his phone and began to browse Weibo.

There are hundreds of thousands of likes and @, and some sunspots have started frantically sending pictures of car accidents in private messages.

He glanced at the elevator floor and began to search for Jiang Jue's name.

Then came the trailer for "Star Trek".

"——Koshiha, have you really forgotten all this?"

The young man in the ward was pale, and even his breathing was stagnant when he saw everything absurd.

"I'm not Yue Yu, I don't know you guys."

He clenched the sheets tightly, trying to avoid those lenses and eyes.

"Please go out."

The elevator door opened, but Qi Lin didn't go in.

He lowered his head and watched the entire trailer, watching every scene where the idol he played was proud or frightened.

The characters and roles are perfectly integrated, and the characters are naturally born for the plot, and there is no feeling of being out of play.

He played it so well.So good that I couldn't help watching the trailer twice.

There are already hundreds of comments in the comment area, asking each other who this unfamiliar actor is.

In two months, Jiang Jue's identity might become completely different.

Qi Lin looked at the handsome but unfamiliar face in the camera, without blinking for a long time.

He turned off the phone, turned around and returned to the room, and began to silently speak alone.

Jiang Jue sat outside the camera, watching his mother play against the old opera bone under the dim light.

He used to refuse to admit some things - such as his mother's phrase 'I will teach you when you know it'.

He always felt in his heart that if he admitted that he hadn't learned it yet, he was not worthy to be her son.

Jiang Yanzhi never showed this intention, but he was paranoid and refused to lose to her, even though she was actually much stronger than him.

This mentality of wanting to surpass my parents is quite complicated, but it is not a bad thing.

When Jiang Yanzhi played against other old actors, both sides were completely stretched and relaxed.

They can easily substitute into the characters, and start to speak various lines beyond the script itself from the heart of the characters.

The director and screenwriter have absolutely no objection to this act of changing the words, and they will definitely consider where they should be edited again.

But Jiang Jue couldn't do that.

He could only act out the characters in the script, and he couldn't even feel the scenes and emotions outside the script before he came to Bailuan City.

I have to say that to make a movie here, pay and fame are secondary.

Here, even if Jiang Sun stared at him and wrote a bunch of small papers, it can be said that he has benefited a lot.

Jiang Jue quietly listened to their clear and bright lines, observed everyone's actions, and began to prepare for the scene of being assassinated by the queen.

After the one they are shooting now is over, it is time to shoot this part.

Because of the huge and complicated planning of the movie, the order will always be disrupted-the script says 123456, but the order of filming is very likely to be 425136.

If you want to act well, you must constantly switch between different states in different plot periods, and treat this work with the fullest emotion.

He touched the green cotton tube in his arms, thinking that this time he was really going to be stabbed by his mother.

When I first came to the audition, I acted in front of the air, and the feeling was not obvious. This time I have to speak lines with my blood in my mouth.

"Stop—the next one, Jiang Jue is ready!"

The crew quickly rushed over to clean up the set and help touch up the makeup. Jiang Jue put down the script book in his hand, cleared the excess emotions in his mind, and walked in front of the camera again.

Jiang Yanzhi raised his chin and let others help to fill up the makeup on the side of his neck. He glanced at his son and said, "Are you ready?"

Jiang Jue weighed the sharp sword, and it felt quite heavy.

"Speaking of which." He looked at her and said, "I want to struggle after being assassinated."

Jiang Yanzhi raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Okay, I will cooperate with you."

With a sound of hitting the board, the long sword suddenly pierced in.

Tantai Ming only felt a chill in his heart, and the blood in his throat came up in the next second.

The extreme pain reached its peak at a certain moment, an unreal white light began to appear in front of his eyes, and even the corners of his mouth began to flow scarlet blood.

He knelt down involuntarily, his body began to lose temperature and strength.

Death has never been so real.

The empress held the hilt of the sword, with a determined coldness on her old face.

"Does it hurt?"

Tantai Ming stared at her with straight eyes, and wanted to say something, but his voice was choked by the blood in his mouth and he couldn't speak.

He looked down at the blood dripping on his chest in a daze, and then at the queen who beat him to the point of being a monster, and moved to the side viciously as if he didn't believe in his fate, as if trying to break free from the handle that made him cry. The long sword nailed to fate.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xuanhua's face turned cold and stern, and at this moment he clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and at the moment he was struggling, he stabbed in a little more forcefully, the ruthlessness and tearing of the two people's movements directly caused large pieces of blood to spurt out.

Tantai Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, and a mocking smile began to appear in his eyes.

"You...you got your wish."

He slowly raised his head, looking at her unreservedly at this moment.

At this moment, Jiang Yanzhi was suddenly stunned by the eyes, and even his own eyes were subconsciously tinged with fear.

She had never seen Jiang Jue show such a stern and mocking look.

It's like tearing open the wound completely, revealing the flesh and blood turned inside out.

With such direct and hostile eyes, she couldn't even catch the following words.

Anyone who is stared at by such animal-like eyes will have the instinct to avoid it.

At this moment, Tantai Ming smiled desolately but decisively.

He even raised his hand to caress the blood-stained blade, allowing his clean and slender fingers to be stained with dirty blood.

Luo Xuanhua's eyes tightened, and he let go and took a step back, allowing the long sword to penetrate his body.

He was clearly about to die, yet it seemed as if he was being wiped out.

Life is passing by every minute and every second, and even the breath is getting more and more disordered.

Tantai Ming breathed in the air with great gulps, but his spine was always straight, and he refused to just fall down like this.

He stared at the graceful and dignified queen in front of him, his voice hoarse and muddy.

"I shouldn't have kept that half of warmth. I didn't do everything right."

The pain has made him unable to maintain the kneeling position, his body suddenly fell as if the thread was broken, but he was forcibly controlled, and his spine was kept straight.

"what do you think?"

Luo Xuanhua never thought that he would be questioned back. At this moment, he was staring at him, but he couldn't say a word.

She didn't have the confidence to say anything more to him at all, she just hoped that he would die quickly.

"I wish you..." Tantai Ming's consciousness became more and more blurred, but the menacing eyes refused to dissipate.

"I wish you... sleep peacefully day and night, and never hate this life."

In the next second, he fell like a kite with a broken string.

Luo Xuanhua fell to the ground, still out of breath in fear.

Those eyes were still open, just gazing at her with a frightening smile.

"Come on—" she roared sharply, "Come on—"

"Stop!" Jiang Sun got up and waved his hands: "The filming is quite good, there is no need to change it - just this one, call it a day and rest!"

Jiang Yanzhi was a little out of breath at the moment, and the moment he came back to his senses, he picked up his son who was still lying on the ground and pretended to be dead, and a little panicked to confirm that he was really still alive.

"Mom?" Jiang Jue was a little dizzy from being shaken by her: "Are you okay..."

Jiang Yanzhi twitched his head: "Who did you learn from with this look!"

If you dare to use this method to look at her in normal times, kneel on the washboard at home!

Jiang Jue stroked his forehead and smiled, and whispered, "Is the effect okay?"

"You still changed your words!" Jiang Yanzhi took a deep breath and said, "I feel so terrified now! You little bastard!!"