Son of the Bone

If this is an ordinary person who is taken to play games during work hours, he will probably be able to play happily for a long time.

Jiang Jue was even more tired than going to work after one round.

He passed by the bullet several times, and he didn't even know which direction to run. He just wanted to hide in a small corner and squat safely the whole time.

When it comes to running poison, the whole person is exposed to the open environment, and even the heartbeat will suddenly speed up.

It's too dangerous—running like this could be thrown off at any moment.

"You are a vegetarian player." Qi Lin protected him all the way while lying down and eating chicken, and found that he was more tired than himself after the game, and laughed dumbly: "This is not good, let's wait."

If you can be a dog, you can be a dog. After the dog is finished, change from one place to another. Even if the whole world is gunning, I still have to find a place to lie down.

Director, this is far from the murderous character in the script...

Jiang Jue never acted like a baby, at this time he held his mobile phone and looked at him pitifully: "Do you want to come again?"

He would rather contract the chores of the whole crew to sweep the floor for an afternoon.

However, playing games is something that can be done if you are really pushed.

The first few Jiangs either lay down on the ground or were chased around by a group of cute newcomers, all relying on Qi Lin's protection to play to the finals.

However, there are always situations where the enemy suddenly rushes in front of your face.

Jiang Jue didn't even dare to breathe, the movement of holding the phone almost broke it in half.

The man rushed into the room like a headless fly with a shotgun in his hand, but Jiang Jue didn't even have a gun in his hand, so he forced the man into the corner under Qi Lin's soft urging, and took the shotgun at a loss. Fist completed the knockdown and the last knife.

The blood in front of the camera splattered like apple juice, Jiang Jue raised his head to look at Qi Lin in panic, afraid that he had done something wrong.

"It's time for meat." Qi Lin smiled and kissed him: "You can lick the buns."

Jiang Juesheng was afraid that the box would be a scam, so he moved over to touch it cautiously.

Then it was close to graduation in an instant, and the third-level first-level and third-level package AKM had everything.

A certain gentle young man had a lottery-like expression on his face.

Qi Lin saw his expression and thought that it would be beneficial to bring him to the Bronze Bureau to play around.

Then they happily turned on the sweep mode.

When it was time for dinner, Bai Ping finally saw the two boys who didn't know where to hide, and called them over to eat the leg of lamb.

He only glanced up, and found that a certain temperament in his son had been broken.

That warm, tame, and obedient feeling has begun to disappear.

One of Jiang Jue's problems is that he is too obedient.

When the moral level is always on the line, even if the body language of the whole body is mobilized to perform a bad character, it may not make the audience instinctively believe that this character is like this.

Qi Lin unconsciously took him to hide and play games, in fact, he was helping him find the feeling of breaking the rules.

In the days that followed, they were all familiarizing themselves with other environments in the venue.

The weight and feel of the props, the space and distance of the set, the direction from which different camera positions will come, the way and intensity of lighting, and a green ball that acts as a leader.

Jiang Jue sat beside him, watching Qi Lin caressing the green ball with the little red patch thoughtfully.

"You are holding my body." He said solemnly, "Is my head comfortable to the touch?"

Qi Lin rubbed the flannel surface of the ball complicatedly: "Do I really want to play against this thing?"

"Did you see the wall in the back?" Jiang Jue thought for a while, "You have to imagine that I have turned into a bloody dragon, struggling in the sky and trying to fly."

However, there is nothing on the green screen, and it is impossible to help graffiti mark it.

"It's all - I have to play it all by myself." Qi Lin rubbed the ball: "Should we find some way to confirm the flying position?"

If it is an experienced actor, even facing a donkey, he can perform a life and death farewell with his lover.

But now the background and objects of the play do not exist at all. Although the facial expressions and body movements are well camouflaged, it is actually very easy to act badly - because the focus of the eyes is easily lost.

Even if the special effects team can produce very good effects, if the actors are completely at a loss in the scene, many micro-movements will reveal the sense of being out of the scene.

Jiang Jue suddenly thought of those scenes on and off stage when he was filming "Dragon Blood Seal".

He got up to find a clean mop, and held it in front of Qi Lin.

"Imagine, this is me." He shook the cloth strip hanging from the mop, and he began to imagine that it was the long whisker of a dragon.

"Shall we start playing against each other now?" Qi Lin stood up, his eyes began to change.

"I'll accompany you to familiarize yourself with the trajectory." The man hiding under Jiang Jue's cloth like a dragon dance began to raise a mop to circle around him.

In the plot, Yun Ye, who was lifted from the seal, directly forcibly used his strength to escape as a young dragon, but he fell heavily before flying high, and was healed by Xuanyou again, helping him temporarily restore his human form.

"Three, two, one—"

The mop suddenly moved under Qi Lin's hands, and was soon lifted high, and began to fly incoherent waves in the air, like a kite swinging back and forth in a heavy rain.

The ointment in Xuanyou's hand hadn't been applied yet, and she sat there in amazement, reaching out her hand to keep the blood-drenched baby dragon, but she could only look up and watch it desperately trying to fly away—— Fell in panic in the air.

When it finally lost its strength and stumbled down, Xuanyou instinctively rushed over to catch him, and then one person and one dragon were slammed to the ground due to the impact of the fall, rolling several times in succession.

"Get up!" Jiang Jue shouted.

Xuanyou didn't care about her bruised arm, tried hard to keep her balance while rolling, and immediately stood up, showing a panicked look, looking at the dirty blood that kept gushing out between the dragon's body and her own hands.

He chanted the spell anxiously and shortly, using the light in his palm to try his best to heal the injury of the young dragon, but he had never seen such rotten and festering wounds one after another, and even the voice of the chanting trembled and stammered .

In the next second, the young dragon's eyes showed hostility and ferocity, and it began to struggle violently.

It lost all its sanity long ago because of the pain and hatred, and didn't know what to do.

"Don't move—don't move!" The light in Xuanyou's hand was unsteady, and he stretched out his hand to try to hug and fix it, but his face was splashed with pus and blood, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

The young dragon leaped forward and fell to the ground again, almost on the verge of death.

In the past few hundred years, even the dragon's horn, which is regarded as the highest dignity, has been broken by stubborn immortals, and its spiritual power has long since dried up, and there is very little left.

Jiang Jue put the mop on the ground aside, and reached out to pick up Qi Lin who had fallen on the ground.

When Qi Lin got up, the white T-shirt on his body had already been rubbed with dust marks, and he sneezed accordingly.

The two helped each other to pat the dirty ash on their bodies, and when they turned their heads, they saw the auntie cleaner looking at them stiffly.

From her point of view, there is a young man who has gone crazy, rolling on the ground with a mop in his arms, and is still muttering.

Qi Lin's face was ashamed, and he showed a rather embarrassed smile.

Jiang never cared much about other people's eyes. After all, he had performed things that were more shameful than this before, and he only helped to pat the dust on his legs.

"Have you found the feeling?"

"You know drama very well." Qi Lin looked at him and said, "Did you just come up with the whole set of motion trajectories just now?"

Jiang Jue blinked and smiled, and said calmly: "When I was reading a novel, I was always making up all the pictures in my brain, just like a storyboard."

Bai Ping was sitting not far away, watching the two kids play on the phone, and smiled gratifiedly.

"Jiang Jue—" he said in front of other staff members: "You have been eating and sleeping with Qi Lin these days, the two of you are looking for a relationship."

Jiang Jue froze, realizing what he was talking about.

Before Qi Lin could react, he controlled the smile on his face and nodded quite reservedly.

"You're in trouble." Jiang Jue looked at Qi Lin and said, "What he means is... from today onwards, I won't be able to eat with chopsticks."

Qi Lin was stunned for a few seconds: "Huh?"

The crew once again optimized the overall planning and decided to start filming in Studio A four days later.

In the morning, they learn various systematic movements under the guidance of dance instructors and martial arts instructors. In the afternoon, they occasionally go to listen to the play by the screenwriter team, or get familiar with costumes and various weapons.

Other supporting actors have already joined the group, and they are all speaking nervously silently.

If this was a film by other directors, they might still dare to sneak out to accept commercials and endorsements while filming, and it would be best to do another variety show at the same time.

But director Bai's play, no one dared to make him face.

At night, Jiang Jue followed Qi Lin back to the hotel room, and the weird thing finally happened.

Qi Lin originally wanted to make a cup of tea with him to match the lines, or drag him to take a bath again.

But after the two of them changed their shoes, Jiang Jue silently knelt on the ground, found a position and lay down on the carpet.

——What kind of operation is this!

Qi Lin took a deep breath and was a little speechless: "What are you playing...?"

"What my dad meant," Jiang Jue slumped on the carpet, said sullenly, "I want to stay in your room, and start to get into Yun Ye's drama these few days."

Qi Lin still didn't react: "Can't we just stand and chat?!"

There was a person paralyzed on the floor of the room, it always felt like I was about to start shooting a horror movie! !

"Do you still remember the first few scenes where I played with you, what state was I in?"

——Yun Ye was forcibly locked back into human form by Xuanyou.

If he didn't lock it, his soul might be wiped out immediately.

However, Yun Ye has been imprisoned for hundreds of years, and may not even be able to speak, let alone other abilities.

Bai Ping still takes care of his son, letting him experience this state in private——

From the moment he entered the room, Jiang Jue's limbs no longer belonged to him.

It was Yun Ye who was nearly paralyzed and struggled to even crawl.

Strictly speaking, it can only be regarded as a humanoid animal.

An animal that only uses its face to eat.

The author has something to say: Note: Because it is the Bronze Bureau! !That's why there are Mengxin who can't tell the difference between AKM and AK47, and are kicked out with fists when they have armor and heads! !

Not mistaken, this is real everyday (from an old bronze shout x)