Two A's are not good results!

The hem of the black robe is exquisitely embroidered with crabapple flowers, and the golden thread is glowing in the sun.

Yan Chuan held a long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was naturally facing down. He closed his eyes halfway, and his lips curved slightly.

It looks like a very relaxed posture, but it's full of murderous looks?

Then, Sheng Can saw Yan Chuan, who was in mid-air, raise it? A long sword with bright red blood dripping from the tip, pointing straight ahead and swooping down? It should be a smooth movement, but he saw Yan Chuan being held in the air Ya's rope? Turned it over a few times with a slight pull.

Sheng Can stood far away and could only see the shooting site? A circle of people surrounded him.

The crowd screamed, and then gathered in one direction.

"Are you okay?!"

"What's wrong??!!"

Sheng Can was almost suffocated in place, his mind went blank.

Really? What the hell are you afraid of?

Sheng Can cursed secretly, and by the time he realized it, he had pushed aside the crowd and stood in front of Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan was sitting on the ground, with a half-loose wire hanging from his waist.

Some of the costumes he was wearing were heavily colored, and there were dazzling red blood drops on his hands and face.

Sheng Can's lips trembled. He was startled. He took out his phone regardless of how flustered he looked, and the hands that pressed the buttons were trembling.

"Teacher Sheng..." The surrounding staff couldn't help but utter.

Sheng Can took a few deep breaths? He stabilized his hand holding the phone, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of ice, and he cursed: "What the hell are you doing here? Can't you make emergency calls?!"

"Chan Zai..."

Sheng Can's eyes locked on Yan Chuan, who was about to use the manpower around him to get up, "Why the hell are you moving? You'll be fine if you can talk? Is that right? Ah? Do you know how tall that place is? !"

Sheng Can in front of him had an aggressive, even fierce face on his face, and what he said was not polite.

Yan Chuan stared at the end of his reddish eyes and sighed. He stood up on the ground, limped and walked in front of Sheng Can, pinched the still trembling hand of the other party, and Press him into your arms.

"It's okay, Canzai." Yan Chuan rubbed the back of Sheng Can's neck with his free hand, and pressed him on his shoulder, "I'm fine."

Alpha, who had a ferocious face just now, was still trembling, and the panic and fear in his heart were fully exposed at this time.

Sheng Can's mind was still a little dazed. To be precise, he saw Yan Chuan fall down suddenly, with blood stains on his body, and his mind was never clear.

He pointed to a dark and dark patch on the black robe, "Is it intentional? The blood syrup splashed on it."

Yan Chuan lightly squeezed the hand on the back of Sheng Can's neck, and continued to appease. Yan Chuan lowered his head, "This is also a special effect makeup on the face, you can smell it."

Sheng Canmu's mind gradually returned to his senses, and the tip of his nose smelled a faint sweet smell. As Yan Chuan said, the blood stains on his body were all makeup effects.

Sheng Can was dubious: "Are you okay?"

Yan Chuan tapped his left leg, "Is this the cramp?"

"That's it?" Sheng Can came back to his senses, he no longer dared to look into the eyes of the people around him.

Getting angry without confirming the situation clearly is simply embarrassing.

But the person who had been standing behind Yan Chuan without saying a word opened his mouth like a joke, "Hey, the young man has a very good relationship, what kind of voice? Call me confused? I thought you were really? What's the matter? .”

The speaker was thin and thin, with half-white hair but energetic.

Sheng Can covered his face halfway with his hands, thinking that it would be impossible for this crew to come in the future?

Yan Chuan saw Sheng Can's uneasiness, so he smiled and took Sheng Can's hand, "Okay? Director Lu, the family members are here? Is it not too much for me to miss work for a while?"

Just after such an episode, Director Lu originally planned to let Yan Chuan rest for a while before continuing. He waved his hand, smilingly, and signaled the surrounding staff to disperse quickly, " 15 minutes, too much? Deduct money. If you have something to say, you can’t say it when you go home.”

People around scattered a lot, Yan Chuan closed his eyes halfway, and squeezed Sheng Can's hand tighter, "What should I do, my leg is still cramping."

Sheng Can still had an unnatural look on his face, but did he consider Yan Chuan's limping appearance just now? It's not like acting.

He licked his lips, and his tone was self-defeating, "Then I...help you sit there?"

Yan Chuan nodded, and intentionally put the hand that had rubbed Xue Zhu to Sheng Can's.

The bright red of that piece is different from those special effects outfits, Sheng Can hesitated, "You scratched a piece."

As if Yan Chuan had just discovered it, he nodded perfunctorily, "Well, it's nothing serious."

Sheng Can glanced at Yanchuan, and asked Su Wenwen, who was following behind them, to take the ointment, "Roll it in the soil, at least it needs to be disinfected."

Yan Chuan nodded, "Okay, my right hand is inconvenient, can you help me?"

Su Wenwen is Yanchuan's life assistant. He travels everywhere on weekdays? With a small medicine box, alcohol and cotton swabs are naturally indispensable.

Sheng Can had never done this job before, so he was in a hurry for a while, but Yan Chuanhe was hit by it? The evil spirits would say that he was light at one time, and heavy again at another time.

Sheng Can adjusted his strength carefully at first, but later figured out that Yan Chuan was just looking for trouble.

He looked up at Yan Chuan with a chill, and squeezed Yan Chuan's hand with a small injury in the palm of his hand, and the movement of his hand was even stronger.

"hiss."

Sheng Can put on a half-smile: "Does it hurt?"

Before the other party responded, Sheng Can continued with a blank expression: "I'll give it to you if it hurts? Are you bragging? Do you want it?"

Su Wenwen, who was assisting Sheng Can next to him, made up his mind. Can Zai, who looked very wild, was blowing expressionlessly, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

With a smile in Yan Chuan's eyes, he raised his hand up? "Okay."

"It hurts." Yan Chuan emphasized, he half-closed his eyes and lowered his voice, a little aggrieved at first.

Sheng Can glanced at the big camera on the side, he raised his eyes, and bumped into Yan Chuan's smiling eyes.

Yan Chuan deliberately molested him in front of the camera.

Realizing this, his heart seemed to be flooded by boiling water, and Sheng Can suddenly felt a reluctance to admit defeat.

He lowered his head slightly, and saw that Yan Chuan's fingertips were also stained with red, so small that it was hard to tell whether it was real blood or fake blood.

As soon as Sheng Can raised his head, he gently pinched the red spot, and then put it into his mouth.

The sweet and greasy taste dissipated instantly, and Sheng Can suddenly thought, this is fake blood made from syrup, and he was tricked by Yan Chuan again?

"Hold..."

Su Wenwen's soft voice brought Sheng Can back to his senses.

What is he doing.

There are Su Wenwen and the camera next to it?

Damn, even if it doesn't? It shouldn't be like this.

The smile in Yan Chuan's eyes was gone, and his already dark pupils became even more gloomy.

Sheng Can pushed away Yan Chuan in a panic, and when they parted, he seemed to feel that Yan Chuan's fingers hooked on the tip of his tongue.

Fuck?

"It's 15 minutes? Hurry up to film." Sheng Can said forcefully. He lowered his head and fiddled with cotton swabs and alcohol bottles repeatedly. His ears were red from the tips of his ears to his neck.

I'm trying to post a better time qwq

At present, it seems that the effect of increasing at nine o'clock in the evening is the best, so in the future, it may be fixed at nine o'clock in the evening.