After the big brother's paper man is reborn

Under the wide-angle lens, the snow is thin.

Lu Xiao, who was wearing a long gown with silver snow cross-collar, faced the camera with a sneer on his lips.

"You asked me why I betrayed my master, why I slaughtered 130 inner disciples, and why I insisted on fighting for that Qiankun Pearl..."

Wearing a jade crown, Lu Xiao leaned over with one hand behind his back with a sneer, lowered his voice and said softly, "Isn't it because of you, Master?"

The long eyebrows on the temples are lightly raised, and the brows are picturesque on the snowy face.After a while, the bright red lips parted slightly, and he let out a sigh that was not full of words.

"Master, you were born as a fairy, and you never know the sufferings of the world. You only know that all disciples who have become demons should be killed, but how did you know why my disciple, I became demons?"

The pupils inlaid with blood-colored colored contact lenses dilated in an instant, Lu Xiao leaned over, but his peerless beauty laughed extraordinarily maniacally.

"You immortals, you have always been aloof. You don't have emotions and desires. You don't know how to love and hate. My disciple admires you and tells you my heart, but you say that I have fallen into a demon, and take me to the elder who is in charge of punishment. Three of my ribs were injured. Then, Master, you personally ordered me to be expelled from Yinxue Peak..."

"Master!"

There was no one in front of him, but there was a slight change on Lu Xiao's face, his eyes were almost obsessed.The red lips parted slightly, and her breathing was short of breath.He stretched out his right hand forward, as if he wanted to caress the person who was imprisoned by the chains below, but also seemed to be talking to himself, and a tear gradually gathered in the corner of his eye.

"Master! This disciple has been chasing you for 900 years, but you have never responded to my disciple's begging for mercy once."

"Master..."

The voice gradually lowered, almost to a whisper.

The simple artificial snow on the set fluttered one after another, floating all over the ground like silver flakes, and falling on Lu Xiao's long black hair, which was half draped behind him, also stained the teardrop white.

pat.

Tears fell in the snowflakes.

A sudden gust of wind blew up in the temporary studio where the sky could not be seen and the ground could not be stepped on.The wind howled and the whistle blew sharply.

The little assistant suppressed the goosebumps all over her body, folded her arms and asked with a trembling voice: "Director, director, is this person successful?"

Even indoors, Zhang Yang, who was wearing sunglasses and pretending to be aggressive, ignored him, with a cigar on his lips, but he remained motionless.

"Director, director?"

"Ah, this," Zhang Yang recovered.As soon as he spoke, a large amount of ashes fell from the cigar he was holding on his lips.He tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. "Do you still need to ask this question? With his acting skills and outfit, does he still need to cast another role?"

"No, no need."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself, okay, you can do whatever you say.As long as the funder agrees to it!This is a newcomer, unknown, clearly a related family member who was led into the door by you personally after climbing the bed.

But in his mouth he still has to please and be good-looking. "School A's students are of high quality! Look, there are more than six in this play! They are naturally born to play."

Zhang Yang glared at him viciously, thinking to himself, why the hell can't he be six? !I didn't see that the signal wave in this place has already started to become disordered. Guess Nie Qingfeng, the master who wears books, is near this set!

This one is also unlucky. The head of the sect of cultivating immortals was forced to a dead end by the villain Nie Qingfeng. After escaping from the small black house, he panicked and plunged into the world of ordinary people who couldn't even refine qi. .

Zhang Yang dusted off the soot from his suit, and said impatiently: "Cancel all those who are still in the queue outside!"

"Hey, good good!"

The assistant was eager for the sound, and left the set in a hurry.As soon as he went out, he hugged his arms and shivered again.Mom, it's too cold in here!It seems that the snow on the set is not man-made, but a real blizzard.

Evil!How fucking evil!

**

Zhang Yang unbuttoned the black suit with his own hands, put it on Lu Xiao, and spoke softly.

"Is it still cold?"

Lu Xiao's teeth clicked lightly, his face was almost cold and pale after putting on makeup. "You fucking try?"

"Ahem," Zhang Yang looked around, and ordered deeply, "That's all for now. Everyone go back to the hotel and rest, and wait for Assistant Zhang to inform you of the specific time to go to the shooting location."

Wilson, who was carrying the camera, had an evil smile, and when he walked up to Zhang Yang, he took a special look at Lu Xiao. "Director, this little Lu looks really good!"

"Wipe your drool off!" Zhang Yang said angrily, "It's not up to you to evaluate the people I found."

The field records are in a mess.

Props pursed his lips and cast a suspicious look.

Zhang Yang stood in front of Lu Xiao carelessly, blocking all kinds of inquiring views, and the cigar dangling from his lips trembled. "Go to work! When you're done, go and do what you should do!"

Lu Xiao raised his eyes, the blood-red pupils seemed to be frozen.

Touching Lu Xiao's forehead with his big hand, he took a breath of hot air along the way. "Are you tired? Still frozen? Let's go out and drink mutton soup."

Lu Xiao raised his hand, as if he was drawing a sword.But the right hand is held empty, and the air is empty.

The blood-colored pupils were startled, and after a while, they looked at Zhang Yang as if suddenly enlightened.

Zhang Yang looked back at him steadily, then laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Let's go! Go eat mutton soup at the back gate of your school, and help you take the next leave."

Zhang Yang was half as tall as Lu Xiao, tall and burly, almost covering Lu Xiao's shadow, and the two went out shoulder to shoulder.

The door slammed shut.

"Tsk!" Chang Ji squeezed his throat to imitate Lu Xiao's youth, clearing his voice. "Who are you, hugging and hugging, I'm so used to it!"

"I'm your brother," Props said with a low voice, covered in foam. "Go! Brother will take you to eat mutton soup."

"It's almost done! Carefully make public and come back to clean up you!" Wilson smoked a cigarette, and his eyes behind the brown lenses shrank for a moment.

**

A snack street at the back gate of School A.

The big pot of mutton soup exuded a strong milky aroma, and Zhang Yang filled another bowl of soup for Lu Xiao, took out a few chopsticks of longxu noodles, and put them into the soup.

"Eat while it's hot, and warm up quickly."

Lu Xiao took a sip of the soup, his long eyelashes like a feather fan drooped, covering the expression in his eyes.

"How about this scene in the world of cultivating immortals, isn't it good enough?"

Lu Xiao frowned, looked up at the bustling Zhang Yang. "Don't keep calling me, you eat too!"

"Well, I'm eating!"

Zhang Yang took a sip of the mutton soup, pretending to ask Lu Xiao casually. "Go to the department to ask for a leave in the afternoon, and then we will sign the contract."

"Still signed?"

"One size counts for one size. Last night, the two of us signed a manager's contract, and now it's a filming contract. Just focus on this film."

Lu Xiao frowned again. "Are you really going to let me act?"

"Cough," Zhang Yang let out a long and fake sigh. "Idle around is also idle, why not make some money by filming, you need to make money, I also want to make money, right?"

After a pause, he lowered his voice and laughed, "I have no money, how can I support you?"

"roll!"

Lu Xiao put down his chopsticks, full of anger.