After the big brother's paper man is reborn

That night, the crew gathered for a dinner, and gathered local materials in the old mountain forest. A group of people surrounded the off-road vehicle and raised a bonfire.The slices of meat on the iron rack are sizzling and emitting a strong aroma, and there are boxes of wine in the off-road vehicle.

The photographer Wilson was wrapped in a heavy black down jacket, took a big gulp from the wine bottle, leaned his elbow on the hood of the car, and winked at the cameraman next to him with a smile. "Look, Brother Zhang treats that newcomer really unusually!"

Zhang Yang was passing a bunch of freshly baked chicken wings to Lu Xiao's lips.It was only after eight o'clock in the evening, and Nie Qingfeng was still in charge of Lu Xiao's body.

Nie Qingfeng was not sensitive to the chicken wings, frowned, and his voice was hoarse and sweet like a teenager. "don't want!"

Zhang Yang coughed twice, his eyes sharp.

Nie Qingfeng was forced into the scene for a second, lowered his head, took two bites of the string of chicken wings in his mouth.The black hair on the forehead was wet, stained with snow, and the cheeks bulged when chewing. In the eyes of others, he was a proud and beautiful boy.

Zhang Yang simply put his arms around his shoulders again, and laughed in a low voice: "You have to do a full set of acting."

Zhang Yang immediately lowered his head, moved closer to his lips, and bit the bamboo stick on the skewer of chicken wings.A bamboo stick connected two people, both of whom were good-looking male gods, and the crowd began to booing in an instant.

"Hey, Director Zhang, you are not authentic!"

"That's right, we want chicken wings too!"

"I want chicken wings plus one."

Zhang Yang smiled and glanced at them. "Go and play! If you want to eat chicken wings, bake them yourself."

The bonfire party was full of people talking, mixed with all kinds of nasty naughty jokes.Nie Qingfeng concentrated on eating chicken wings, his peach blossom eyes drooped, and his eyelashes blocked his uneasiness.

In his past and present lives, he had been chasing after Feng Ling for nearly 900 years, and he never dared to disobey that man's orders face to face.

Until he stood at the bottom of the cliff, raised his head, clenched his fists in despair and shouted at Feng Ling who was flying with his sword in mid-air: "Master, I like you!"

That day, Feng Ling rolled his eyes slightly, and stood on the flying sword without saying a word.After a while, the sleeves of the snow-colored robe rolled up, like an angry falcon fluttering its wings.The jade crown that bundled her hair cracked with a ding, the sword energy burst, and ink flew wildly around her body.

The blizzard plummeted.

Feng Ling was like a snow-white falcon, descending suddenly from mid-air, the sleeves of his robe fluttered like two huge golden bells under his armpit.Standing in the eye of the storm, he unleashed a terrifying spiritual pressure, which made Nie Qingfeng bleed from all seven orifices.

Nie Qingfeng's mind was buzzing, and blood splattered out of his nose and mouth, blurring the fairy in white clothes who was always fluttering in his vision.

"presumptuous!"

Feng Ling flicked his sleeves angrily, and sent Nie Qingfeng flying on the spot.He kept rolling down the bottom of the cliff, covered in bruises all over his body, and fell straight into the abyss and forbidden area of ​​Baishi Mountain.

Nie Qingfeng lowered his eyes, trying his best to control the suffocation and despair that hit his heart again.He now wears the body of this young ordinary boy, and he cherishes this ordinaryness—the limbs and bones no longer hurt, and the soul does not need to be burned by the flames.

If he's smart enough, he should stop there.

But he can't.

The chicken wings gave off a fishy and wet taste when chewed on the tip of the tongue.He thought about Fengling and Baishi Mountain in the past, and bit the tip of his tongue unknowingly.The minced meat was mixed with blood, and there were tears that he couldn't cry as a demon king.

Standing in front of them in white clothes, the corners of the clothes move automatically without wind.The edge of the sword is astonishingly bright.

Nie Qingfeng slowly raised his head along the sword, and saw Feng Ling wearing a silver snow cross-collar gown, with black hair hanging behind him, and heavy snow falling on his shoulders.Under the bonfire under the snow curtain, Feng Ling's clear eyes were indifferent.

"What are you doing?" Feng Ling sneered.

"Oh, you know what to ask." Zhang Yang sneered nonchalantly, and dragged the bamboo stick out of Nie Qingfeng's mouth.He dragged it extremely slowly, inch by inch, little by little, as if there was an infinite lingering feeling.

The tip of the sword trembled, and immediately reached the tip of Zhang Yang's nose.

Zhang Yang has a high nose and deep eyes. When he lowers his eyes, his expression is arrogant like a god threatened by a believer with a sword. "What to do, this is unbearable?"

Zhang Yang clamped the tip of the sword with two fingers, and with a bamboo stick dangling from his lips, he dusted off his clothes and got up.Snow flakes rustled from his black knee-length coat.After standing up, he was more than half a head taller than Feng Ling, and when he bent down to defy him, he felt oppressed.

Nie Qingfeng was still squatting a dozen steps away from the bonfire, half of his body was blocked by Zhang Yang, his head was lowered, and he couldn't see his facial expression clearly.

Feng Ling looked back and forth between Zhang Yang and Nie Qingfeng, his fingers holding the sword were clenched tightly, and his voice was chilling. "Director Zhang, you should know that he's only here to act."

Double entendre.

It not only pointed out that everyone is currently trapped in the old mountains and forests, just to film the fairy drama "Ling Xian", but also implied that Qingfeng Nie's coming to this world was just a role-playing game.Nie Qingfeng is not Lu Xiao, he doesn't belong to this original world, and he can't be a paper person, falling in love with Zhang Yang, the data area of ​​the main system of the fast travel agency.

Can't and won't allow.

He doesn't allow it!

Feng Ling's eyes were dark, and the sword in his hand moved forward an inch, cutting Zhang Yang's fingers.

Zhang Yang:  …

He casually squeezed the tip of the sword tightly, exerted a little force, clicked, and bent the tip abruptly.Then twisted, the tip of the sword tilted upwards, like a flower made of steel.

"Don't do this with me!" Zhang Yang raised his blood-dripping finger, stuffed it into his lips, sucked it, and spat it out.He sneered, with handsome features and an unusually cold smile. "Here, I have the final say!"

Also a pun.

To outsiders, what he said was that in the crew, as a director, he was a tyrant with a lot of words.At the same time, he also revealed his identity to Nie Qingfeng and Feng Ling. Even though Zhang Yang is currently being hunted down by the main system, his essential identity is still an eliminator, and he can wipe them out of the world at any time.

Feng Ling threw the sword and said sharply, "How are you doing?"

He even forgot to cover up the words.The style of the head of the sect of cultivating immortals in the whole world!

Zhang Yang raised his finger that had just stopped bleeding, took a deep breath, and put his hand back into his coat pocket.He stood in the white snow, dressed in black, only the orange-red light of the campfire reflected a little warmth around him.Quietly, the aura is very oppressive.

"What do I want?" Zhang Yang stretched out his other hand, picked up Nie Qingfeng who was squatting in the shadow, and hugged him forcefully.Then he raised his chin toward Fengling, deliberately sneered and said, "Film Emperor Feng, don't you understand?"

There was a sudden silence around the campfire.

There was silence.

After a while, everyone in the crew who was stunned by this famous scene bowed their heads and swiped their phones frantically.

[Fuck, Director Zhang is jealous? 】

[The Wind Movie Emperor actually ended up in person?Where did he get the costume!It's so touching. 】

[Emma, ​​I have lived for decades, but I never thought I could see three men in one drama. This is really a lifetime! 】

[Quick, quick, bet.If you bet on Brother Zhang, you will lose ten. 】

Feng Ling's eyes were red, and his indifferent fairy mask was almost cracked.He took a step forward and stared fixedly at Nie Qingfeng.The voice is hoarse, with a strange and unspeakable taste. "come here!"

Nie Qingfeng didn't move.

Zhang Yang sneered.

No one noticed that time passed quietly in the confrontation between the three.It was already past nine o'clock, and the eyelids of the young man lying in Zhang Yang's arms trembled slightly, his peach blossom eyes opened, and his expression was slightly dazed.

It is no longer Nie Qingfeng who is in charge of this body, but Lu Xiao.

The author has something to say: Three questions from Lu Xiao's soul tonight:

Who am I, where am I, what the hell happened to me? !