Bingyan Men's Drink

As if the vines cover the sky, the endlessly extending branches and layers of leaves cast a black veil on the night of the full moon.Like a glamorous widow, her sorrow overflows through the mulberry forest, covering the white moonlight almost impenetrably, only a few wisps sneak in quietly, but she looks even more lonely and indifferent.

A black figure was galloping, breathing fast, panting, shuttling through the forest as if fleeing, let the sharp mulberry leaves cut his cheek, his arm, his knee.

Stepping on the uneven grass, I am ashamed that he can still walk unimpeded.

Suddenly, I stumbled.I don't know which mulberry tree grows so strong, the roots protrude from the soil, so strong that the man fell to the ground and ate shit.

Despite being covered in mud, he stood up scrambling, wanting to continue running wildly.

Unexpectedly, the forest, which was already dim and difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, suddenly became pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

The man slowly raised his head, as if he had made the greatest determination.When the panicked eyes saw the figure close at hand, his breathing froze instantly.

"No...no! Don't kill me!" The voice trembled helplessly, his legs went limp, he sat down on the damp grass, and tried his best to back up.

The tall black figure drew out his sharp sword, held it high, the blade was radiant with coldness, and in the blink of an eye, he swung it down without any hesitation.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" A "miserable" abrupt roar, like the hair-raising scream when slaughtering a wild boar.The man shouted at the top of his throat, making people sweat profusely.

"Ca! Ka! Give me a card!" Peanut rolled the script into a tube, clenched his right hand, and yelled at the two people on the stage, quite like a director.

The "onlookers" below were completely silent, and they were all shocked by the previous wild boar's screams, and they were so shocked that they "dropped all over the ground".

Yuan Li sighed, looking at the boy who had yelled no less than ten times, feeling ashamed.And Xi Jun beside him, holding his cramped stomach, and blurting out the sound of holding back, was actually laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.

It seems that he is not feeling very well, don't let extreme joy beget sorrow.

The boy sighed again, with a helpless expression on his face.This stage play, how can a layman be familiar with it?

Over the past week, everyone in charge of logistics has also been exhausted. For the scenery on the stage, everyone has been so busy that they are exhausted.

"I'm talking about you! Why do you scream like killing a pig every time? If this is a formal performance, the audience will have a heart attack. How can there be so many ambulances to take them away?!"

"Pfft—hahahaha..." After hearing Peanut's lecture, Mr. Xi couldn't hold back anymore, laughed loudly, and slammed on the wall.

This time, even Yuan Li couldn't bear it, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice.

"And you! How many times have I said it? You have to be ruthless, vicious, and cold to play César! What about you? Just like the middle-aged 'Obasan' holding a kitchen knife and chasing melon-thief kid. Alas~~ No, no, no! Change, change! Next, next!"

Since Cesare Polkin's candidate was still undecided, and no suitable candidate could be found, Peanut had to be democratic, allowing everyone to have a chance to appear on stage, but each one was more unsightly.

"Hey! Everyone is working hard!" Mo Qingran walked over with a relaxed and interesting face.

Xi Jun suddenly put away his smile, as if the comedy just now was all fleeting, not worth mentioning.

When Peanut saw the young man, he ran forward again and again, grumbling and complaining.

"So that's it. This is indeed a troublesome matter. Then... let me try it! Maybe you can learn a thing or two from it." After speaking, Mo Qingran walked onto the stage, and everyone watched quietly.

"Let's start!" Picking up the long sword on the ground, the young man smiled slightly, turned his back, and walked to the backstage.

In the narration, the man ran desperately to avoid the "devil" who was chasing him, but he tripped over a tree root.

No blemishes before this, the performances are spot on.But the moment he looked up at Mo Qingran, his whole body froze, his eyes widened, his lips parted slightly, he forgot his lines, and forgot to step back.

That innocent killing intent, those eyes that despise the common people, and those thin lips that ridicule all living beings, like the dark demon king who came to the world, annihilated everyone.The invisible coldness wanted to swallow everything in an instant, but smiled.

Pulling out the sharp sword with one hand, the god of death backed away, and the fallen night angel spread his dirty black wings and swung the sword down.

The boy didn't yell, but just stared blankly.The crotch was wet, and she was so frightened that she lost control...