Narendra Sex and Evil Performing Arts Company

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My birthday wish is to hear about his past, which makes me feel... a subtle feeling.

"It's been too long and don't know where to start?"

"No, the days are too long and boring, so I don't think there's much to talk about." Feng Xiao temporarily forgot about her sexual interest, sat up with Nalande in her arms, and looked at the fire in the middle together face to face, and thought about it seriously, "It's hard to talk about it." Yes, please watch the show."

"A play? What play? Did you bring a DVD?"

"Phantom dramas are similar to movies in your world. The spiritual power of our floating ice clan is too high. If we want to watch anything, we can just use spiritual power to simulate the scene. We never watch dramas performed by real people."

"Is it your life?"

"Ah."

"Okay."

I saw Feng Xiao pulled out a golden... broom from the waistband of his trousers, and with the light of Nalande's fingers, he got up and swept out a clearing.After sweeping, I stood in the center and gestured horizontally and vertically with the broom for a long time, muttering "the spiritual force field is wrong", and went to sweep another area again.

Sweep spotlessly, turn the broom back into a walking stick and hit it in the middle, the light shines instantly, and countless phantom streamers appear in the air, wrapping the whole room into a 360-degree "holographic" theater that seems real and unreal, with scenes at your fingertips The performance of Feng Xiao's life from birth to school to the first time on the battlefield is more realistic than 4D.

Simply cool.

It's just that 6000 years is too long, and the scenes can only take a hundred years as an instant, passing by like a revolving lantern.Before he could clearly see the color of his diapers when he was born, he had already learned basic spells from the Qiwu Mountain Huanglai Immortal, and Wang Jiangang bid farewell to him in tears.At that time, he was still small and green, with a look of rebelliousness and spirit.Later, he was accepted as a closed disciple by Yushi Yingbo. A few years later, he was successful in his studies and grew into a nine-foot gentleman.He was also conscripted to Lingshan to be an envoy for 30 years (equivalent to 200 years for ordinary people).

Since silk was not used for weaving at that time, the characters in the picture were all dressed in animal skins.But Feng Xiao looked tall, rich and handsome at first glance, and it was also an animal skin, his was high-grade animal skin that had been polished, polished, printed, and dyed, with simple decorative patterns on it.

In the scene of going up to the Lingshan Mountain, a beautiful and beautiful woman appeared to guide him into the door.Under the dark purple burlap burqa, a green gauze was on the ground.That graceful posture is really like the banishing fairy mentioned in the book.Feng Xiao explained at the same time, regardless of the roughness of the fabric, it is already the most advanced weaving technique that only the Protoss mastered back then. It is woven with the finest down and feathers on animals, and the human race is really amazed to see it.

Nalande rolled his eyes: "This must be Ah Si's true face?"

"Yes." Feng Xiao said, "I'm talking about clothes." Then he added, "The clothes are not amazing anymore, because I put them on soon."

"Did Ah Si sew it for you?"

"No. Both of our clothes were rewarded by our common master."

"Who is that?"

"Master of Lingshan, the Dream God has ten lives."

As soon as the words fell, there seemed to be wind passing by.Nalande and Feng Xiao turned their heads together holding their breath, and saw the scorching grace of the man in white walking through the clouds and fog, with hundreds of butterflies dancing from his sleeves, and the back view alone was light and colorful.

"Ah Feng, right? You'll follow me from now on." The voice sounded like a boy's, with a brisk childishness in his pretended calmness.

Feng Xiao and Nalande seemed to be waiting to see the man's face, but the 360-degree surround screen turned into snowflakes the moment the white-clothed fairy turned around.

"Damn, phantom can also snowflakes??"

"This film has been in production for a long time, maybe something is broken." Feng Xiao clasped his hands and cast a spell on the black purple gemstone on the head of the staff, but couldn't cast it, closed his eyes and held back, and uttered two words in a daze The weak electric spark came, but it was not enough to repair the film, and my head became dizzy, "No, no, Jing Qi really consumes too much spiritual energy..."

"..."

The image was silent for a long time, and suddenly several fragmented images popped up, but it was already a great battle many years later. It turned into a misty ruin, and he stood alone in the blood, devastated.

Such a tragedy must be the legendary Battle of Zhuolu.In the Battle of Zhuolu learned in the textbook, Chi You was the villain, and he invited Feng Bo Yushi to help out, and rained a thick fog to trap Yanhuang. Only then did he lead the people to break through the siege and win a complete victory, eliminating the big devil Chi You.It seems to be different from what I saw today.

At this point, all the phantoms disappeared, Feng Xiao also staggered and fell to the ground.And snored very rudely.

"Hey, hey——" Nalande patted his face sexually, making sure he wasn't pretending to be dead, "Isn't it... I'm not very annoying, really drained you?"

fell asleep.

It was the first time I saw him so tired and defenseless, it seemed that he could be easily strangled to death.Suddenly felt a little fun.But when he leaned over to observe carefully with the firelight of his index finger, he remembered the murder he had done, and felt terrible in his heart.

Fear is scary, but it is not disgusting, let alone hatred.He can't judge him by the morality of ordinary people, and the dead people really have nothing to do with him.He even deliberately shielded him and let the past go for the dead.

It's over, this is obsessed, lustful and obsessed.

The door was locked, his ankle was twisted, and he had nowhere to go in the middle of the night, so he also lay on the ground, looking at the "candle" and dreaming.The phantom scene just now was clearly just the tip of the iceberg, and it was far from being able to explain his life, especially the part skipped in the middle - his intuition told him that something important must have happened between Feng Xiao, Ah Si, and that dream god , especially that Dream God, the young Feng Xiao looks at him differently from anyone else, with unusual piety and enthusiasm, it seems that he is the one who has something to do with Feng Xiao.

Really curious.Curious and curious, I fell asleep.

******

Early the next morning, Xiaoqi, the field manager, found the master and servant sleeping in a ball on the floor of the locker room. Ten minutes later, the love photo was circulated in Xiao Qi's WeChat circle of friends; two and ten minutes later, the photo entered the Weibo market; half an hour later, Naland woke up and found himself buried in a pile of costumes .The flame on the finger was dying, and even though it was crooked on the concrete floor, it still burned a hole in the crotch of an eunuch's uniform on the ground.

The main reason was that it was too cold, and the two subconsciously hugged each other in the middle of the night.Now that Feng Xiao woke up, she covered him with a thick blanket.considerate.

But what was irritating was that Nalande was still lying on the cold floor, while Feng Xiao was sitting leisurely on the sofa in the dressing room drinking hot tea and coffee.No, drink the newspaper with coffee.No, read the newspaper with hot tea.

He's so fucking talented, can he die if he hugs me to sleep on the sofa?

Before she fully woke up, she heard Feng Xiao say, "You don't need to get up early, I won't shoot today."

"why?"

"Jiang Feng's lung function failed last night, so he was sent to the emergency department."

******

Nalande drove to the hospital.On the way, he asked Feng Xiao how to put out the fire on his finger, Feng Xiao said you should give it a try.As a result, it blew out.Feng Xiao said, sir, you haven't celebrated your birthday yet?Never seen a birthday candle?

"..."

The so-called illness comes like a mountain.

When they arrived at the hospital, the gate was blocked by reporters, and many people surrounded the operating room—Qin Jin, Meng Jin's employee representatives, and Jiang Feng's wife and mother.Because the daughter was still young, she couldn't bear to see her father like this, so she didn't bring it.

In a few minutes, An Dong also rushed over from a certain event site, but He Lanhuan was the only one of the three leading actors of "The End of the World", who was absent, saying that he was rushing to record a reality show and couldn't come.

We all know that reality show is a giant in today's entertainment industry, not everyone can be on it, but whoever is on it will be popular.

Although no media reporters were allowed in, after all, doctors and nurses are ordinary people. They spread the word ten to ten, and within half a day, there was an uproar on Weibo and WeChat, saying that Jiang Feng was sick and hospitalized, artist Nalande and An An Dong Youqing and Youyi came to visit, but He Lanhuan, a young student in Mengjin's family, has not shown up yet due to personal reasons.Chinese people value human feelings the most, and when these words come out, the quality of a person's character is immediately apparent.

Actually, this topic was originally started by the user "not me".Although it's a little unkind to stir up the topic by borrowing someone else's illness, but "it's not me" doesn't care, what he cares about is whether Nalande's sex is good or not.Including the microblog that Qin Jin praised Nalande for his good performance on the set that day, it was also posted anonymously by Comrade "Not Me" as a "crew member".And "it's not me" also bought a Weibo super VIP, the kind that comes with shameless promotion and top fans for everything you post.

Everyone had a sad look on their faces. Old Mrs. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang were both dignified and generous women, and they were dressed very well for this occasion, without showing a trace of panic and sloppiness. They were sitting there holding hands and weeping.Nalande had heard before that Jiang Feng's mother was born as a lady, and her demeanor was famously noble and elegant in China.It seems true today, although the family has lost power, but my temperament has not diminished.

Jiang Feng's father was probably gone.Because the topics investigated in the past few years were relatively sensitive, no one dared to ask Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng's wife is from an ordinary background, and her appearance is not outstanding, but she seems to have a gentle and kind personality, and she is good at imitating.Sitting there now looks like a small old Mrs. Chiang.People without money generally have an upward heart to actively integrate into the lives of rich people. When they integrate into it, they can treat others arrogantly and kindly with the attitude of "I am originally from the upper class", commonly known as "vanity".It has nothing to do with my character, but there is nothing wrong with it.Because Mrs. Jiang Feng is really a nice person, she manages the house peacefully.

Qin Jin stood by the door alone, never taking his eyes off the small window on the door for a moment, even though there was an iron bar in the window, he couldn't actually see anything.He was shaking, but not crying.

Yeah, man, why cry.

Thinking of this, Nalande's eye sockets were extremely sour.

"Believe it or not, Jiang Feng doesn't love that woman." An Dong seemed to have observed Madam Jiang for a long time, and suddenly said next to Nalande.

"You know everything?"

"You know what kind of person Jiang Feng is. Would he fall in love with a mediocre person?" An Dong smiled wryly, "Actually, I can somewhat understand him. Anyway, I have given the love of my life to an impossible person. It is absolutely impossible to fall in love with others, so it is better to find someone who is most suitable for marriage, and the best expectation of the other party is not or not only about love, and satisfying with money or material, not talking about love, it is easy to talk about. Such a burden The guilt will be lighter, and the differences in life will not be too big, and there is no need to force yourself to take back or divide your feelings."

Nalande suddenly felt that he was also talking about himself.

But, after all, there is no going back.

"That woman, I heard that she used to be a top student. She has been very self-disciplined since she was a child, with very clear goals, and the kind who believes that she can change her destiny through hard work and become a member of the upper class. She has been in two relationships, and one was separated because of the university. It’s quite realistic that she dumped the other party because she was going to the capital for graduate school. There’s nothing wrong with such a person, but I don’t know if I can meet him once in a lifetime. Being able to marry Jiang Feng is a beautiful turnaround. Let me say, Jiang Feng doesn't owe her anything."

"But they have a baby."

"That can only show that Jiang Feng intends to live a normal life with her for the rest of his life. Moreover, Jiang Feng really dotes on his daughter to the utmost, which has nothing to do with the love between husband and wife." An Dong was unexpectedly a little excited today, as if he had too much emotion, "Don't What do you say 'marriage without love is immoral', Nalan, I don't think you are so worldly. There are so many people in this world who don't love and get married, why can't people forgive their own hardships..."

"No one says no to forgive." Nalande said silently for a long time.

An Dong froze for a moment, then looked back at him: "Then, will you forgive me?"

"I never blamed you."

"Then we..."

"That's another matter, An Dong, we can't go back."

"why?"

"Just pretend that I... have changed."

The moment the operating room door opened, Qin Jin was almost taken aback.