The little fox became popular after being picked up by the actor

Yu Wan left the lounge contentedly.

She did not return to her resting area immediately, but stood in front of the window in the corridor, gracefully lighting a lady's cigarette.

After a while, a tall figure walked out of Yi Lan's lounge, it was Xie Huai.

"Send me a message, what's the matter?" Yu Wan casually straightened her hair, "If I remember correctly, this is the first time we have spoken since we added WeChat, Mr. Bai Ze."

Standing opposite her, Xie Huai touched the cigarette case in his pocket, and glanced at the door of the lounge, but he still didn't take it out.

He raised his eyes to look at Yu Wan, and went straight to the point: "Is your variety show still short of guests?"

Yu Wan almost choked the smoke out of her throat.

She looked at Xie Huai in disbelief: "...You want to be on a variety show? Are you Bai Ze? Have you been pierced by a soul?"

As we all know, actor Xie has been focusing on acting since his debut, and has never accepted an invitation from any variety show.

After all, he is not short of money or attention, and just wants to sharpen his works steadily.

But that dedicated actor who never cared about anything other than acting... actually said he was going to be on a variety show? !

Isn't his large group of fans who are waiting to be fed are going crazy!

Yu Wan seemed to see a huge wave of astonishing traffic passing by in front of her eyes, but as an experienced producer, she was still very clear-headed after all, and replied bluntly: "To be honest, I can't afford you. "

Just kidding, the first variety show of a top actor, how can it be an ordinary price?

She didn't want to spend all her money on Xie Huai alone. After all, a variety show cannot be supported by one person.

Although she felt in her heart that even if Xie Huai was arranged to sit alone behind the table and talk about stand-up comics, the number of broadcasts would definitely exceed imagination... It's a pity that this movie king doesn't know how to talk about stand-up comics.

"No," Xie Huai said flatly, "I will participate for free."

Yu Wan: "?"

And such a good thing? !

She glanced at the lounge not far away, and vaguely understood something: "Is it because of that child?"

As a monster of the same age as Ying Tian and Xie Huai, she also knows something about Xie Huai's past.

Although she didn't have much contact with Xie Huai and didn't know her well, but as one of the few monsters who witnessed Qingqiu's destruction back then, she had always known Xie Huai's feelings for some old people.

"Then there's no problem. Free movie star labor is what I wish for." She smiled, feeling a little emotional for a while, "How many years... It's good if you can come out."

Hearing this, Xie Huai just nodded slightly, without explaining anything.

He subconsciously rubbed the tip of his index finger, where the soft touch that had rubbed against the youth's porcelain-white cheeks seemed to remain.

...not coming out.

Instead, he went round and round, after a thousand years, and finally... still fell on the same person.

Eight o'clock in the evening is the last pk.Just ten minutes of performance will determine the champion of tonight's "Actors in Progress".

Yi Lan has already changed her clothes and is putting on makeup.When the make-up artist was applying the base makeup on him, he was still living his own script in his mind.

He plays the role of a policeman who has been undercover in the Communist Party for many years, and in this scene, he will communicate with the drug dealer he has been chasing for many years by phone.

This scene is said to be a rivalry scene, but in fact, the two characters have never really faced each other, and have always used the phone to communicate.As for Yi Lan and his opponent, although they are standing on the same stage, they have to perform a feeling of communicating across space.

This is still a certain degree of difficulty for performance.

What's more, Yi Lan heard that his opponent this time is also a well-known rookie actor named Song Heyun, who might be his strong opponent.

Just as he was thinking, a young man with a gentle expression appeared at the door. Although he didn't look too outstanding, he had the gentleness of a gentleman all over his body.

Yi Lan turned her head to meet his eyes, and saw him smile slightly:

"Hi, I'm Song Heyun."

Yi Lan's nose was halfway drawn, and she was being forced to hold her head by the make-up artist, so she could only look ahead and say hello to him: "Hi, senior, I'm Yi Lan. Are you here...?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just here to deliver something." Song Heyun smiled with his eyes bent, and he looked good-natured, "I baked some more snacks in the morning, which are very suitable for supper. Although we are rivals, we don't It means that you can't make friends under the stage."

He put the crisper in his hand on the table beside him, "That's it, no matter what the result is tonight, I hope we can be friends. I have watched all your previous plays, and I think you are really a very good actor." actor."

Being praised so bluntly, Yi Lan was a little embarrassed: "You are too."

Facing his politeness, Song Heyun just smiled indifferently: "Come on stage later and cheer."

After delivering the snacks, he turned and went back to his room.Lianlian, who has been staring at the side, watched him leave with his front feet, and pounced on the box of snacks with his back feet, observing suspiciously: "Lan Lan, don't eat it! I suspect that this surname Song is uneasy and kind!"

Ying Tian also nodded: "Although I haven't heard that this newcomer has black material... But I still pay attention to it and don't eat indiscriminately."

After all, Yi Lan has two previous convictions of being framed by others. Even if it is stupid to blatantly frame her with drugs, one has to prevent someone from being really that stupid.

"Then don't eat it." Yi Lan replied with a bit of regret while being pulled by the make-up artist to draw eyeliner.

Lian Mian responded, picked up the snack and prepared to throw it away.Before throwing it into the trash can, he lifted the lid of the fresh-keeping box and took a look. There were two rows of bunny-shaped cookies, and the rich milky fragrance came over his face.

After looking at it for a while, I couldn't help but picked up one and took a bite.

"...Don't you suspect that he is restless and kind?" Ying Tian beside him was a little speechless.

Lian Mian suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his round eyes were filled with disbelief.

Ying Tian suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong? There's really nothing there, right?"

"No, no," Lian Mian stammered, "This biscuit...is delicious."

Yi Lan was shocked: "Really?"

"Oh, don't shake!" The makeup artist sister immediately protested, and Yi Lan quickly recovered her previous expression obediently.

Only then was the makeup artist satisfied, and finished drawing Yi Lan's eyeliner. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, I heard that Song Heyun seems to be very good at cooking and making desserts, and he often brings some of his own desserts to share with others... In the last scene, I gave makeup to Huang Yingying, who played against him, and he also gave Huang Yingying snowflake cakes."

But after Song Heyun left, she watched Huang Yingying directly throw the bag of snowflake cakes into the trash can next to her, and gave her a critical look.

So regarding Yi Lan's decision, she couldn't help but say a few words for Song Heyun.

The make-up artist was ready to be accused of meddling in other people's affairs, and was feeling anxious when she heard Yi Lan ask, "So... is it really delicious?"

The boy's bright eyes looked at the half-bitten biscuit in Lian Mian's hand without blinking, his expression was full of eagerness to try.

Yingtian also took a piece in disbelief: "Then I'll try it too, um...it's really good!"

"If this young man stops acting in the future and opens a dessert shop, he will definitely make a lot of money every day."

Ying Tian is actually a picky person, even after he said that, Yi Lan became even more curious, her tail was about to come out and wag: "I want to..."

"No, you don't want to."

Lian Mian and Ying Tian spoke in unison.

Yi Lan: "..." Woohoo.

"Eat it after you get off stage," Ying Tian re-covered the fresh-keeping box, "put it here with me first, and keep it for you."

The little fox suddenly regained his energetic appearance.

In Yi Lan's anticipation, half an hour later, it finally arrived at eight o'clock.

The host stepped back from the stage, and the lights on the stage were all dimmed.On the giant screen in the background, there are late night, telephone booths, and quiet street corners.

A light suddenly came on, and under the light, Yi Lan ran up to the stage panting heavily, and stopped panting until she reached the phone booth.He was wearing a shabby, blood-stained shirt and shorts, and his face was covered with dust. Even though his eyebrows and eyes were still delicate, his demeanor suddenly looked like a suspect on the run.

He looked behind him suspiciously, and after a few seconds, as if he was finally sure that no one was chasing him, he slowly relaxed his brows and leaned against the old telephone booth to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Jingle Bell--"

The ear-piercing phone rang suddenly, and Yi Lan's whole body was shocked, like a cheetah meeting a natural enemy, her face and back were slightly arched, showing an extremely vigilant defensive posture.

But really no one else.

There was only one weird phone ringing after another.

Yi Lan slowly stood up straight.He was silent, put his hand on the receiver of the public phone, and brought it to his ear: "...Hello?"

"I found you, sir."

Yi Lan listened expressionlessly, and after a few seconds, he suddenly smiled: "Really."

"Then what confidence do you have, I didn't catch you first?"

The next second, on the other side of the stage, the lights turned on instantly.

The drug lord played by Song Heyun is sitting on an exquisite sofa, shaking a glass of red wine in his hand. The old-fashioned gramophone next to him is singing softly from a woman, and he is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, like an upper-class nobleman.

It formed a very sharp contrast with the undercover who was about to be discovered and was still staggering and fleeing in the middle of the night.

The drug lord sighed: "Sir. It's been eight years, and I've been looking for you for eight full years. Because of you, over the past eight years, hundreds of my brothers have been sent in, some were shot directly, and some were sentenced to life imprisonment .It is also because of you that I have lost more than a billion dollars."

He sounded like he was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, and his eyes were cold and sinister: "I really... can't wait to see you."

"Perhaps, it's more suitable for us to meet in the interrogation room of the police station." Yi Lan curled her lips, her eyes dimmed, "Maybe, you can catch up with your old subordinates."

"But I want to see you more." The drug lord straightened his back and his voice became hoarse, "Sir, since I saw your back in the explosion three years ago, I have always wanted to know, your face... ...Is it the same as I imagined?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a passer-by." Yi Lan said a cold joke with no expression on her face.

The drug lord laughed loudly: "No, how could you be a passerby? You are a hero! A great hero!"

"But do you know, Sir," the drug lord suddenly grinned, "The end of a hero is not flowers and applause."

"Do you still remember... the sir who disappeared from your police force three years ago?"

Yi Lan's expression suddenly sharpened.Three years ago, one of his co-undercover agents suddenly disappeared. He searched around while undercover, but still couldn't find any relevant traces.

The drug lord's low laughter came from the receiver: "...Are you still wondering where he went?"

"It's all because he's done too many things he shouldn't have done and offended people he shouldn't have."

The line Yi Lan was about to say just now got stuck between her lips and teeth.

...This sentence is not a word in the script.

Because of the stage design, he couldn't look at Song Heyun at the moment, he could only listen to Song Heyun who was performing step by step just now, and said a lot of words outside the script:

"If he died directly according to my arrangement, there might be less pain. But it's a pity...he still didn't obey in the end. Do you want to know where he is? He's under the sea twenty kilometers away, Lying there watching you, Sir."

Yi Lan clenched the phone receiver tightly, eyes sharp, he stood upright, but his thin shoulders were trembling slightly.

It is the physical reaction shown when a person endures to the extreme.

"...The next one is you."

Song Heyun smiled lowly, and in an instant, he raised his head, looking at the other side of the stage with a pair of purple eyes that only Yi Lan could see.

And Yi Lan raised her head and looked at him without hesitation, with a faint golden glow in her eyes.

The drug lord and the undercover agent looked at each other silently in different spaces. They exchanged cold and resolute eyes, each wanting to put the other to death.

And Yi Lan and this unknown thing attached to Song Heyun also completed a fierce battle of illusion in this eye contact.

"Next time we meet..." Song Heyun's expression was unusually strange, "I will kill you."

This is not only a dialogue between the drug lord and the police, but also a threat to Yi Lan from the soul attached to Song Heyun.

But Yi Lan didn't back down at all, he stared at the drug lord, and said every word:

"Next time we meet..."

"I will catch you."

caught you.

That playful thing hiding behind the rune music.

In the air where the audience couldn't see, the golden light in Yi Lan's eyes suddenly flourished, and the overwhelming monster power pierced Song Heyun straight.

In an instant, the purple in Song Heyun's eyes quickly faded away.He seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the performance seemed to be over.

But why... he seems to have no memory of what just happened?

Thousands of meters away, Feng Wudu suddenly opened his eyes, and the illusion brewing in his palm dissipated instantly.

"... Tsk," he narrowed his eyes impatiently, with a hint of disgust in his eyes, "Troublesome fox. It's just as annoying as the clan a thousand years ago."

He stood up from the rug where he was meditating, untied his bathrobe casually, and threw it on the ground.

Although his body lines were so beautiful that they seemed to be finely crafted, his whole body was bluish white, like the skin color of a dead person.

And behind him, a black lacquered thing stretched out - eight purple tails.

He stepped into the nearby bathtub, picked up his mobile phone amidst the steaming water, and dialed a WeChat number:

"Arrange it and add a place to Yu Wan's variety show destination. Remember, let her choose this first."

"Which one to add?" Feng Wudu curled his lips contentedly, "Let's choose...the demon tomb on the deserted island where countless monsters are buried."

He remembered that even Bai Ze didn't know the existence of that tomb.

caught him?

Feng Wudu couldn't help but sneered.

Just die there obediently, little fox.

The author has something to say: Climb along the network cable to Feng Wudu’s home, the police of the Demon Management Bureau: Sir, the Internet is not illegal, please come with us.

Feng Wudu: ... Fuck!Don't come here!

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The chapters of these two days are so fat!

Is no one boasting about the wine? (Akimbo and chest out)

感谢在2021-08-2421:31:08~2021-08-2523:20:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 freesias;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Meow Meow in Shengdu Mountain;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!