After I dressed as a rabbit, I accepted the loyal dog boss

Pan Damei shrank herself into the chair and almost squeezed the poor chair. Seeing Zhang Fu's state, she asked nervously, "Director Zhang, what's wrong?"

The camera director next to him said, "Maybe it was arranged by the assistant director."

Zhang Futai thought it was possible, but because the TV station was short of manpower, Deputy Leader Li led his people back.

But my heart was also half relieved, after all, it is impossible for there to be a ghost, so I sat back and comforted Pan Damei, "Ah, it's okay, it's okay——"

Qu Beixi looked at the big face that was close at hand, and took a step back calmly to look at the other's drooping eyeballs, on which there were still sticky films and bloodshot eyes. When he looked at the eyeballs, the eyeballs were also rolling around. Stare at him.

Qu Beixi: This prop is quite realistic.

Thinking about pinching the drooping eyeball, the eyeball was obviously stiff, Qu Beixi first stuffed the fleshy thread connecting the eyeball back into the bloody eye socket, and then pushed the eyeball in very carefully. He adjusted his gaze from squint to direct gaze, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Barrage

Shocked my whole family: Ask weakly, isn't he afraid?

Lost Soul: Where is my crying peerless cutie!What kind of devil is this guy with his bare hands stuffed in his eyes!

Crazy beauty I love: Damn it!Repeated rubbing on my G/spot, love love love!Wait for the beauty to tear the ghost with her bare hands!

Qu Beixi had already bypassed the dazed-looking Hanged Ghost, and wanted to go upstairs to have a look.

When Xiang Nanfeng passed by the Hanged Ghost, he showed a faint smile.

The Hanged Ghost turned his head slowly, 180 degrees from the chest to the back, his slender neck was like a twisted twist, and he tilted his head to look at Qu Beixi who was going upstairs.

Zhang Futai couldn't help but began to guide again, "Beixi, tell me something and introduce it, so that the audience has a sense of substitution."

Listening to the creaking wooden boards under his feet, Qu Beixi rolled his big eyes, and said desperately, "Ah——Dear viewers, did you hear the sound under my feet, I feel like I'm about to fall down at any time— Damn it!"

The calm tone suddenly took a sharp turn, Qu Beixi tilted to one side, one leg disappeared from the screen in an instant, and he flapped his arms to grab around.

It really made him grab something, but it felt a little strange in his hands. It was fluffy and then barked. He turned his head and looked in surprise. His hand was still hooked to a sleeve, and Xiang Nanfeng's deep V was caught by him. Pulled into a convertible, it looks very hospitable.

He also fell sideways into the stairwell, his waist almost broke, and he put on a pain mask in an instant.

Barrage

I realized: Although I feel sorry for Xiaobeibei, my eyes are glued to the eight-pack abs of the elder brother.

I am Buddha: I am different, my eyes are glued to the pink XX.

Different fireworks: You perverts are not like me. I only feel sorry for my brother. Also, ask my brother where his small mouth is open. I will avoid it in the future.

Different from the ridicule on the bullet screen, both Pan Damei and Zhang Futai stood up worriedly. Pan Damei kept shaking Zhang Futai's arm, shaking this thin monkey who was not rich, so that it would fall apart at any time, "Director Zhang, what's going on?" What's the matter? It's so dangerous, look at that place, if my Xiaobeibei's little Xiaobei is injured, you can't afford it."

Zhang Futai wiped off his sweat and held the walkie-talkie, "Beixi, how are you doing? Are you injured?"

"It's nothing." Qu Beixi said and looked towards Nanfeng, good guy, the other party actually took off the rest of his shirt and stretched out his hand in front of him.

After a while, Qu Beixi felt that the leg that fell was very heavy. He shook Xiang Nanfeng's hand with one hand and supported the upper step with the other, struggling to get out. Pull out the leg that fell into the hole.

His mouth was not idle, "You really don't treat the audience as outsiders."

Xiang Nanfeng: "Master wants to see me next time and just say so, so you don't need to take my clothes off so hard."

Qu Beixi: ...

Barrage:......

Barrage

Locked: Am I really knocked out?

I cried: Master and apprentice YYDS!

If you are not crazy, you will not survive: Don't treat us as human beings!You guys continue!

Qu Beixi discovered one thing, Xiang Nanfeng's shameless self-confidence really far exceeded his bottom line in life.

While thinking of answering his words, he pulled the calf out of the hole.

But he found that Xiangnan's gray misty eyes were staring directly at his pulled out calf.

I feel very upset, what the hell!You can still say that my calf alone has a little intention of plotting against you!

What the hell, my legs are getting hairy!

That's not right, his body has no leg hair at all!

He lowered his head as he thought about it, the flood of hair wrapped around his calf, almost wrapping his calf into a cocoon.

Qu Beixi: ...

Self-service leg hair, on/door/service/service?

Under the cocoon hangs the dead ghost who lost his eyeballs just now, this time both eyeballs fell out, staring straight at him without saying anything, and grinning with his swarthy mouth as if smiling.

Qu Beixi frowned, and Xiang Nanfeng suddenly yelled in his ear, making him tremble in fright, his legs went limp, "You must be sick!"

Xiang Nanfeng was very innocent, "It's not that Master told me to hurry up next time when I screamed, I just had a good timing."

That look of begging for praise made Qu Beixi really want to give him two big mouths!

At the same time, there was a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Forget it, I still don't argue with the fool, I want to continue his work, "Dear audience friends, now you can see that the ghost of this house is wrapped around my leg, and you can see that he has a lot of hair."

As he spoke, he raised his legs and pulled the dead ghost up from below. While stuffing the other person's eyeballs into their sockets, he asked, "Excuse me, do you have any secrets for hair growth and hair care?"

Off-site staff:  …

Barrage:......

The dead ghost whose eyeballs were stuffed back again: ...

Zhang Futai pinched his chin and looked at the dead ghost in Qu Beixi's hands. Was this really arranged by the assistant director and his gang?This is too advanced, right?Do they have this technology in their group?

Qu Beixi waited for a long time and the dead ghost did not speak.

He thought to himself that these staff members are really not good enough. At this time, dubbing a voice, the effect of the advertisement is not good!

No money will be made!

Putting the dead ghost aside to untangle the hair on his legs, "Every audience must take care of your hair, otherwise you will lose a weapon even if you become a dead ghost."

Pan Damei touched her head, it's okay, it's okay, weapon, bah!The hair is still there!

Qu Beixi finally untied his hair and went upstairs, Xiang Nanfeng followed behind, cast down his eyes and glanced at the dead ghost who was put aside, the other party flinched and shrank together.

"Now we're on the second floor. The musty smell is very strong on the second floor. It seems that these ghosts don't pay much attention to hygiene, so I severely condemn them." Qu Beixi muttered and stood in front of a room door, "This looks like a bedroom. It's like that as soon as I open it—"

He said while holding the rusted doorknob, "Once you open it, there should be a ghost inside."

After finishing the words, he pressed down the handle, and the door swung twice but did not open.

The ghost who had stuck out its tongue from behind the door tilted its head to look at the door and then retracted its tongue.

Qu Beixi didn't expect that he would collapse here and pressed the handle hard.

The ghost behind the door stuck out its tongue again with a "hissing--" and the door panel slammed twice but still didn't open.

The ghost retracted his tongue, looking a little aggrieved.

Qu Beixi gritted his teeth and he still couldn't believe it. As for Xiang Nanfeng, he was completely a VIP audience at the scene, so he almost ate melon seeds.

Qu Beixi bulged her cheeks, and bumped her shoulder twice.

The ghost behind the door couldn't wait and floated up to help him open the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, Qu Beixi slammed into the door and rushed in with his hand. The ghost was photographed on the wall, sticking out his tongue ready to frighten He was also crushed by his own teeth and fell down.

Qu Beixi rubbed his nose and snorted, trying to confuse him with a door, and then looked around the room in disappointment, "It's a pity, there are no ghosts in this room." What are these prop sets doing? How many come out.

Xiang Nanfeng stood at the door, looked at the dazed ghost from the gap between the door panel and the door frame, and suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the ghost.

Qu Beixi: "Now let's go to the next room."

Qu Beixi: "This is the bathroom. When I turn on this faucet, blood will flow out."

Qu Beixi stood by the sink and said swearingly.

Zhang Futai: "Props! Is there any blood prepared?"

The leader of the props team looked confused, "No, no, I didn't hear——"

Zhang Fu shouted anxiously to Qu Beixi, "Beixi, let's not talk about whether there is something or nothing."

Zizi la la

All the electronic equipment present had a problem at the same time, and Qu Beixi couldn't hear what it was even after hearing the constant noise in the earphones.

At the same time, the failed dead ghost floated in close to the ground and got into the faucet while Qu Beixi was tinkering with the earphones, only showing one arm holding a piece of glass shards and constantly scratching/hand/wrist, clumsy and serious .

The southerly wind that has seen it all:  …

Although he knew that Master was very attractive, he really didn't expect that even ghosts could spoil him so much!

Just as he was sighing, the dead ghost who couldn't cut blood looked at him with dangerous eyes.

Xiang Nanfeng pressed his eyelashes, and the dead ghost lowered his head tremblingly again.

There was another sizzling, and the equipment returned to normal.

Qu Beixi: "I'm going to turn on the faucet—" He looked at it with eyes full of anticipation, hoping that the props team wouldn't even think of this most basic thing.

The faucet full of dirt was broken by him, and no blood flowed out. His eyes just showed disappointment. A pair of pale hands stretched out from the inside, grabbing the hair, and stroked the weirdly long hair.

Soon the hair was piled up all over the sink.

Qu Beixi's eyes lit up, this prop set is better than he thought!

The faces of all the staff outside turned green, and Pan Damei got under the table, "Director Zhang, are your skills so good now!"

Just say it's scary or not!Pan Damei stopped talking about reduplicating words!

The barrage also exploded.

The dead ghost grabbed and pulled his head out accidentally, and stopped in a daze.

Qu Beixi raised his head, "Why are your eyeballs getting old?"

As he spoke, he stuffed it in again.

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Thanks to classmate Xiaojiang and Qin Banyue for their votes, congratulations to Qin Banyue for being the third cutie