When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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An Qing stepped onto the stage, suddenly interrupted the conversation between the three, and said, "How about I play the princess? I think the princess is more suitable for me than the vicious stepmother."

An Qing looked at Qian Ling who was standing between the two, and said softly, "What do you think?"

Qian Ling paused, and his fingers gripped the script in his hand.

Pei Zijing looked at Qian Ling subconsciously, and when he saw the fingertips that were whitened due to excessive force, he felt faint displeasure in his heart.

Before he could speak, Wen Bo said first, "It's not suitable, there's not enough time, and it's determined by lottery."

"is it?"

He was crying, tears fell, his eyes were red and he lowered his head, his voice trembling, "I can't do such a simple request, do you really like me?"

Do you really like it?

Both Wen Bai and Pei Zijing were silent. If it was before today, they could give the answer with certainty, but at this moment, they couldn't pronounce a single syllable.

An Qing's palms hidden under his sleeves were clenched so tightly that they trembled, and his nails were pierced like his palms. He raised his head again, pointed at Qian Ling and said, "Okay, if you all protect him, I understand, I won't act anymore!"

As he spoke, he wiped away his tears, turned around and ran, and disappeared at the door.

But Pei Zijing and Wen Bai seemed to be stuck in place, and no one took the initiative to chase them out.

"..."

After a few seconds, the two looked at each other.

Pei Zijing said: "Then what, it's a good opportunity, hurry up and chase after it, I'll take care of it for you here."

Wen Bo: "I still have to rehearse the play, why don't you go?"

The two were silent for a few seconds, as if they had forgotten about the matter uniformly, and turned to look at Qian Ling, "Continue rehearsing, time is running out."

The rehearsal proceeded to the most critical scene.

Qian Ling lay on the bed made of props. He ate the poisoned apple and was in a coma at the moment, needing the prince's kiss to save him.

This was also the scene that Pei Zijing couldn't continue with before.

Qian Ling closed his eyes.

Pei Zijing took a deep breath, the person in front of him had an inexplicable ability to attract him.

He lowered his body and smelled the familiar faint fragrance, soothing his nerves as gently as a feather.

The distance is only a few feet away.

When Pei Zijing was about to kiss the bright red lips, he came in with a sudden "click".

Qian Ling opened her eyes, and her slender eyelashes brushed Pei Zijing's cheeks inadvertently, triggering a tingle like an electric shock.

Pei Zijing straightened his back, and the tips of his ears turned red instantly.

Is he broken?

How, how would there be a reaction in the process of acting.

And if it wasn't for Wen Bai's sudden utterance, he would have already kissed her...

Pei Zijing immediately interrupted his thoughts.

These two contradictory thoughts are fighting in my mind, and no one can suppress the other.

Until Wen Bai said: "I don't think it's necessary to keep this kiss scene."

One side of Pei Zijing's mind instantly overwhelmed the other.

"Yesterday you said you couldn't delete it."

Wen Bo said: "Then you didn't want it yesterday? I deleted this paragraph now, isn't it just what you want?"

"Who, who said that?" Pei Zijing said: "Yesterday, it was just because of my state, yes, my state was not good. Now that I think about it, as an actor, the most important thing is to be professional."

Old viewers who are afraid of traveling:

——Are you a professional?You are greedy for his body, you are lowly.

——Who doesn't want to kiss Xiangxiang's wife?

—Dogs recognize people by their noses?My wife changed her skin and can recognize it so accurately.

——It seems that someone is going to die of sourness and robbed my wife's face, but it's useless at all. Can the face make up for the gap?

——Sure enough, with a rotten and stinky heart, even the most beautiful skin is useless.

……

Seeing that Wen Bo and Pei Zijing were at a stalemate, Qian Ling suggested, "Why don't we try borrowing seats? Although it's not very good, it's the best way to deal with it at the moment."

Wen Bo: "..."

If it was the usual, he would be the first to veto this kind of unprofessional behavior.

but…….

Compared with being unprofessional, he hated letting Pei Zijing benefit more.

So Wen Bo said in a surprising way: "I agree."

Pei Zijing followed suit, "I agree too."

Compared to directly deleting the kiss scene, borrowing seats is the best way to compromise.

So the three of them stumbled and got through this link.

So what's next for rehearsal?

Qian Ling looked towards the auditorium, Shao Cheng, who was wearing an Orion costume, was sitting below and looking at him, with dark eyes, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Shall we line it up again?"

As a servant in the story, he obeyed the queen's order to put the princess to death, and at the same time, he needed to bring back the lungs and liver as proof.

When the Orion took the princess to the forest, facing the princess' pleading, he couldn't make up his mind to kill the princess.

In the end, he chose to let the princess go. He thought that the fragile princess could not survive in the dangerous forest.

Here are all the roles of Orion played by Shao Cheng.

Shao Cheng stood up, the rough Orion outfit should obviously be incompatible with him, but this sense of contradiction made him even more sexy.

The long knife at his waist was sealed in a sheath, and it made the sound of metal clashing when he walked.

Qian Ling was actually somewhat afraid of his approach.

"Shaocheng..."

Shao Cheng walked up to him and lifted him up with one hand. This kind of rude but powerful posture fit the image of Orion.

Qian Ling exclaimed and held his shoulder.

"My dear hunter, where are you taking me?"

Shao Cheng didn't answer his question, but hugged Qian Ling tightly.

His arms are very powerful, and his muscular lines are particularly beautiful, not just a show made in the gym.

Even when he was walking with Qianling in his arms, and walked around the stage a few times, he seemed calm and breezy.

His deep and narrow eyes made him look so indifferent and cold, as if nothing in the world could impress him.

Shao Cheng finally put Qian Ling down.

With his hand on the scabbard at his waist, even the young and innocent Her Royal Highness could sense the danger.

The strong Orion raised his knife high.

Deadly danger hung over him, and his eyes were ruthless and cold.

Dragging the long princess skirt, Qian Ling stepped back, his eyes flushed with fear, and he prayed devoutly: "Dear hunter, please don't kill me! Let me take my own life, I will Run into the forest and never come back!"

Shao Cheng's dark eyes seemed to be filled with unbearable flashes, he squatted down, admiring the scene of the princess being scared.

Under the golden lace interlining, a pair of calves were thin, straight, white and tender, without any blemishes.

Clean things are the easiest to get dirty.

Shao Cheng stretched out his hand, his wide palm could easily encircle his ankle, he pulled forward forcefully, and easily pulled the trembling Qian Ling over.

What a delicate little princess.

Shao Cheng's fingertips were covered with a thin layer of calluses, and when they passed Qian Ling's cheeks, they seemed to be on the verge of danger.

Those clean and clear eyes are imprinted with his figure, and only he can see Qian Ling's real face in front of him.

So beautiful, clean and spotless.

Even if he let him go, can the delicate little princess really survive in the dangerous forest of rebirth?

Shao Cheng stood up slowly, signaling his temporary abandonment.

This is reality, not a fairy tale.

There will be no seven dwarfs, and no prince to save him.

His princess will always belong to him only.

After shouting the card, Qian Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but felt that Shao Cheng's aura was too overwhelming, making him almost out of breath.

This is probably the gap between him and professional actors.

Shao Cheng stretched out his hand to him, pulled him up from the ground, and handed out a handkerchief.

"Good acting, wipe away your tears."

Qian Ling took the handkerchief, only to realize that he actually cried just now, and the tears stained his eyelashes, so he couldn't help rubbing them.

The originally red eyes were as thorough as if they had been washed with water.

"The rehearsal is almost done, let's rest for a while." Wen Bai focused his eyes on Shao Cheng, "As expected of the hottest actor at the moment, playing the villain is just as real as it is."

Shao Cheng smiled lightly, "Thank you Director Wen for your compliment."

Qian Ling was about to go to the toilet to wash his face, but the cameraman who followed him stopped at the door of the toilet.

He went in alone.

Turning on the faucet, the rushing water wets his temples, Qian Ling raised his eyes, his face distorted and changed on the clean mirror, and gradually turned into his own familiar face.

The black mist surrounded him from all directions, as if embracing Qian Ling from behind, and wrapped around him like vines of mist.

A dark voice came out from the black mist, "How about it? Do you still want to get your face back? I'll give you one last chance..."

"I won't be with you, never."

Qian Ling frowned, and the corners of her pale and red eyes had a bit of abusive beauty.

His resolute words seemed to have annoyed the black mist, and the power wrapped around him suddenly became stronger, like countless invisible hands, lifted him up into the void, and pressed him to the front of the mirror.

"Look at this face, are you really willing to let him go?"

Qian Ling in the mirror bit her lips tightly, her lips were as rosy as a cuckoo weeping blood, and there were obvious marks under her lips, finger marks appeared bit by bit on her fair skin out of thin air, spreading from her neck to her cheeks.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn? Do you think someone will come to rescue you? Wen Bai, Pei Zijing or who?"

Qian Ling could only be forced to raise his head, like a white swan being slaughtered, and said in a trembling voice: "Why do you know their names?"

"Because..." Heiwu paused every word with a thick and harsh tone: "I, just, here, you, around, around, ah..."

Your every move, every word and smile, are all under my eyes.

Qian Ling's eyes were foggy, and he couldn't even hide his fear and fear. The simplicity made people want to laugh, "So don't try to resist me, it will only hurt you."

Qianling exhausted all her strength, raised her leg, and kicked hard on the mirror.

In an instant, a torn spider web appeared in the mirror, and the world in the mirror fell apart and shattered into countless pieces.

The power that imprisoned him suddenly disappeared, Qian Ling had no point of strength in mid-air, and fell straight down.

Just when his body was about to touch the cold marble surface, there seemed to be a warm force that gently supported his body, buffered it for two seconds, and gently placed it on the ground.

This feeling is very familiar, it also appeared when he was about to fall in the tomb, it was very warm, and the invisible tenderness seemed to be secretly protecting him.

Qianling supported the wall and stood up, "Is this all you can do? You only dare to hide in a dark corner, and dare to show your true face."

The black mist left like an ebbing tide, leaving only a hallucinatory voice floating in the air:

Don't worry, I'll let you see only me soon...