The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

[Ah, ah, my wife is going to be scared to death! ! 】

[You pay, the non-existent thing I was about to give birth was suddenly scared back by you! ! 】

【Made, I was chemically castrated when I grew out! 】

[I've been in my wife's live broadcast room for so long that I forgot that this game was originally so scary! ! 】

Lin Zhaoyun's trembling eyelashes scratched the cat's eye glass.

When looking out from the cat's eyes, there will be a wide-angle effect, and you can almost see the other party's upper body.

There were only a few wall lamps in the corridor, and it was pitch black, but most of the body of the tall figure with a mask standing in the corridor could still be seen.

And because of the lighting, outside the cat's eyes, it is close to a black and white picture.

That weird mask was a bit like a facial mask, and the fear was numb from the tips of the toes to the back of the head.

There are a bunch of eye holes on the approaching mask, which are dark and deep. After suddenly approaching the cat's eyes, a pair of eyeballs hidden inside can be vaguely seen, sliding slowly.

Ah ah ah ah ah.

Lin Zhaoyun took a few steps back abruptly.

The heart stopped for a moment, and it took a few seconds before he took a big breath again.

That mask is a bit like Lin Zhaoyun's childhood shadow --- a special mask for the murderer of a certain detective TV series.

Lin Zhaoyun was still slightly drunk just now, but now he was covered in cold sweat instantly, his arm skin was pressed against the cold door, a lot of goose bumps suddenly aroused, and his mind went blank.

Fingertips to toes are completely numb.

Click————

A disturbing small voice came from the side, Lin Zhaoyun looked down stiffly, under his gaze, the round old-fashioned doorknob was turning.

He wants to open the door.

Lin Zhaoyun's heart was beating wildly, and when he came back to his senses, he didn't know where the wit came from, and quickly pressed the anti-lock knob with shaking fingertips.

Click, click————

Can't spin anymore.

The doorknob was turned back and forth a few times, and the masked man outside already understood that the door was locked, so he stopped doing useless work.

All returned to calm.

Lin Zhaoyun didn't dare to look at the cat's eye again, for he was afraid of what he might see.

The villa was quiet, but a strong wind blew outside the window, making the glass rattle. Lin Zhaoyun's shoulders trembled. He didn't know if it had been a long time, and he didn't know if there was anyone outside.

Since it's not an altered copy, it must be a human.

But it wasn't because Lin Zhaoyun was not afraid because he was a human being, on the contrary, it was even more creepy.

This person is hiding by his side, in this crew.

The wind outside gradually stopped, and the house was quiet.

Lin Zhaoyun plucked up the courage to go and have a look again, but he heard an extremely slight thud, which was very rhythmic.

The door panel of the villa was the old-fashioned one. After a few seconds, Lin Zhaoyun realized that it was the sound of a strong heartbeat from someone's chest against the door panel.

Not gone yet.

Maybe still looking in.

But Lin Zhao still knew that the cat's eyes couldn't look in, at most he could see some phantoms.

Trembling, Lin Zhaoyun went to check his mobile phone, but found that he didn't leave the phone numbers of any actors, and he didn't even have the contact information of the crew.

Lin Zhaoyun moved the carved mahogany retro bedside table by the bed against the door panel, and when 10 minutes passed, Lin Zhaoyun thought of something, and slowly crawled down to look under the door.

no feet.

Lin Zhaoyun suddenly relaxed, and collapsed on the side of the porch, tears came out in an instant, his face was wet.

Even with the lights on in the room, it still couldn't alleviate the feeling of fear.

In order to create a sense of nostalgia, the investor said that the furniture is old. The carved wooden bed is covered with red embroidered quilts, and the dark red curtains are illuminated by faint lights.

It was past eleven o'clock after returning from Jian Yanxi's place, and the clock on the wall was just past twelve o'clock, and there was a damaged old clock tower some distance from the villa.

I didn't notice it a few days ago, but I only vaguely saw it yesterday when I was sitting outside the shed reading the script.

It is said to find someone to fix it, and it seems to be fixed.

The clock sounded exactly at twelve o'clock, and there was a vague "boom, boom, boom" sound from afar.

Profound and long.

Lin Zhaoyun turned on the lights in the room brightly, and put a small stool by the bed against the door, took a shower casually, got into the bed, wrapped his head with the quilt, leaving only a pair of black and shivering Eyes with eyelashes, with a little water stain hanging from the corner of the eye, and wet eyes staring at the door.

The wind outside began to blow again, as if the villa was about to be erected from the ground, the glass windows kept rattling, and even the red silk gauze on the top of the bed shook slightly.

There is a kind of Chinese weirdness, which makes it easy to think of the mask that looks like a theatrical makeup.

He was even more frightened, and he didn't even dare to stick his toes out of the quilt. Finally, he turned on the music and played a radio gymnastics song for elementary school students, which relieved him a little.

Finally, in such a daze, his body relaxed, his pretty little face was tilted on the pillow, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, the executive logistics outside knocked on the door and asked him to have breakfast.

Lin Zhaoyun opened his eyes for a while, and then gradually became sober. Immediately afterwards, he felt a slight pain in his temples, the result of a hangover.

The first thing after waking up is to ask if anyone else was knocked on the door last night.

The staff living in the same building said they were sound asleep and did not hear anything.

The second floor is reserved for directors and actors, but it is strange to say that Lin Zhaoyun thinks back, he only knows Jian Yanxi's room.

The design of this building is very strange, with carved mahogany railings, and everyone's room door is hidden behind the corridor, and the corridor leads in all directions, and it is easy to get lost.

There is a work of art at every corner, and the Buddha statues placed on the carved footstools are all half-closed, with a compassionate expression.

In fact, it still feels a little scary to look closely.

"Ms. Lin, did you drink too much last night? I think you were a little overwhelmed when you went back. Maybe you just had a nightmare. Teacher Wen also occasionally."

When he came out of Jian Yanxi's room, Wen Xun's assistant was still waiting in the small hall on the second floor.

Lin Zhaoyun was asked by him.

"Yes, right?"

"I looked into the cat's eyes and seemed to see the mask prop."

Assistant Wen Xun smiled: "That thing is in the props group, and it's all locked. Even if someone wants to play with it, it won't work."

Lin Zhaoyun also began to doubt when he said this, could it be that he was really having a nightmare?

But it was quickly denied by him. No need to ask 886, he himself discovered the clue.

There was no play in the morning, and he went back to his room after dinner. He lowered his head and thought all the way, when he walked to the door and was about to step in, he suddenly froze.

Bowing his head, there were some inconspicuous gray footprints left outside the door, as if a little water stain had been dried.

He accidentally stood up and compared the footprints, the footprints were a circle bigger, and when he looked up, Lin Zhaoyun was facing the cat's eyes.

Not a nightmare.

……

Because he didn't sleep well last night, he slept for a while before going to the shed in the afternoon. When he woke up, he found that the filming time was approaching. He jumped up in fright, brushed his teeth casually, rushed to the set and ran to the set.

Jane Yanxi arrived early.

Wen Xun also sat on the cloth chair and read the script.

When they entered the shed, the eyes of several people moved over, and their eyes stayed on his face.

He was like a poor student who overslept in his afternoon nap and was about to be late and ran into the classroom, his face still had the ignorance after the afternoon nap, and the fine sweat that broke out while running.

The loose T-shirt was too big, and the waist was empty. When he walked in from the shed, the sun shone through the fabric, and the narrow waist was just like this.

Too detailed.

The side of the waist is tough and soft, and when you bend over, it will squeeze the skin and flesh a little.

He thought of the "Oolong" last time, Lin Zhaoyun was drunk and sent to his bed, with a pretty face in shock.Slumped and twisted, trying to crawl away, the whole person was soft-handed and soft-footed.

The line of Jian Yan's west lip stretched into a long line, and her Adam's apple seemed to be slipping uncontrollably.

After filming for the past few days, Jian Yanxi felt that the sex scandals that spread on the Internet before were simply nonsense.

Said that his patrons were one after another, that he likes to hug his thighs, and that he can climb on the bed.

There was even a list of benefactors who had taken care of him circulating in the circle.

It was even rumored that he has many means, good work, and will please people in bed, but he is unlucky and no one has given him good resources.

Gee.

It's such a fart, I can't even kiss, so I have to press it up.

He still remembered that when he directed the play, he pressed the other party to Chi Ye, and after sticking them together, Lin Zhaoyun's shoulders would still shake, and the lower back he leaned on also trembled very slightly, as if he had done something.

Also, when he was being teased by Bo Zhiqiu, his pretty little face panicked as if he was going to be hurt, and his white belly turned red after being bumped a few times.

The reaction is so slow, not to mention the bed scene, it is like a student who has just been out of society and is well-raised by the family, so jerky as hell.

Good and pure.

"Xiao Li, tidy up for him."

When the makeup artist pressed him in front of the mirror, Lin Zhaoyun realized why their eyes were so weird.

The crack in the pillow left a red mark on his face, looking silly.

There was still a dull hair on the top of the head, and it took a lot of water to comb it out, and the pressure marks on the face also waited for a long time.

……

"First shot, start."

Lin Zhaoyun went to the small town for a stroll and returned to the hotel room. Just as he closed the door, when he turned around, he saw a person sitting on the sofa.

"Why, why are you here?"

Lin Zhaoyun came to this small town to relax after his graduation trip, he didn't say anything to anyone...

No, I told his sister.

Sitting on the sofa is his ex-boyfriend, who broke up before graduation.

Wen Xun also had a layer of not exaggerated but not empty muscle texture on his arm, so he stopped Lin Zhaoyun and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Lin Zhaoyun turned his head to look at him, his body trembled subconsciously, and the familiar feeling of physical fit flooded his limbs again.

He even subconsciously stretched his waist and abdomen for a moment.

This is where Jian Yanxi saw NG's picture later, and asked him to make up again, no doubt it was the details of the online transmission.

Lin Zhaoyun pursed his lips, shook his eyelashes, turned his eyes away, and said in a very long tone: "What are you doing, you..."

Wen Xun had a strange expression on his handsome face, as if he had encountered some problem, and there was a feeling that he couldn't solve it. He was half hugging, half hugging and pinching his waist, as if he had done it countless times with incomparable familiarity. .

"Do you have someone you like now?"

Wen Xun wiped his lips with his fingertips, and pressed them inward, his plump, wet red lips sank a bit, revealing the deep pink lip crevices, looking carefully, he could still see the tip of his tongue retracted inside, wet wet.

Lin Zhaoyun didn't answer.

In fact, Ikeno's role was just yesterday, when his character molested a maintenance worker in this room.

Wen Xun suddenly hugged him horizontally.

Lin Zhaoyun was so frightened that he yelled the other party's name: "You, what are you going to do, put me down, we have already broken up."

Wen Xun Bing didn't answer anything, but asked with a light smile, "Have you done it for a long time?"

He has a quiet and strong smell about him.

The character of Lin Zhaoyun is actually a little afraid of him.

The role of Wen Xun is a rich second generation with a strong desire to control. Many times Lin Zhaoyun is taken away by him, and Lin Zhaoyun unilaterally sends text messages to break up, and then blocks and disappears.

I haven't seen each other for nearly two months, Lin Zhaoyun thought the breakup was successful.

"Baby, I won't be like that in the future, huh? Get back together with me."

Lin Zhaoyun's eyelashes trembled suddenly. He didn't say this during the rehearsal last night. When he first heard it, he froze for a moment.

Jian Yanxi did not stop, but gave a gesture to continue.

Wen Xun bent his knees and squatted down, looked up at Lin Zhaoyun's eyes with trembling eyelashes, and suddenly raised his hand to strangle his chin.

Yan Li had a delicate and small face, with her palms pinched, her white and round chin was slightly exposed, and her whole face looked so innocent and pure.

He groped along his face, pinched his earlobe with his fingertips, and twisted it.

"I know your body best."

As soon as the earlobe was pinched, Wen Xun breathed and began to elongate, the tip of the nose was almost touching the tip of the nose, at such a close distance, it was almost possible to count the number of Lin Zhaoyun's eyelashes.

Lin Zhaoyun was a little dizzy from the smell of cologne on Wen Xun's body.

Because of this dizziness, Lin Zhaoyun didn't react, his lips were stuck to his lips, and when he realized he shrank his shoulders and pushed back, Wen Xun suddenly lowered his head.

In the play, they talked for three years and knew each other very well.

I know what to do.

"Baby."

Lin Zhaoyun trembled again at the waist pinched by the tiger's mouth, this reaction was not part of the scene.

Wen Xun raised his eyebrows, called "baby" again, then lowered his head, and then the camera zoomed out.

Wearing short white boat socks on his narrow ankles, he stepped tremblingly on his knees, as if he wanted to step back, but there was a wall behind him.

The legs were subconsciously held together for a moment, and the toes curled up and straightened on the fabric of the knee.

Thin white fingers grabbed Wen Xun's long hair, and his bundled hair instantly fell apart, scattered on the back of Lin Zhaoyun's clutched hands and on his knees.

It was an impromptu mistake to disperse here, but Jian Yanxi thought it was very good, so she didn't call NG and kept it.

The long black hair covered everything beautiful.

The next moment, Lin Zhaoyun suddenly stretched out his hand to push Wen Xun's head.

It's just that the fingers paused suddenly, trembled, and finally grabbed the other person's hair tightly.

Right here, Lin Zhaoyun NGed 3 times, because he didn't dare to grab his hair.

Fingertips always bring a few down.

In Ru Mo's hair, a few blindingly white fingers seemed to be half-curling their phalanges, trembling violently.

A few seconds later, he leaned back with his throat raised, and his thin shoulders were pressed against the back of the sofa, breathing uncontrollably.

Jian Yanxi's eyelids jumped in front of the monitor, and she cursed something in a low voice.

The assistant director didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Jian Yanxi didn't answer, but got up: "This one is over."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Zhaoyun loosened his shoulders instantly.

A soft laugh was heard in the ear.

Lin Zhaoyun's entire face flushed red.

He suffered extremely in this scene, there were too many people.

After Jian Yanxi said, Lin Zhaoyun raised his face, and his eyes met those of Chi Ye and Bo Zhiqiu outside the arena.

Lin Zhaoyun: ...

The two of them did not know when they came, they should have witnessed all the scenes just now.

Inexplicably, he had another feeling of being caught.

Very strange.

The whole crew and copy are so weird...! !

He quickly averted his eyes and lowered his head to straighten his clothes. Wen Xun was still half-kneeling and did not leave. His slender finger bones were under Lin Zhaoyun's sight, and he zipped and buttoned him.

"Thank you, Teacher Wen..."

Wen Xun handed over a leather loop and turned around: "Tie it up."

Lin Zhaoyun's fingertips were still shaking, but he quickly tied up his hair.

Wen Xun pushed back Lin Zhaoyun's slightly wet bangs: "Don't call me Teacher from now on, call me Brother Wen."

"Did you hear me?"

"Um……"

Wen Xun got up, straightened his clothes, and moved gracefully and smoothly: "Call out and listen."

"Brother Wen..."

"Good boy."

This time, Lin Zhaoyun heard it clearly, and inexplicably felt that these three words were strange, but he couldn't say them.

His scalp was numb, and he left the set softly, not staying to watch other people's scenes.

After leaving the studio, Lin Zhaoyun was at the dinner table and heard something from a back office manager.

Before Lin Zhaoyun came, there was an actor who changed rooms, but he didn't remember who it was, and she was not responsible for changing rooms.

Someone switched rooms with Lin Zhaoyun's.