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In order not to splatter blood on the spot, everyone was practicing in a hurry before the performance.

Of course, he wouldn’t get on a real guy during practice. Cui Ziyuan walked tremblingly on a steel cable one meter above the ground. He didn’t know where to find a long stick and held it piously in his hand for balance.

Before he had time to be complacent about his sense of balance, halfway through, Cui Ziyuan fell off the steel cable with an "ah" sound, and the next second sat on the ground and looked up at the sky above his head, silently measuring the height he would stay at during the official performance. After a long while, he said sadly: "...It's over."

"Look out, boy." Luo Feifei passed by and patted him on the shoulder, "You still have a lot of lives, you can take your time."

A lot of lives does not mean that he is willing to fall and die again and again!

Consider the feelings of the audience, okay? This is a circus performance, not a horror show!

Think about the audience watching the actor fall from the sky and his brains burst. Before he could finish screaming, the body disappeared in the next second, and the actor who had just died tragically came back intact...

It's horrible, if he is an audience, he will refund the ticket and ask for spiritual compensation.

Cui Ziyuan patted the dust and stood up, intending to do it all over again, when he turned around and saw his partner—the girl with broken wings named Annie, standing behind him and staring at her without blinking.

"Uh... hello?" Cui Ziyuan felt that he should say something to relieve the embarrassment after being stared at for a few seconds, "Well, I saw you perform yesterday, you are really good, you can hold steady in that situation Emotions go to the opposite side..."

Speaking of this, the image of another person falling to death on the stage immediately popped up in Cui Ziyuan's head, and his face suddenly turned pale.

This is the legendary chatter to death... Or talk to death.

Annie didn't react much to this sentence, she still looked at him, she was small, only about 1.5 meters tall, and she was as thin as malnourished, and she looked as light as paper.

She raised her head, and Cui Ziyuan finally heard her say for the first time: "The leader said, you carry me to tonight's performance."

Her voice is very soft, just like her whole person feels.

Cui Ziyuan's first thought was: So this girl is not dumb.

The second thought is: What the fuck? ? ? ?

What is holding people over?Walking a tightrope with someone in your arms? ? ?

He glanced at the long stick in his hand. He couldn't even walk the one-meter-tall steel wire with the stick in his arms, not to mention walking in the sky while holding a human leg, even if the girl was really as light as paper. Enough.

Cui Ziyuan held back for a long time before he could hold back a sentence of greetings to the head of the group and his family for 5000 years. The corner of his mouth wanted to laugh, but he wanted to cry again, and finally turned into a very twitching expression: "He...fuck...he Do you want us to die?"

Annie just shook her head: "Come practice, I don't want to die."

She doesn't want to die.

This straightforward wish made Cui Ziyuan suddenly restrain his expression, and there was an indescribable complexity in his heart.

On the other side, Ye Yishuang was also standing on a chair in front of the temporary board, stepping on the ball.

The wooden plank is very narrow, and her venue is similar to that of the official performance, except that the pits on both sides are now soft sand, and then they will become steel thorns that can string her into candied haws.

As soon as she stepped on the ball with her front foot, before she stepped on her back foot, the whole ball slid forward, and Ye hit the ground hard with her buttocks downward.

She didn't care about her image, she grinned and rubbed her buttocks, first she was glad that she was not wearing a skirt, and the next moment she was full of despair about life.

Why should she suffer this?

Why is she in this game?

During countless moments of the game from the first level to the ninth level, she asked herself this question, but she still made it through each level, and never thought of giving up voluntarily.

It's just that when she asked for the first time, she didn't expect that she could ask all the way to the ninth level.

After intermittent depression, Ye Yishuang patted his face, took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, and entered intermittent complacency.

She pushed back the ball that had rolled into the bunker, steadied herself, and stepped on the chair again.

This time she waited until she was firmly on the ground before carefully removing the other foot from the chair.

Gululu, the ball rolled away again, with a sound of "boom", Ye Yishuang lay face down on the ground this time, and didn't think about it for a long time.

Look at Yuan Zhiming and Lulu.

When practicing magic performances, they don't use real swords, but use wooden sticks to poke in front of cabinets that already have holes of all sizes.

Yuan Zhiming was not very satisfied with the assignment of roles between the two of them. He looked through the lens at Lulu, who was holding a wooden stick and looked at a loss for a while, before suppressing the idea of ​​swapping roles with her.

Even if the other party is an NPC, it is really difficult to push dangerous jobs to girls.

But Yuan Zhiming was also very worried, worried about his own safety.

It's also because the other party is an NPC, and it's a very weak-looking NPC, so he might just poke him to death with a flick of his hand.

When he walked into the cabinet to observe and found that the cabinet, which was said to have the same structure as the real performance except for the hole, was really just a cabinet with no mechanism at all, his worry about himself reached its peak.

As for this cabinet, only those who don't poke the dead will have ghosts. Where there is magic, it is blatant murder.

Yuan Zhiming closed the cabinet door and gestured, and found that there was not enough space in the cabinet. He squatted down, and at most maintained a half-squat state.

Standing in the cabinet, he gestured to the holes around him, and found a few holes that should be able to be wiped from the side of the head, armpit, side of the body, etc.

"Cooperate." Yuan Zhiming pushed open the cabinet door and came out, pointing to a few holes on the door and said to Lulu, "You can try to poke these holes first, lightly, and I'll see if it works." Avoid. Just these few, remember?"

Lulu nodded, although Yuan Zhiming's heart was flustered by her half-understanding expression.

As soon as Yuan Zhiming walked in and stood up, the first wooden stick poked in without hesitation and hit his stomach.

Before he could call to stop, he poked in again, this time pressing on the upper part of his armpit, it felt sore and numb like a acupuncture point.

He too was desperate.

Either this Lulu is a fool, or she was sent by the system to let him die on purpose.

At the side of the stage, Luo Feifei and Qi Yu looked at a pile of props on the ground, lost in thought.

They thought that replacing the "beast" would mean going through a ring of fire, but they never expected that they would have to dress up as a lion.

"Lion dance, boy?" Qi Yu picked up the lion's head on the ground and teased Luo Feifei.

Although this lion prop is not the same as the gaudy lion in the lion dance, it is a simulated lion prop, but the principle is the same, both require two people to drill in and cooperate.

The man in front is buried in the head, and his feet are used as the front legs of the lion. He can see things and guide them.

And the person behind can only bury his head and grab the person in front, his legs act as the hind legs of a lion, he can't see anything, he can only rely on the guidance of the person in front, and needs full trust in the person in front.

The entire lion's activities require the tacit understanding of the two.

In this regard, Luo Feifei thinks that the tacit understanding with Qi Yu has always been good.

"Who is in front?" Qi Yu asked.

Luo Feifei thought for a while and said, "Go ahead, I'll follow you."

The two assigned their respective positions and got into the lion prop.

The little monkey also came up proudly, holding a special small leather whip in his hand, pretending to call out, and guiding the two lions to jump through the hoop.

Now it is an iron ring, which is a ring of fire during the official performance.

Luo Feifei couldn't see anything, and just followed Qi Yu's footsteps. The whole lion walked crookedly, with hands and feet.

Through the cloth of the props, Luo Feifei heard Qi Yu say: "I will dance as soon as I say later."

"Okay!" He replied loudly, afraid that Qi Yu might not hear, and lightly patted his waist to express his understanding.

They promised well and thought well, but at the beginning, Luo Feifei found that their tacit understanding was eaten by dogs.

When Qi Yu said "jump", he had already jumped up, but Luo Feifei was too late to react for half a second, he jumped so late that he was pulled up by Qi Yu, and at the same time he pulled down Qi Yu who was halfway up .

He couldn't jump over the first lap, and the lion hung half-dead on the steel ring.

Neither Luo Feifei nor Qi Yu fell asleep, just one on each side.

The little monkey covered his eyes and stopped waving the whip, as if he felt it was too horrible to look at.

Cui Ziyuan had just fallen off the steel cable and was full of depression. Seeing that the situation on their side was not tense, he laughed "hahahaha" out of his nature.

"I was underestimated by the monkey." Qi Yu hung his head on the iron ring and dangled, telling Luo Feifei what he saw, "Can you bear it?"

Hearing Cui Ziyuan's laughter, Luo Feifei knew without thinking that he was laughing at them, and snorted: "I can't bear it."

The husband and wife came back to life again, but this time before they could take off, they twisted and fell to the ground.

After several failures, Qi Yu began to doubt his life.

"Why don't you go to the front and try?" Qi Yu said to Luo Feifei, "Maybe you are suitable as a guide?"

Luo Feifei kept bending over inside and still couldn't see anything, feeling very uncomfortable, so he agreed.

Taking off this time, Luo Feifei had enough luck.

Then Qi Yu pulled his pants down.

The tip of the nose did not pass the iron ring, and the lion fell back to the ground again. Luo Feifei took off the hood and pulled his pants angrily: "Qi Yu, did you do it on purpose!"

"My fault, my fault." Qi Yu drilled out, unable to hide the smile on his face, "Mistake, I really didn't mean it, and I didn't see that your underwear is white... Poof."

Luo Feifei grabbed the lion's head, put it on Qi Yu's head, and beat it.

Seeing that they didn't train well, the little monkey came over domineeringly and wanted to wave the whip, but Luo Feifei grabbed the whip and picked him up: "Go wherever you like, get out."

"Chirp!" The little monkey let go of the whip, and fled away like flying with both hands and feet.

Qi Yu took off his headgear, his slightly long curly hair was messed up after such a fuss for a while, he couldn't help laughing at Luo Feifei.

After scaring away the little monkey, Luo Feifei sat on the ground exhausted physically and mentally, raised his hand and tapped the head of the lion's prop, and after a while, lowered his head and sneered inexplicably.

He raised his eyes and looked around. The practice site was absolutely in chaos, it was horrible, and the screams of the actors were more exciting than the circus itself.

Luo Feifei calculated, they woke up at five o'clock in the morning, the training started at six o'clock, and now it's about seven o'clock.

The show starts at six in the afternoon and they have eleven hours left.

On how to make a circus show fast.

If this wave can be successful, Luo Feifei thinks they can start a circus directly when they go out.