Chapter 417

Seeing this "Xiao Qian", Wu Kelin's heart beat fast.

That's the feeling!

It's perfect!

Those who laughed at Jing Dong's real mother's gun could not help but shut their mouth, not to mention her thin appearance. In this momentum, there is a proper big man.

Especially for Xiao Qian's eyes, people feel cold and can't help shivering.

"Xiao Qian" has no human feelings in his eyes. What he can see is endless abyss and indifference.

"Xiao Qian" slowly breathed out his breath. His tone was gentle but cold. "Do you speak for yourself, or should I help you?"

This slow tone of voice, permeated with cold, made the actors tied to the chair feel that their hearts were tight and their breathing stagnated, and a great pressure was under the hood.

The actor looked up and stared at Xiao Qian. He opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word.

Many of the crew looked at Wu Kelin.

At this time, there should be lines, but the man didn't say that Wu Kelin should shout 'Ka'.

Wu Kelin stared at "Xiao Qian". He didn't mean to shout at all. Instead, he held his breath and waited for the next development.

Xiao Qian's head tilted back slightly, revealing the whole handsome face, his eyelids drooped slightly, his thin lips pursed gently, and his whole body had a noble but cold temperament.

"Toast without penalty."

The tone of "Xiao Qian" was not cadenced. He spoke slowly, but it made people feel cold to the bone.

Wu Kelin's eyes were bright. She didn't stop because her opponent actor didn't pick up her lines and performed smoothly.

The rival actor obviously woke up, knowing that he had been oppressed by the momentum of "Xiao Qian" and had forgotten his lines.

The director didn't stop. He hurried into the state and began to remedy.

"I, I didn't betray. If you want to add sin, you have no choice. You just want to take the opportunity to get rid of me!" the man roared, as if he was seriously injured.

"Xiao Qian" closed his eyes, relaxed his breath, raised his right hand on the back of the sofa and waved it gently. Immediately someone held up a set of utensils and unfolded them in front of him.

"Xiao Qian" showed his long legs and stood up. From the perspective of the camera, he looked tall. His long legs were straight, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow. With a black shirt and black pants, he looked even more handsome and unmarried while his handsome face was very white.

Xiao Qian's slender fingers crossed a row of knives. Finally, he took out a scalpel, carelessly lifted it up, put it in front of him, looked at it, and then walked towards the man.

When "Xiao Qian" came over, the actor tied to the chair was a little flustered. His every step seemed to step on his heart, making his breathing stagnant.

He knew it was acting, but "Xiao Qian" brought him too much pressure. Even if he kept telling himself, his forehead was still full of cold sweat.

Especially for the eyes without emotion, the indifference makes people cold in their bones, and the playfulness and ridicule at the bottom of his eyes seem to laugh at his overestimation.

"Xiao Qian" gently turned the scalpel. The sharp scalpel turned flexibly at the tip of his fingers, looking so natural and elegant.

"Which one to choose?"

The relaxed and natural tone is not like choosing which finger to cut off, but more like choosing lollipops again.

However, the actor could hardly carry it. He clearly saw the blood in Xiao Qian's eyes. He shouted in horror: "stop! Stop! Stop!"