Chapter 781： The temple can't hold the big Buddha

After adding the contact information, Qi Su left, went to the assistant to pick up the script, watched the recitation carefully, figured out the characters' emotions, prepared for the next filming, and ensured that it would pass once without NG, and would not slow down the progress of the crew.

After he left, he was always staring at him. Tang Shuan, who played Shi Ling, wore a white disciple uniform, pouted, walked over and sat down.

"You stay away from that pair of senior brothers, they are all black-hearted things. He doesn't take a photo of himself without urinating, and he deserves to stir up scandals with you?"

A sharp sarcasm.

The sarcasm in his eyes was undisguised, and it fell on Liu Lin's body aboveboard.

The security at the Hyatt Regency Hotel is very good, and there is no chance that the paparazzi will sneak in.

And how could it be so coincidentally photographed? Most of it was directed and acted by this little white face and deliberately spread it out.

This wave of hot slapstick manipulation is really disgusting.

"Tang Daxingxing, speak a little more euphemistically."

Yan Zhixu didn't read the script, but chatted with friends casually with his mobile phone, and made fun of it lazily.

Tang Shuan didn't care, "I'm just telling the truth, you don't need to be too friendly with things like garbage."

Yan Zhixu chuckled, glanced at the time, handed the phone to assistant Qu Linling, got up, raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"you're right."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

After a few minutes, the studio was ready, and director Cheng Du held a horn in his hand and called for the people who were filming next to gather to prepare.

When his eyes fell on Liu Lin, he paused slightly, remembering the scandal on Weibo, frowning impatiently.

"Let me remind you that my crew had to do a good job of filming, so I knew who was doing crooked tricks."

"My little temple can't hold a big Buddha. If anyone messes with their minds, get out of here. You are not irreplaceable. There are many people lining up to play this drama!"

As soon as the voice fell, the scene was dead silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Liu Lin invariably.

Such as mang on the back!

Being stared at by so many eyes, ridiculing and watching the show with cold eyes, his back was stiff, and the smile at the corner of his mouth could hardly be maintained.

If you take the initiative to stand up and recognize the leader's performance without being stupid, you will pretend to be stupid and pretend that the person who is doing the little tricks is not yourself.

Cheng Du didn't break it, and withdrew his gaze, "Action!"

The camera is aimed at Yan Zhixu.

The thin young man took her hand, stood up reluctantly, and staggered.

She grabbed his hand, glanced coldly at the people present, took their expressions into her eyes, and took Gong Jiu away in a flash.

"boom--"

The pressure disappeared, Feng Luo's body softened, and he fell on his knees on the arena, dense sweat dripping from his forehead.

He was breathing heavily, and the cold sweat from his back almost soaked his clothes.

The ring match continues.

After the curtain ended, Yi Xuanji was admitted to Yu Yuanzhen's door and became the youngest closed disciple of the sect's head, the little junior sister of Shushan.

"..."

Senior Sister Shushan Shi Ling stood in the crowd, her hands clenched into fists, and she let out a sigh of relief.

Although these two people are outstanding, they are not talented enough, but luck is good, Gong Jiu became the first disciple of Elder Chu, and Yi Xuanji became the close disciple of the sect master.

Oh, lucky enough to make people jealous.

——

Chu Yingying didn't know the follow-up situation of the ring match.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared in a smoky palace with a cool and elegant decoration, an incense burner burning beside the table.

Chu Yingying asked Gong Jiu to sit cross-legged, and walked behind him to mobilize the whole body's spiritual power, condensed in the palm of his hand, and transmitted it into his body.

A steady stream of spiritual power repairs the wounds, flowing warmly in the dantian.