Volume 18: The Withered Flower of Hell (43)

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This village is not big or small, and the foreign population is not much, but because it is close to the mountainous area, there are often travelers who come to climb the mountain, so the village is under the banner of ecotourism, and many villagers have converted their houses into family hotels.

If Luo Cheng changed his face and relied on this excuse to live in the village, it would not be a strange thing.

However, in order to prevent the grass from startling the snake, Feng Rong and Tao Youjing did not go to the village to find someone, but just pretended not to know, and concentrated on preparing to go up the mountain to shoot the exterior.

"Strange Heroes" revolves around the two male leads, although the disappearance of Long Qiqi led to the replacement of the heroine, but in fact the impact is not great, this time the location is mainly based on Nangong Jue and Mo Jiayi, He Xiaodie is mostly playing soy sauce, and Feng Rong only has two or three scenes left to finish.

"Minister, do you think Long Qiqi has been killed by Phantom Feng?" Lin Yingkong asked.

Feng Rong didn't even raise his eyelids, "I'm only responsible for saving people, not divination, and if she dies, the dragon clan will notify her." โ€

Lin Yingkong: "......"

Although he doesn't like Long Qiqi always hooking up with him, his family minister seems to be as cruel as the autumn wind sweeping the leaves to most people - in fact, he just ignores and ignores, as a former "victim", Lin Yingkong feels that his mood is a little delicate.

Therefore, the minister really didn't have the intention to hang him at the beginning, purely because he didn't get into the sphere of influence, so he ignored his various dedications?

Lin Yingkong mourned for his former self, but when he thought of the scene where the minister looked at him teasing him in confusion......

Lin Yingkong silently pulled out a tissue and wiped the nosebleed.

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During the daily loving interaction between Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong, Nangong Jue was a little worried.

Originally, Nangong Jue thought that if he took over the second male in this play, he would be able to get along with Mo Jiayi day and night and cultivate a relationship, but what he didn't expect was that from the first day he came, there were frequent accidents, and he directly turned the imaginary love drama into a fantasy thriller drama, and Nangong Jue felt that he was not ordinary tired.

Nangong Jue, who had taken a nap, sat on the bed in a daze, and the assistant Lao Jin knocked on the door and came in, carrying a pink insulated soup cup in his hand.

"My lord, would you like to have a bowl of soup?" Lao Jin put the soup cup on the table and took out the bowl to serve it, "You don't eat much at noon, is it too meaty?"

In order to catch the wind for their crew, the village chief deliberately killed a pig to entertain them, and the table was full of meat at a glance, and the rural entertainers liked meat, but the actors and some girls in the crew usually had to control calories, such as Wang Hui, they were all pitifully pulling a plate of vegetables to eat, and other gay men were not easy to grab from them.

On a hot day, I didn't panic because of work, so I ate too greasy and was always uncomfortable.

The soup that Lao Jin brought was very fragrant, it smelled light, and it had a strange smell of mushrooms, Nangong Jue usually didn't pay attention to appetite, and he couldn't help but be attracted at this time, and climbed out of bed to drink the soup.

Lao Jin glanced at Nangong Jue, and suddenly frowned, "It's only been a few days since I came to K City, why do I think you've lost a little weight?"

Nangong Jue didn't care much, "Maybe I didn't sleep at night." โ€

"I don't know why you always have nightmares when you're so decent, didn't you fall asleep on the spot before?" Lao Jin complained, "After coming to this crew, it became abnormal." โ€

Nangong Jue paused as he took the soup spoon, "It's okay." โ€

"It can't be because of the presence of Great God Mo, you are unsettled, right?" Old Jin Dao, "I know that Great God Mo has a great influence on you, he has just met you, you are making progress quite quickly, you run to his room every night, and I don't know what you are thinking." โ€

Nangong Jue said naturally: "What idea can I make, isn't it according to your idea, and make friends with other people first?"

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Then you are quite successful," Lao Jin thought for a while, and said, "People in the circle say that Mo Dashen is very cold, even if he doesn't make scandals, he doesn't have many good friends, and his attitude towards you is quite different." โ€

In fact, Mojiayi is just too lazy to deal with ordinary humans, after all, his identity is a bit sensitive, and he is also a living creature in the supernatural world, and there are few people who can reach his height, and there is no chance to make friends, so he has always been a cold image to the outside world.

Nangong Jue didn't know what was going on, and when he heard Lao Jin say it so casually, he had a bit of an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Say it's happy, of course it's very happy, say it's depressed and incomprehensible, it's also a little bit, he doesn't know his identity as a half-demon, he originally felt that the gap between small fans and big idols was too big, and at this time he also knew that the other party was a so-called demon who could live for hundreds of years, Nangong Jue's heart was even more subtle, and there was a sense of melancholy that he had fallen out of love before he fell in love.

And...... Why did Mogayi have a different attitude towards him, just because he was unlucky and got some kind of parasite?

If these things hadn't happened to him, wouldn't Mogayi have set his sights on him?

"Why are you in a daze?" Lao Jin took the soup bowl that Nangong Jue had finished drinking and served him another bowl.

Nangong Jue's mind was a little messy, and he had no appetite, so he refused: "You drink it, I won't drink it." โ€

"Don't, people are full of love," Lao Jin persuaded, "and tomorrow I will start filming the exterior, and I have to climb up the mountain, not eat more, what if I can't stay up?"

Nangong Jue thought that Mo Jiayi was worried about the progress of filming every day, so he immediately stopped talking and obediently drank all the soup.

He glanced at the soup cup at the bottom, there were pork bones and some very ordinary medicinal herbs, there were indeed a few mushrooms, but he had never seen them, he thought that when he turned around and left, the people in the village would buy a little, and it would be quite delicious in the soup.

In the evening, there was another table of meat dishes, and even the egg drop soup was filled with a very fragrant but greasy layer of lard.

Nangong Jue missed the soup he had drunk in the afternoon, so he asked Lao Jin to see who made it, and he could pay to ask the other party to help make the soup for a few days.

Lao Jin was stunned, "Tang? I don't know." โ€

Nangong Jue thought that he didn't know who sent it, but in view of the fact that many fans had secretly sent him things before, Nangong Jue didn't care too much, but he was a little sorry that he couldn't drink soup.

Lao Jin saw that he turned around and continued to eat, and he was a little confused.

They all said that the things given by fans can't be eaten casually, and they are not afraid of 10,000 just in case, if one of the fans does something inside, what can I do?

Lao Jin was worriedly thinking about whether to educate his artists again when he went back.

What happened to Nangong Jue was not clear to others, and Feng Rong was not used to eating too many meat dishes, so Lin Yingkong borrowed the kitchen from a family in the village to open a small stove for him.

Lin Yingkong's cooking skills are naturally leveraged, the children of that family are pulled at the door of the kitchen, they all look like they are all flowing all over the place, Lin Yingkong took a few vegetarian balls and a few lollipops and sent them away, so as to create a two-person world between him and the minister.

Feng Rong only did one job during the whole process, that is, he helped hand over the lunch box prepared in advance, and then pretended not to see the scene where his assistant bribed the children, and saw that he had packed all the prepared meals, Feng Rong got up and said: "Meng Tian and Rongzi have gone up the mountain to see, and they haven't found anything unusual for the time being." โ€

Lin Yingkong went to say hello to the people of this family, and left with Feng Rong with a few lunch boxes, "Since Phantom Feng wants to hide from us, I'm afraid he won't take the initiative to come out." โ€

And if they want to find an ancient relic who surpasses the S rank, it will undoubtedly be looking for a needle in a haystack.

"He's not necessarily hiding from us," Feng Rong said, "maybe he just didn't take us seriously." โ€

Therefore, Phantom Maple didn't even bother to show up in front of them.

Lin Yingkong sighed, "In front of these ancient gods, it's really shocking." โ€

Feng Rong nodded.

It is said that the country has changed from generation to generation, and the supernatural world has also undergone updating, from the very beginning of the creation era of Pangu God and others, to the chaotic era when Nuwa pinched the earth and Odin to create people, during which it has experienced a history of thousands of years, and then to their current era of order and balance, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong are not much bigger than sand in the torrent of time.

In fact, even the supremes of the current interfaces, including the ancient gods of war like the White Tiger Divine Monarch, are all at the tail of the second echelon crane, and it is only because the people in front of them are dead that they have survived and become the leaders of the third echelon, and they can be regarded as the strong and wise men left behind in the waves.

And Shenzi Phantom Feng himself, it is preliminarily estimated that he is also a contemporary of Nuwa, Bai Congqiu has to call the seniority of the ancestor master, so let Feng Rong them compete with each other, Heart Demon Phantom Feng only makes half a point of strength, and can make a room of strong people kneel, but because of the laws of the operation of the Three Realms, his ability will be somewhat restrained in the human world.

Of course, it can't be said that they can't kill each other at all, at that time in the desert of death, the unsuppressed Phantom Maple was not calculated into the cage by Luo Cheng, it was just the difference between outwitting and attacking, and it really wanted the field team of the General Office to form a formation against the Phantom Feng, although he couldn't kill him, he could also leave half his life.

Lin Yingkong didn't know that Feng Rong was trying to fight such a terrifying thing as Fan Feng, and asked: "Tomorrow you have the last few scenes, and Mo Jia Yi said that you should finish filming in one go, so that you can continue the plan later." โ€

Feng Rong nodded, "Hmm." โ€

Lin Yingkong was a little worried, "These scenes are all martial arts scenes, and I'm worried that someone will do something." โ€

From Luo Cheng to Qiao Zhengyang to Phantom Feng, and even Long Qiqi's own personal caution, and the turbulent undercurrents within the entertainment industry, the forces around the crew are too complicated, they can prevent one, and they really don't know where the next one will come from.