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"Don't stand stupid! Come with me! Mo Wei covered his nose in pain, stood up stiffly, his eyes were full of angry bloodshots, and he slammed into Li Xiaole like a wild bull, eager to devour this liar director alive!

I saw that Li Xiaole was not afraid, flashed slightly, and kicked him in the ankle, and Mo Wei, who was tall and tall, suddenly flew out with his heel and smashed heavily on the body of another companion, the man screamed miserably, and was smashed to the ground and rolled several times.

"Fuck! Again~! Mo Wei shook his head, got up from the ground and was about to fight back again, just looked up and saw a foot coming quickly towards his face, only to feel that the whole face was stunned, the whole person was kicked and rolled a few meters away, Mo Wei is also a hard bone, all of them were beaten like this, spit bloody phlegm, and still wanted to stand up reluctantly, but Li Xiaole didn't let him go at all, stepped forward expressionlessly, and kicked him in the stomach again...... could only squat on the ground and glared at Li Xiaole fiercely, his face trembling in pain......

Everyone gasped...... Such a ruthless man, such a poisonous hand......

But before everyone could finish sighing, Li Xiaole, a madman, rushed to it again, with a crisp "click", Mo Wei's arm had been dislocated by Li Xiaole, Mo Wei snorted in pain, and almost fainted in pain on the spot.

But in the sound of the passionate war drums, Li Xiaole did not stop expressionlessly, only saw that he did not hesitate at all under the siege of a group of young Sedek youths, knocking them down one after another, and he was merciless, his skills were not comparable to these Sedek young people at all, and Mo Wei, the only threatened Mowei, had been lying on the ground since the beginning and couldn't get up......

Mo Wei watched his companions screaming and wailing on the ground, and was knocked to the ground by Li Xiaole's heavy hand, and after a while, his nose and face were swollen, and he wailed all over the ground. I hate it so much that my teeth are about to crush! How can this interview be acting training, this is obviously a personal vendetta of the communiqué!!

It's not that a group of Saidek people don't want to resist, they all want a few people to hold down this madman, but Li Xiaole is fast and ruthless, and he can also use joint skills, and many people are unarmed by him when they get close...... Everyone went from giggling to shock, to hesitation, and then to incomparably angry...... They are unwilling and do not admit defeat, how can they be tortured to this point by this crazy director!!

You Daqing and a few of them were strong, and after they fell to the ground, they all gritted their teeth and stood up over and over again, but they were knocked down by Li Xiaole again and again, and after about ten minutes like this, only Tian Jun, who had been standing in the middle, was left......

Fifteen-year-old Tian Jun looked at Li Xiaole stunned, looked at his companions rolling on the ground around him, and trembled with fright, Li Xiaole stepped forward step by step with an expressionless face, just looking at him, as soon as he raised his hand, Tian Jun collapsed and fell to the ground.

Looking at this vicious director, angry, powerless, and desperate...... These emotions permeate the minds of all people......

"Alright, stop fighting, it's over." Lan Xin couldn't bear to look at it anymore...... Desperately shouted to stop.

"Okay, I have a rough idea of how well you're training, can you follow me now??" Li Xiaole looked at the person who had fallen around on the ground with a calm expression, his chest was also rising and falling violently, in fact, he himself was not comfortable, his hands had begun to weaken, and he couldn't hold on for another 5 minutes...... Fortunately, the two big guys of Mowei were solved at the beginning...... Otherwise, this matter will be self-defeating.

But he really didn't expect this group of Saidek to be so young and able to carry it, turned his head to look at the people lying on the ground, no one answered his question, but it was already equivalent to answering him, the aborigines are very simple, they can be inferior to others in other things, but they lost to people in terms of physical fitness, they are really convinced, not the kind of oral disobedience, but the kind of complete convincing, although everyone looked at Li Xiaole angrily, there was less contempt in their eyes, and more awe.

"Now, let's lie down in a circle." Li Xiaole didn't connect the joints to them, let all the people who had almost collapsed come over, lying on the ground, the direction of the head towards a center, forming a huge prototype, more than 20 people lying next to each other in a ring, although Li Xiaole looks very heavy, in fact, he is very measured, many years of martial arts experience let him know what method is painful, but there is no actual lethality, don't look at the nosebleeds and bloody phlegm all over the ground, in fact, Mo Wei They are all skin injuries, and they will naturally grow well after half a month of rest, and it will definitely affect the shooting.

"Now, empty your mind, close your eyes and put your hands on your chest, and relax naturally...... Follow my words to imagine the scenario. Li Xiaole softened his voice, motioned to Lan Xin to open the window to let the wind blow in, and used the remote control to turn on the soft music in the stereo, and the birds, insects and the faint Sedek song rang out.

"It's 1913...... You are the warriors of the Mahpo tribe of the Saidek tribe, you are running around in the woods, in the mountain streams, you can hear the cry of the ancestral spirit birds, you can smell the smell of the stream, the soil under your feet is wet, you walk very carefully, you ambush and hunt in the mountain streams, you return to your tribe with a lot of prey, you are the heroes of the tribe, whenever you come back, the beautiful wives and kind elders will greet you with smiles, and at night you sing, dance, laugh, drink home-brewed rice wine......"

With Li Xiaole's soft tone, the people lying down slowly entered the shijie of his words, where they were a Saidek warrior who lived freely in the jungle, with their own homes and tribes......

Lan Xin was also surprised to find that the group of people lying on the ground had satisfied smiles on their faces, and they really didn't understand how they could be brought into the situation by Li Xiaole so easily...... What exactly did this little director do......?

Li Xiaole is not to vent to teach these Saidek actors, he has two purposes, the first is to let them share the same hatred, mutual trust, a sense of dependence, the second is to let them awaken the hidden national consciousness in their hearts, he uses a "from the outside in" method, when people reach the limit of physical strength, there will be two states, one is the feeling of empty relaxation, this state will easily enter the imagination, and the other is the state of emotional collapse when the pressure reaches its peak...... Li Xiaole is inducing them step by step......

"Your tribe has owned the whole hunting ground of Mahpo for generations, in this hunting ground, you can hunt enough prey to feed your family and strengthen the tribe, only haode hunters can survive in this hunting ground, otherwise you will starve to death......"

"The continuation of the Saidek tribe is based on the gift of nature in the hunting grounds, and every Saidek must protect their hunting grounds, without hunting grounds, there are no hunters, and there is no tribe...... If you want to survive, you have to guard your hunting grounds...... And you warriors of the tribe have been operating in your own hunting grounds, using their prey to feed the development of the tribe......"

"But gradually, you suddenly have a hunting ground where the prey seems to be slowly decreasing, less and less...... You and the elders, the wives, the children start to go hungry...... You don't understand what's going on......"

"Until one day, you find people from other tribes in your hunting ground, and they are the ones who hunted the prey of your hunting ground~! You took the food of the tribe, you warned them with arrows, but they did not relent, according to the tradition of hunters, you must give them grass (headhunting), you must use the least cost to shock the people of other tribes, let them know your bravery! Let them not dare to step into this hunting ground for half a step.

On this day you lay in ambush for three full hours, and finally came out of the grass by the stream an enemy who invaded your hunting ground, and on this day you went back with the enemy's head, and the tribe held a great celebration ceremony, and people sang and danced to celebrate that you had guarded the hunting grounds of the ancestral spirits, and your fame spread far and wide to other tribes, and the hunting grounds were full of prey......"

But half a year later, the hostile tribe invaded again, and you led all the warriors to meet it, and you fought a great battle by the stream, and the machetes splashed crystal clear water, and the battle lasted from the afternoon to dusk, and the blood of the enemy and your people stained the whole stream red......"

Li Xiaole looked at the people on the ground and observed that everyone's clenched fists were trembling tightly, as if they were clutching something, and the expression on their faces was hideous and painful...... He knew that their emotions had been brought in, and after their bodies were close to their limits, the pressure had caused all the things they had suppressed in their hearts to explode wantonly, and the accumulation of anger had broken through a critical point.

Everyone felt that the people around them seemed to have died...... That sense of grief, that sense of hopelessness, drives them crazy.

"At dusk, the brook was littered with warm corpses, and everyone died in agony, and women and children from both sides came from afar in search of their fathers, brothers, and husbands...... Or the remains of a lover...... Those who laughed and talked in the morning are now dead......"

Li Xiaole said as he looked to the ground, and found that almost everyone had tears lying in their closed eyes, observed everyone's reactions, and then gently closed the curtains halfway to dim the light in the room, and gently leaned over to Mo Wei, who was trembling all over, and said softly in his ear:

"You wake up slowly, you're not dead yet... You still have a trace of anger in zuihou.,Open your eyes and look around.,Look at this shijie's zuihou.。 ”

"Don't stand stupid! Come with me! Mo Wei covered his nose in pain, stood up stiffly, his eyes were full of angry bloodshots, and he slammed into Li Xiaole like a wild bull, eager to devour this liar director alive!

I saw that Li Xiaole was not afraid, flashed slightly, and kicked him in the ankle, and Mo Wei, who was tall and tall, suddenly flew out with his heel and smashed heavily on the body of another companion, the man screamed miserably, and was smashed to the ground and rolled several times.

"Fuck! Again~! Mo Wei shook his head, got up from the ground and was about to fight back again, just looked up and saw a foot coming quickly towards his face, only to feel that the whole face was stunned, the whole person was kicked and rolled a few meters away, Mo Wei is also a hard bone, all of them were beaten like this, spit bloody phlegm, and still wanted to stand up reluctantly, but Li Xiaole didn't let him go at all, stepped forward expressionlessly, and kicked him in the stomach again...... could only squat on the ground and glared at Li Xiaole fiercely, his face trembling in pain......

Everyone gasped...... Such a ruthless man, such a poisonous hand......

But before everyone could finish sighing, Li Xiaole, a madman, rushed to it again, with a crisp "click", Mo Wei's arm had been dislocated by Li Xiaole, Mo Wei snorted in pain, and almost fainted in pain on the spot.

But in the sound of the passionate war drums, Li Xiaole did not stop expressionlessly, only saw that he did not hesitate at all under the siege of a group of young Sedek youths, knocking them down one after another, and he was merciless, his skills were not comparable to these Sedek young people at all, and Mo Wei, the only threatened Mowei, had been lying on the ground since the beginning and couldn't get up......

Mo Wei watched his companions screaming and wailing on the ground, and was knocked to the ground by Li Xiaole's heavy hand, and after a while, his nose and face were swollen, and he wailed all over the ground. I hate it so much that my teeth are about to crush! How can this interview be acting training, this is obviously a personal vendetta of the communiqué!!

It's not that a group of Saidek people don't want to resist, they all want a few people to hold down this madman, but Li Xiaole is fast and ruthless, and he can also use joint skills, and many people are unarmed by him when they get close...... Everyone went from giggling to shock, to hesitation, and then to incomparably angry...... They are unwilling and do not admit defeat, how can they be tortured to this point by this crazy director!!

You Daqing and a few of them were strong, and after they fell to the ground, they all gritted their teeth and stood up over and over again, but they were knocked down by Li Xiaole again and again, and after about ten minutes like this, only Tian Jun, who had been standing in the middle, was left......

Fifteen-year-old Tian Jun looked at Li Xiaole stunned, looked at his companions rolling on the ground around him, and trembled with fright, Li Xiaole stepped forward step by step with an expressionless face, just looking at him, as soon as he raised his hand, Tian Jun collapsed and fell to the ground.

Looking at this vicious director, angry, powerless, and desperate...... These emotions permeate the minds of all people......

"Alright, stop fighting, it's over." Lan Xin couldn't bear to look at it anymore...... Desperately shouted to stop.

"Okay, I have a rough idea of how well you're training, can you follow me now??" Li Xiaole looked at the person who had fallen around on the ground with a calm expression, his chest was also rising and falling violently, in fact, he himself was not comfortable, his hands had begun to weaken, and he couldn't hold on for another 5 minutes...... Fortunately, the two big guys of Mowei were solved at the beginning...... Otherwise, this matter will be self-defeating.

But he really didn't expect this group of Saidek to be so young and able to carry it, turned his head to look at the people lying on the ground, no one answered his question, but it was already equivalent to answering him, the aborigines are very simple, they can be inferior to others in other things, but they lost to people in terms of physical fitness, they are really convinced, not the kind of oral disobedience, but the kind of complete convincing, although everyone looked at Li Xiaole angrily, there was less contempt in their eyes, and more awe.

"Now, let's lie down in a circle." Li Xiaole didn't connect the joints to them, let all the people who had almost collapsed come over, lying on the ground, the direction of the head towards a center, forming a huge prototype, more than 20 people lying next to each other in a ring, although Li Xiaole looks very heavy, in fact, he is very measured, many years of martial arts experience let him know what method is painful, but there is no actual lethality, don't look at the nosebleeds and bloody phlegm all over the ground, in fact, Mo Wei They are all skin injuries, and they will naturally grow well after half a month of rest, and it will definitely affect the shooting.

"Now, empty your mind, close your eyes and put your hands on your chest, and relax naturally...... Follow my words to imagine the scenario. Li Xiaole softened his voice, motioned to Lan Xin to open the window to let the wind blow in, and used the remote control to turn on the soft music in the stereo, and the birds, insects and the faint Sedek song rang out.

"It's 1913...... You are the warriors of the Mahpo tribe of the Saidek tribe, you are running around in the woods, in the mountain streams, you can hear the cry of the ancestral spirit birds, you can smell the smell of the stream, the soil under your feet is wet, you walk very carefully, you ambush and hunt in the mountain streams, you return to your tribe with a lot of prey, you are the heroes of the tribe, whenever you come back, the beautiful wives and kind elders will greet you with smiles, and at night you sing, dance, laugh, drink home-brewed rice wine......"

With Li Xiaole's soft tone, the people lying down slowly entered the shijie of his words, where they were a Saidek warrior who lived freely in the jungle, with their own homes and tribes......

Lan Xin was also surprised to find that the group of people lying on the ground had satisfied smiles on their faces, and they really didn't understand how they could be brought into the situation by Li Xiaole so easily...... What exactly did this little director do......?

Li Xiaole is not to vent to teach these Saidek actors, he has two purposes, the first is to let them share the same hatred, mutual trust, a sense of dependence, the second is to let them awaken the hidden national consciousness in their hearts, he uses a "from the outside in" method, when people reach the limit of physical strength, there will be two states, one is the feeling of empty relaxation, this state will easily enter the imagination, and the other is the state of emotional collapse when the pressure reaches its peak...... Li Xiaole is inducing them step by step......

"Your tribe has owned the whole hunting ground of Mahpo for generations, in this hunting ground, you can hunt enough prey to feed your family and strengthen the tribe, only haode hunters can survive in this hunting ground, otherwise you will starve to death......"

"The continuation of the Saidek tribe is based on the gift of nature in the hunting grounds, and every Saidek must protect their hunting grounds, without hunting grounds, there are no hunters, and there is no tribe...... If you want to survive, you have to guard your hunting grounds...... And you warriors of the tribe have been operating in your own hunting grounds, using their prey to feed the development of the tribe......"

"But gradually, you suddenly have a hunting ground where the prey seems to be slowly decreasing, less and less...... You and the elders, the wives, the children start to go hungry...... You don't understand what's going on......"

"Until one day, you find people from other tribes in your hunting ground, and they are the ones who hunted the prey of your hunting ground~! You took the food of the tribe, you warned them with arrows, but they did not relent, according to the tradition of hunters, you must give them grass (headhunting), you must use the least cost to shock the people of other tribes, let them know your bravery! Let them not dare to step into this hunting ground for half a step.

On this day you lay in ambush for three full hours, and finally came out of the grass by the stream an enemy who invaded your hunting ground, and on this day you went back with the enemy's head, and the tribe held a great celebration ceremony, and people sang and danced to celebrate that you had guarded the hunting grounds of the ancestral spirits, and your fame spread far and wide to other tribes, and the hunting grounds were full of prey......"

But half a year later, the hostile tribe invaded again, and you led all the warriors to meet it, and you fought a great battle by the stream, and the machetes splashed crystal clear water, and the battle lasted from the afternoon to dusk, and the blood of the enemy and your people stained the whole stream red......"

Li Xiaole looked at the people on the ground and observed that everyone's clenched fists were trembling tightly, as if they were clutching something, and the expression on their faces was hideous and painful...... He knew that their emotions had been brought in, and after their bodies were close to their limits, the pressure had caused all the things they had suppressed in their hearts to explode wantonly, and the accumulation of anger had broken through a critical point.

Everyone felt that the people around them seemed to have died...... That sense of grief, that sense of hopelessness, drives them crazy.

"At dusk, the brook was littered with warm corpses, and everyone died in agony, and women and children from both sides came from afar in search of their fathers, brothers, and husbands...... Or the remains of a lover...... Those who laughed and talked in the morning are now dead......"

Li Xiaole said as he looked to the ground, and found that almost everyone had tears lying in their closed eyes, observed everyone's reactions, and then gently closed the curtains halfway to dim the light in the room, and gently leaned over to Mo Wei, who was trembling all over, and said softly in his ear:

"You wake up slowly, you're not dead yet... You still have a trace of anger in zuihou.,Open your eyes and look around.,Look at this shijie's zuihou.。 ”