In the middle of Bingqing's thoughts, director Ben's eyes that stared at the camera gradually narrowed.

"Bingqing, hurry up and get on the field, what are you doing?"

Bingqing smiled apologetically at the director, and then her face was heavy, her eyelashes lowered and the corners of her lips were cold.

Her waist-length hair was blown up by a stirring hair dryer, the tips of her hair fluttered back, and she stepped on the small automatic wheels under her feet, driving smoothly on the railroad tracks, and the green curtain behind her was about to come to the scene of Jing Anxuan's murder.

"Wait!"

A fierce cold and vicissitudes of sound was like a thunder in the sky, splitting the sky and rolling in black and oppressive dark clouds.

Jing Anxuan, who was like an immortal, held the sword in one hand, fixed the tip of the sword at Wei Meimei's neck, and looked up at Bingqing who was slowly flying in the dark clouds at seventy-five degrees.

Wei Meimei and Yang Ranran at the same time set their eyes on Bingqing, who was wearing red makeup and the corners of her clothes were flying.

Bing Qing slowly fell from mid-air, standing on one foot in the air, her posture erect and graceful.

She tilted her chin slightly, and her fair and delicate neck appeared in the gold-silk cut-out turtleneck, which was extremely eye-catching.

The tall nose, dark pupils, and the bewitching red eyeshadow are thickened and lightened at the end of the eyes.

The uninhibited in the eyes of the female devil was vividly expressed by her superb acting skills.

Even the anxious director who was waiting for Bingqing half a beat slowly, after seeing that she only needed a second to enter the state, it only took a second to quickly catch everyone's attention, and it only took a second to portray the arrogant and domineering image of the character, his hand holding the horn shook twice, almost sliding the horn to the ground.

"Feng Ji!" Yang Ranran was shocked by Liu Bingqing's aura, her feet in embroidered shoes moved back a few centimeters, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword subconsciously tightened, almost drawing the sword, and suddenly remembered that she still had lines to say.

The director's mouth moved, Yan sù sighed with a sullen face, and finally did not shout "card".

Ben, she had a naughty line to tease Bingqing, but she forgot the words so much, she stiffened the expression on her face, thinking that the director shouted "card", she was so familiar with the lines.

"Feng Ji, what are you doing here?"

After waiting for two seconds, Yang Ranran, who couldn't wait for the "card", stubbornly thought of a popular opening sentence.

Bingqing deepened the coolness in her eyes, and she slowly turned her gaze to Yang Ranran, her eyes filled with arrogance, disdain, and ridicule.

The original script was that Yang Ranran provoked her with frivolous words, she had no lines, and directly rescued Wei Meimei from Jing Anyan's sword with her hands and feet, and injured Jing Anlan's sword, only to say that the enemy of the Mushan faction is my friend Feng Ji.

However, the director didn't shout to stop, Bingqing withdrew his gaze from Yang Ranran with cold eyes, like a dragon battle sword swept by frost in winter, "What kind of thing are you, you deserve to talk to me!" ”

Yang Ranran was taken aback, and stubbornly wanted to draw his sword to face each other, Jing Anran stretched out his empty other hand, straightened his five fingers, and reminded Yang Ranran not to act rashly.

Yang Ranran pouted and hummed, stomped her feet, and interpreted the image of her girlfriend who was coquettish because she was stopped by her boyfriend.

Bing Qing looked at the two of them with a cold and sharp gaze for a while, as if exploring their relationship.

Then she threw up her head and laughed maniacally.

She laughed wildly like a witch with her fangs bared, and her laughter filled the entire set with a sharp burst of laughter, causing the staff standing next to her to shiver.

The laughter continued for ten seconds before it faded away.

Bingqing turned his head, like a wild wolf who had suddenly found his target, and locked on Jing Anxuan, "What a mouth-watering ******, have you ever remembered the full moon night five hundred years ago, the beautiful scenery of a good day, you promised to say that after a hundred years, the desolate sky will be destroyed, and I will have to marry Emperor Qin forever in the heavens on earth, with the emperor of heaven as the matchmaker, and the god of the earth as a concubine." And the end? Trick me into Hell Rock and break my bones! ”

Bingqing didn't notice how her temporary performance level surprised Xiao Qida, she closed her lips tightly, and her heart was burning with her bone-eating gaze.

At this point, Jing Anxuan used the symbol of justice to gently withdraw the sword that fell on Wei Meimei's neck little by little, and the tip of the sword was stuck with a drop of black and red coagulated blood.

This passage was only thought up by Bingqing, but the coherence of the story was not broken by her.

Five hundred years ago, in order to complete the mission of God, Jing Anxuan had a dewy relationship with Bingqing, and then killed her into Hell Rock and locked the seal.

"Feng Ji was born without believing in heaven or earth, and only believed in her parents. Mother once personally warned Feng Ji that even if the sky fell, she should not believe the man's words. However, when you meet you, you do not deceive the heavens or the earth, but only those who love you deeply. Although I have demon blood, I have never killed a single person, and you did not hesitate to slaughter my parents in order to put me to death. I thought you were ruthless after all, but I didn't expect that there would be today. ”

Yang Ranran was shocked by Bingqing's heart, she only skimmed the script once, and all the lines were memorized, until Bingqing looked at her viciously, she didn't understand what Bingqing was talking about.

She didn't know how to answer, so she stood firmly, shaking her head and looking at Bingqing.

In the final analysis, it is the big actor, Jing Anxuan's eyes gradually became dim with Bingqing's temporary play, as if she was brought into a regretful, sweet, and evil memory by her words, and finally muttered: "Destiny is hard to disobey." ”

"Destiny!?" Bingqing's long-suppressed anger was ignited by Jing Anxuan's words. "Destiny makes me die, what are you going to do if you just slaughter me and kill my parents? The mandate of heaven will destroy me, you and I can only fight to the death, what can I do if I am deceived! ”

Jing Anxuan then stiffened.

His acting skills are superb, true is false, fake is true, in the eyes of others, his reaction is due to character quality. People can't help but applaud the two of them for their wonderful play drummers.

Jing Anxuan knew that Bingqing was a pun, she was referring to him for deceiving her to "add drama"!

No wonder Bingqing, who has never liked to change the script, will play freely and say such a line that he didn't have.

Jing Anxuan wanted to laugh, but his heart was already laughing.

He lowered his eyelids and turned slightly sideways, deftly avoiding close-ups of the camera.

Bingqing took advantage of the victory to pursue, questioned step by step, and flew towards Jing Anxuan at a very fast speed with the help of coercive power, she drew her sword out of the sheath with her side hand, and stabbed straight at his chest while she was unprepared.

Jing Anxuan retreated and flexibly dodged Bingqing's attack, and with a sparse "hiss" sound, his expensive costume was picked up by Bingqing and cut through a silk thread.

The director was just about to stand up and exclaim wonderfully, when the two hands froze when they were about to come together.

Liu Bingqing broke Jing Anxuan's costume!

The director gritted his teeth, bent his hands and clenched them into steamed buns, but he couldn't say 'card'!

The long silk thread on Bingqing's sword slid past Jing Anxuan's eyes, and Jing Anxuan's thick eyebrows were obviously tightened when they saw the silk thread.

The gaze from his dark pupils followed Bingqing's sword, crossed an arc in the air, and then smashed to the ground.

The sound of heartbreak, it turned out to be crisp. (To be continued.) )