Jing Anxuan raised his head in disbelief and looked at Bingqing with his eyebrows twisted.

Until now, he can't hear the director shouting "card", so he naturally knows that the director thinks they performed well.

He paced two steps, leaving his resolute, fairy-like back to the camera, and Bingqing stood opposite him, the camera taking a clear picture of the expression on her face.

Bingqing still has a pair of crazy eyebrows, the only difference from before is probably that there are two more points of pleasure after revenge in his eyes, which is the pleasure after the wolf's revenge, which is daunting.

"You owe me this sword."

After a moment, Jing Anxuan sorted out his thoughts, he moved sideways, leaving more shots for Bingqing, and he also found a better angle to allow the camera to shoot what they wanted.

Jing Anxuan seemed to be forbearing, more guilty, he sighed in the depths of his heart, and his face was a little sad. "I owe it to you."

After a long time, a long blank, neither of them spoke again, but it made the onlookers feel as if they had been talking for a century.

Jing Anxuan raised his eyes, and met Shang Bingqing's cold eyes, his expression was unbearable, and his voice became low and hoarse: "Ask yourself, in my life, I have a clear conscience and a clear conscience." ”

He said a righteous and awe-inspiring sentence sadly and sadly, and his voice stopped for a moment before he spoke, and his tone was even lower: "However, only for one person, every time I think of it, my mind turns a thousand times, and I am ashamed and blamed. Under the rock of hell, when the moon is peaceful, unseal it, remember that you once said, you will not kill me in this life, swear not to reincarnate, and be willing to be a wild ghost. ”

Feeling the tears, the corners of the eyes of the cold-blooded witch Bingqing gradually moistened, she sneered, raised the sword in her hand high, and threw it at an old pine tree on the cliff, and the sword fell in her hand, and the ice and snow sword slid cruelly and resolutely over the thousand-year-old pine tree, and the pine needles were like winter snow flying, sliding down, and the entire cliff was green.

"Between us is like an ice and snow sword and a thousand-year-old pine, we will kill each other when we meet, and it is useless to talk about it!"

After speaking, Bing Qing stretched out his right hand, opened his palm, and made a sword-like shape.

The palm of her hand stagnated in the air for an instant, although the ice and snow sword did not come back, Bingqing turned around and supported the ground on her toes, jumped up, and flew into the air with the power of coercion, she suddenly stretched out her right hand, and a red ribbon would spread out from the fiery red cuffs, zigzag and climbed on Wei Meimei, who fell to the ground, and then took her away.

Of course, this requires post-production effects.

When Wei Meimei was coerced and hung up, the whole person was still in a coma.

At the same time, a bullying voice floated in the air: "The enemy of the Mushan faction is my friend of Feng Ji!" ”

The director mobilized the camera to shoot towards the scene of Bingqing in red and the blue sky and white clouds, and then fell on Jing Anlan, who was like a heavy responsibility, as if he had lost Jing Anyan, and then passed over Yang Ranran's body like a dragonfly.

After filming, the director asked the staff to clean the scene and looked at the time again.

The performance was so wonderful that it only took two hours to complete.

The director was in a good mood and asked the staff to leave work half an hour early.

"Anxi, how are you dressed? Is it a big problem? After the director finished arranging the work, he ran over to Jing Anxuan, who was chatting with his assistant, and asked with a courteous face.

Jing Anxuan looked up at the director, "It's okay, I asked the assistant to take it and sew it up." ”

"Oh, that's good." The director praised his acting skills two more sentences and found a reason to leave.

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Bingqing held the hilt of the sword in his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes carefully observed the sharp ice and snow sword, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Bingqing, I heard that Jing Anxuan's dress is very expensive, and there is only one in the world, are you sure not to apologize to others?" Xiao Qi put away the Ice and Snow Sword and put it on the table.

With the lesson from last time, she sorted out all Bingqing's costumes and put them in a cardboard box.

"Apologize?" Bingqing didn't seem to have come out of the play yet, and smiled sinisterly: "If you don't understand the situation, don't talk nonsense." I have my own reasoning. ”

"What a reason?" The cumbersome costumes made her head big, Xiao Qi would simply clean out all the clothes in one go, fold the clothes according to the filming schedule of the script, if it wasn't for the conditions, she even wanted to code the clothes table.

Bingqing was untying the clothes on her body, she thought of something, and suddenly asked, "By the way, Xiao Qi, did you break the original white costume of Jing Anxuan?" ”

"Huh?" Xiao Qi's movements froze, she opened her mouth and closed her mouth again, and after a while, the words in her stomach had not yet been drafted. "No!"

Seeing her hesitation, Bingqing was even more suspicious, she turned around and bent down, staring at Xiao Qi's eyes, and said in a fierce voice: "Is it you or not!" Tell me the truth! ”

Xiao Qi saw that Bingqing was really angry, and her heart was even more empty, she gritted her teeth and simply made a move, and when she was about to speak, there were two orderly knocks of a gentleman outside the door of the fitting room.

"Who?" Bingqing asked.

"It's me." A sexy baritone voice came in through the door.

Bingqing straightened up and opened the door, Jing Anxuan's straight figure appeared outside the door with a smiling face, and her reflection was in her eyes.

"Is that you?" Bing Qing looked him up and down again with her eyes, as if she was examining the prisoner: "I don't know what happened to the Jingda Movie Emperor coming to me?" ”

Jing Anxuan shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said with a smile: "Could it be that my clothes are going to be sacrificed inexplicably, as its only resident, I should be qualified to ask for an explanation for it." ”

Bingqing squinted and looked at him again.

Do you want her to be vexatious?

She couldn't do such a thing.

Do you want her to lose money? No money!

Bingqing was speechless, and smiled: "It's better for Jingda Actor to bring the clothes, you may not know, I have learned embroidery, and the technology is first-class!" ”

She knew that the costume was the clothes he pampered on the tip of his heart, and she just wanted to make him feel distressed, she really didn't think about how stiff the two of them would be.

If Jing Anxuan is willing to let her go of this dress, then he still has a bit of a manly demeanor.

Jing Anxuan held the door frame with one hand, lowered his head slightly, and there was a little teasing play in the corners of his eyes: "If I remember well, that dress is the world's top tailor who has studied Tang costumes for more than ten years, and made this one behind closed doors.

Listening to him, Bingqing felt angry.

If he hadn't lied to her beforehand, she wouldn't have cut his treasure.

Now he compares another piece of clothing with the jade seal of the country, even if his clothes are worth a lot, if he is not loved by the Empress Dowager of Qin, what is it!

Bingqing grabbed the door with his hand, and after the last smile was consumed, he dressed up a little bit and said, "It turns out that the Jingda Movie Emperor is here to ask me for the city, isn't this easy to do?"

She paused deliberately, and her eyes lingered meaningfully on him for a moment before she said, "Come in." (To be continued.) )