"You're calling me?" The cold, low, and magnetic sound has its own deterrent effect.

Ren Yuwen frowned, "You ......"

"Number 23! In! ”

"You wait for me." Ren Yuwen walked to the audition room and turned around and warned viciously.

He has never been ignored so much since he was a child, although this is the imperial capital, but his father is the mayor of Jiangcheng District! I can't care about the imperial capital, but there are many people under my hands who know the rich children in the imperial capital, this person is the first to treat him like this, don't want him to look good in the future!

Thinking like this, his face unconsciously showed a cruel look.

His expression was fully recognizable.

But he didn't care, hanging his head, his eyes cold.

It's just a clown who jumps off the beam, and at most adds a little fun to life.

Close your eyes and watch the selected clip in your head.

*

The door to the audition room was opened, and a man in overalls poked his head out and shouted, "Number 100!" In! ”

Lifeng opened his eyes, stood up unhurriedly, and walked towards the audition room.

Walking in, there is a table in a small space, and there are two people sitting next to the table, one is director Lin Yunjun, the other is assistant director Zhang Canglong, and on a chair next to him is Zhou Zi'an, the author of "God King", whose pen name is Mi Mi'an.

When he walked in from the seal, Zhang Canglong frowned: "Can you take off your mask, sunglasses, and hat?"

After hesitating for a moment, Lifeng took off his cap, sunglasses and mask, put them in his pocket, and then looked up and saw a group of people who were stunned.

He didn't pay attention to it either, and started acting on his own.

He retracted the aura around his body, his face was expressionless, and his expression was cold—Demon Seven was also a paralyzed face for ten thousand years.

The staff member who spoke to him hurriedly came back to his senses and looked at the lines in his hand, "Demon Sect Master, you better give up, Ziyan likes me." ”

There was no wave in the eyes of the Demon Seven, and with a wave of his sleeves, he turned to leave, leaving only a red and dashing back: "If you lose her, I will snatch her back at all costs." ”

The scene changes.

Under the cherry blossom tree, the gray sky was melancholy through the sun, and the cold voice carried a hint of self-deprecation: "Yes, she doesn't belong to me after all." But, so what, in this life, I will always protect her, protect her peace and joy. ”

Suddenly, the scene changed again.

"Who are you?" With a hint of vigilance and murderous intent in his cold eyes, he stared at the smiling girl in front of him.

The girl didn't care at all, wrung out the handkerchief, and the water fell into the tub with a crackle.

She reached out and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, revealing an even sweeter smile, "Are you awake?" My name is Yun Ziyan, and when I was collecting medicine at the foot of the mountain, I saw you lying on the ground covered in injuries, so I brought you back. Stand up straight and put your hands on your hips, "Ahhh ”

Demon Seven looked at her quietly, then shifted his gaze and coldly spit out a few words: "Demon Peach Mountain?"

"Ah, yes, by the way, you've been in a coma for so long, you're hungry, aren't you? I'm going to get you something to eat. ”

……

"Heh, the first time we met, it was a little different for you." The man in red said self-deprecatingly.

When I closed my eyes and opened them again, my eyes were no longer self-deprecating and pathetic, but returned to their original coldness and profundity.

Lifeng looked at the stunned group of people, cold and low, but also magnetic, with a hint of smoke, "Thank you." ”