Fang Linna's female number three in this play is called the muse, representing the goddess who guides the male protagonist to pursue his theatrical dreams.

Listening to West's self-righteous romantic and sultry language, the corners of Fang Linna's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

She grabbed the puff casually, patted it, touched up the lipstick, stood up and walked outside.

Suddenly, West grabbed her wrist.

"My muse,"

West's thin, red lips pressed to Fang Linna's ear, and his breath beat against Fang Linna's cheek with some burning.

"What perfume do you use?"

If it was an ordinary girl, such a handsome and handsome man whispered in his ear, answered his question with a red face, and then gave him the opportunity to show off himself further.

But it is obvious that Fang Lina is not such a person.

Her expression didn't fluctuate, and she didn't even hide from the side without a trace.

“Six God.”

She said lightly, and then left a bewildered West and walked straight out of the backstage.

Six god？

What's that? A new fragrance from Paris?

……

"Tell me, Nissos, tell me,"

On the stage, Fang Linna's curly hair spread out and covered her white shoulders, with a wreath of laurel flowers on her head; She wore a light blue and white strappy Greek bandeau dress, and held a small harp in her arms, and sat on a prop tree.

Her face was calm and kind, staring at West below.

"Are you willing to follow your dreams? Even if the road ahead is full of poisonous snakes and thorns, even if in the end, you will be abandoned by all your loved ones? ”

"I do, my goddess,"

"Dear Goddess,"

"I'm ready to fight like a warrior."

Fang Lina stretched out her hands and handed the harp in front of Vest.

"Take it, my child,"

"Take it,"

"This is a gift from the gods."

"Nope! I disagree! ”

Suddenly, out of the side curtain came Fiona, dressed in a long fiery red dress, with a snake-shaped collar around her neck and a long silver spear in her hands.

Her expression contrasted sharply with Fang Linna's, and with pathos and anger, she raised the silver spear in her hand.

"I will never allow you to take my love,"

"Even if it's fate!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of a board sounded.

The three people on the stage suddenly relaxed.

"Very good! Very good! Mr. Walter clapped his hands and walked out, looking at the three men, even Fiona, whom he least wanted to see, all smiles on their faces.

"Great! I'm sure the show will be a big sellout. ”

"Especially Miss Linna, I didn't expect you to be able to perform so well for the first time acting!"

As he spoke, he walked over and wanted to take Fang Lina down from the tree.

West preempted him and came under the tree.

"My muse," he said, holding out his hand, smiling widely.

Fang Linna didn't even look at him, and landed lightly.

"It's all thanks to everyone's help that I have a deeper understanding of this role." Fang Lina smiled and said to Mr. Walter.

"Okay, that's all for today's rehearsal, let's see you tomorrow."

Fang Linna took her skirt and got off the stage, and just after coming down the stairs, she saw Lu Qiu leaning on the pillar without saying a word, looking at herself without saying a word.

"What do you want me to do?"

Fang Linna said angrily.

Lu Qiu looked at her wordlessly, and suddenly smiled slightly,

"You're really good-looking."

"Am there any times when I don't look good?"

"No, no, Sister Fang will always be good-looking."

As he spoke, Lu Qiu stepped forward wordlessly and grabbed her hand.

"There's something wrong with West."

"There's a problem," Fang Lina felt a little disgusted at the thought of his greasy style.

"Sassy is like a peacock, shaking his beautiful big ass and courting anytime and anywhere."

"What, he's harassing you?"

Fang Linna rolled her eyes, it was a certainty.

"It's really weird," Lu Qiu's wordless hand rubbed against his jaw,

"Vivien isn't afraid of someone who usually speaks ill of her, but of a playboy?"

"Eh, you say, could it be Westerta......"

Looking at Fang Linna's eyes full of meaning, Lu Qiu shook his head wordlessly.

"Not really."

"That feeling, more like,"

"Fear of dangerous things."

As soon as the words ended, they happened to come backstage. The backstage door is hidden, casting a warm bright yellow light from within.

Lu Qiu was speechless and suddenly grabbed Fang Linna, who was about to go in.

"Don't move!"

"There's something."

Lu Qiu's eyes narrowed when he said this sentence without words.

A feeling of hair standing on end came over her body, and she slowly half-crouched, pulled out the dagger strapped to her boots, and held it horizontally in front of her.

Fang Linna consciously hid behind Lu Qiu's speechlessness, because of the change of clothes, her weapon was not on her body.

Lu Qiu wordlessly used the sharp blade of the dagger to push open the hidden door.

The backstage door slowly opened.

The bright yellow light gradually grew larger,

Get bigger.

Finally, when the door was fully opened, the bare stinging Lu Qiu shook his eyes wordlessly.

As usual in the backstage dressing room,

White, bright yellow, fiery red, emerald green, the costumes are tangled and coiled, and the tables and chairs are messy.

It's just that there is one more person,

The hulking body floated in midair, its stubby neck struggling to lift, and its fat calves kicking wildly, like a drowning man.

The greasy, bloated face had turned a sauce color, and saliva was running down the corners of the mouth, with bright red bloodshots.

The eyes are wide, the eyeballs are protruding, and they will fall out of their sockets at any time.

This man was speechless and they knew,

When I came in on the first day, that fat man,

Seth.

Lu Qiu was speechless and the entry of the two seemed to send some signal, and Seth, who had been floating in mid-air, suddenly let out a suppressed scream in his throat, and then,

Lu Qiu was speechless and clearly saw that two red threads started from his jaw and spread respectively.

All the way to the top of the head.

The two strands of red thread met and joined together.

A terrifying scene happened, starting from the top of his head, Seth's greasy face, slowly,

Fell off.

It was as if there was a man carefully peeling back the window paper, first on his forehead, then on his eyes, nose, and lips.

Finally, a very slight "tearing" sound came out, and the still oily face was completely torn off.

Fluttering, fluttering, fluttering,

Like an abandoned poster,

fell to the floor.

Lu Qiu Wuyan and Fang Linna stood in place, watching the mountain-like man slam on the ground, his mouth like a crab, gurgling and spitting blood.

Lu Qiu wordlessly tightened the dagger in his hand, and slowly walked towards the face.

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