Rebirth of the Long Night Starlight

After filming this scene, because the process went very smoothly, Director Yue was also full of joy. Everyone happily packed up and prepared for the next filming. Feng Yeshu retreated to a secluded place outside the scene with few people, and sat down against the wall.As soon as he calmed down, the severe pain in his head almost made him lose his ability to think.

Still... overloaded.

Even Ji's devil training was able to grit his teeth back then. Feng Yeshu's physical fitness was not bad, but he was born with a problem. Once he didn't get enough sleep or the pressure exceeded his ability to bear, he would have severe headaches. Whether he took medicine or Acupuncture has little effect.Cheng Xu was also in a hurry because of this problem, but later found that as long as he stayed with Feng Yeshu and let him sleep quietly for a few hours, he would be cured.

But now, the Sri Lankan has passed away, leaving only a residual dream.

Feng Yeshu is an extremely self-controlled person. Most of the roles are within the range of his acting skills, and there are very few situations where he is overwhelmed.I don't know if the role of Long Yan is becoming more and more subtle and complicated like a real person, and it is difficult to grasp, or he has gradually become involved in the drama unconsciously and cannot extricate himself. In the scene just now, it felt like a madman. He could almost hear Long Yan's voice. Yan held the sword in his hand, his eyes were red, and he beheaded the people who blocked him one by one: "If you are a unicorn, you can win the world, but the world is nothing more than everything in your palm. If you cherish it, I will take it!" Serve it on a silver plate and give it to you.

He should have thought a long time ago that the leader of the dragoon guards who could kill countless monsters along the way, if he didn't harbor deeper darkness in his heart, if he could be more cruel and cunning than monsters.Long Yan's nature is not a kind beast tamer, but a powerful monster sealed under heavy shackles, once he gets the chance to be bloodthirsty——

Huaichun!

Feng Yeshu opened his eyes suddenly, the people around him had gradually dispersed, and no one seemed to notice his existence.Feng Yeshu breathed a sigh of relief, as soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the bloody Long Yan standing opposite him: "Don't you want to replace Cheng Xu with him? You have endured so hard, but Cheng Xu I may not take your love."

"Why restraint? He is very close to you and undefended. As long as you nod, the person you want will naturally come to you. One day you will become so powerful that you are not afraid of words. At that time, don't say It's Meng Yanchi, anyone who is similar to Cheng Xu, as long as..."

"roll--!"

Huaichun, I'm here to save you.

The intricate structure inside the imperial city is like a maze, but with just a little faint breath, Long Yan can follow it to find Huai Chun's location.When Long Yan appeared in front of the dark room with his elite descending from the sky, the subjugated king was opening a secret way for the royal family to escape for Huai Chun, begging Huai Chun to leave first.

"Huaichun, come here." Long Yan drew his sword in his hand, and stretched out his other hand to Huaichun, "I'm here to pick you up, come back with me."

Huai Chun turned his face to look at him, his eyes were both familiar and unfamiliar, as if he was looking at someone he didn't know.This expression made Long Yan extremely anxious, he left the crowd and walked forward, but he was blocked by a bright yellow suit: "Bold, how dare you surpass the emperor."

Son of Heaven... so what?

If he is really the son of destiny, why can't he even defend the capital of the country?If there is a destiny, and now the destiny has been buried under my sword, the unicorn of destiny should belong to me alone!

"you……"

No one can hear the next words, only the king's lips are moving, but the severed throat has made him unable to make a sound.

Blood is blooming like a red mandala in the palace of the imperial city. The king is dead, the unicorn of destiny has been forcibly taken away, and the country is about to die.

Long Yan completely ignored the burst of crying, but hugged Huai Chun vigorously into his arms, feeling Huai Chun's unique fresh breath, his whole heart seemed to settle down, "I'm late, Huai Chun, they Is there anything difficult for you?"

Huaichun was quietly in his arms and did not speak, Long Yan only thought that he was afraid, but his blood was all over his body, he was at a loss for a while, and did not know how to comfort him.Long Yan only wanted to ask someone to change his clothes, but in a daze, he missed that fleeting cold light, and felt a chill in his chest——

An exquisite short knife no more than seven inches deep into his chest, and the person holding the handle is none other than Huai Chun.