I became red after being fed by a boss

Yunwu Mountain is a long stretch of mountains with overlapping peaks, the mountainside is steaming with clouds and mist, and the peak is covered with snow all the year round.

Because of the filming crew from Yan City, the foot of the mountain, which is rarely visited by people, is now very lively.

Hu Youyou learned from the chatter of the staff that the film being filmed was called "Jiangshan".

At noon that day, Hu Youyou saw that the crew had started filming again, so he hastily woke up Xiaofeng who had slept all morning.

He nimbly jumped onto the branches of the ancient tree, hiding behind layers of leaves and quietly observing humans.

Hu Youyou is a nine-tailed fox, although now there is only one tail hanging lazily in the air.

Xiaofeng is a cockatiel, she landed on Hu Youyou's shoulder, and said sleepily with two rounds of red blush on her face: "Yuyou, it's been several days, don't you get tired of watching it so many times?"

"Have you watched it for many days?" Hu Youyou licked her front paw, flexing her short knuckles to count, "One, two, three... It's not that many days."

The crew started filming, and it was exactly the same as yesterday's filming.

On the battlefield of fighting and blood, the sound of clang and clang continued continuously.

The man standing at the very center of the battlefield holds a strong and sharp sword, holding a sharp long sword in his lowered hand.

Surrounded by red-tasseled spears approaching constantly, the number of enemies is obviously over hundreds or thousands, but they are trembling non-stop, moving slowly, and are quite afraid of men.

Taking advantage of the gap between the confrontation between the two sides, Xiaofeng glanced at Hu Youyou's tail.

She remembered that when she was a child, Hu Youyou's tail was fluffy and white, like soft cotton candy in the human world, with smooth and shiny hair, but now the pointed hair of the tail is more and more sparse, with a yellowish yellow from malnutrition, and the hair is messy like fried hair.

The drooping tail trembled slightly, and soft hairs floated in mid-air, like catkins rustling, and slowly fell into the soil.

She worriedly asked: "Yuyou, have you lost your hair recently?"

The aura of Yunwu Mountain is getting thinner and thinner. A few decades ago, we saw herbalists dig up 50-year-old ginseng, [-]-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and other precious Chinese herbal medicines. Now it takes a long time to find the most common ginseng.

When asked if she lost her hair, Hu Youyou's limbs were stiff, and her pink pointed ears curled up in shame.

He curled up his tail and put it on his chest, blushing and softly said: "You read it wrong, I, I didn't shed my hair."

For the Nine-Tailed Fox, there are two dignity engraved in the bones, one is the number of tails, and the other is the quality of hair.

It takes a lot of aura to cultivate a nine-tailed fox, and it takes a long time. Hu Youyou looked through ancient books and knew that there are very few nine-tailed foxes who have successfully cultivated a nine-tailed fox. He comforted himself that he was just a little monster who had lived for decades , It's normal not to have a second tail.

He climbed to the top of Yunwu Mountain day after day, enduring the extreme cold of the snow to absorb the bright moonlight, but the spiritual power he could absorb became more and more insufficient for him.

For the same aura, Xiaofeng only needs to absorb a little bit. She rubbed her stomach contentedly every day, and the two little sun blush on her cheeks became more and more rosy, but for Hu Youyou, Yuehua's aura was completely a drop in the bucket.

A few years ago, he was able to maintain his soft fur well, and his whole body was snow-white. In recent months, not only did his tail lose hair, but the top of his head also began to lose hair. To use the words he learned in the theater a few days ago Said—he was going bald.

"Are you going bald—" Before Xiaofeng finished speaking, her mouth was blocked by Hu Youyou's soft palm.

Hu Youyou's eyes drifted, and he was thinking about how to change the subject, when the sound of weapons colliding came, he said awkwardly: "They have started, let's watch the performance seriously."

Xiaofeng's face turned red, and she nodded hastily. Seeing that she didn't intend to ask more questions, Hu Youyou breathed a sigh of relief, and moved her claws to rub against the branches.

In order to pursue the true nature of the film, Ying Rong is wearing heavyweight armor. The weight of nearly 20 kilograms is extremely challenging for humans.

But Ying Rong swung his sword, his tall and straight figure was smooth and flowing, and his movements to kill the enemy were clean and neat. The enemy's neck was smeared when he raised his hands and feet, the blood bag burst, and the blood splashed on his chiseled face.

The smell of blood was strong, and the man frowned slightly. After a while, he ignored it and raised his hand to wipe it. The blood stain added a bit of chill to the man, and he soon threw himself into the next battle.

Turning around suddenly, Hu Youyou's eyes collided with the man unsuspectingly.

His eyes were full of blood and chill, and his deep eyes were cold and deep.

Hu Youyou's little heart stopped beating for a moment, and she was almost so frightened that she fell down.

Thinking of such a long distance, with the limit of human vision, he could not be seen at all.

He patted his chest lightly, but still subconsciously dodged the other party's scrutinizing gaze.

Ying Rong didn't show it on his face, but he was suspicious in his heart, just when he saw the particularly obvious snow-white figure among the emerald green leaves.

The hero of "Jiangshan" was ambushed by the enemy on his way back to Beijing, and the important scene of one enemy thousand ended perfectly.

With a sound of "click", the group of actors retreated to the sidelines to rest. They were wearing special armor specially made for filming, and they were so hot that they weighed only a few kilograms.

It was hard for them to imagine how Best Actor Ying could perfectly shoot this important scene without changing his expression. If it wasn't for the director's dissatisfaction with the group performance yesterday, there would be no need to shoot a second time today.

Ying Rong took off his helmet, and as soon as he sat back on the chair, a bottle of iced mineral water was handed to him in front of him.

His life assistant, Yang Meng, kept fanning with a cattail fan, "Brother Ying, hurry up and drink some water."

The sun was shining brightly, and the heat wave was raging. A high temperature warning was issued in the morning. Fortunately, Brother Ying was in good health and did not suffer from heat stroke.

The man's legs were spread apart, and his long legs touched the ground. He took the cold mineral water, and his Adam's apple rolled gently. Wipe it.

"I don't know if the weather forecast is accurate. It says that there may be heavy rain in the next two nights." Yang Meng swiped the screen with her hand and kept muttering, "But anyway, we will leave after shooting."

Ying Rong grunted lazily, got up and went to the makeup artist, and ordered them to help him remove his makeup. His part in this scene had finished filming, and the director said that in the afternoon, he was going to make up some additional scenes for the group performances.

When it was time for lunch, the theater staff yelled to distribute lunch boxes, and Yang Meng followed his orders and took back two boxes.

The film was originally going for the big prize, the financial investment is strong, and the dishes of the box lunch are not skimpy. It is the best in this desolate place dozens of kilometers away from the city center.

Ying Rong's boxed lunch was more luxurious, and because of him, Yang Meng also got a boxed lunch with better dishes.

The scent of the studio came continuously, Hu Youyou smelled the smell of home-cooked food, her mouth kept salivating, and her stomach made gurgling noises.

For him and Xiaofeng, food is not a must, spiritual energy is more important than food, but Hu Youyou is a greedy little fox, his round eyes rolled away, and he said to Xiaofeng: " I'm so hungry, I'm off to hunt."

Xiaofeng patted her wings: "Okay, then I'll go back to Wowo and sleep for a while, and I'll look for you in the afternoon."

Ying Rong ate his boxed lunch slowly, and if he realized something, he looked at the place he had casually glanced at before, and Bai Bai's figure had long since disappeared.

After starting the machine in the afternoon, Ying Rong didn't leave, but stayed on the set to study the next rival scene repeatedly.

Suddenly, his feet itched slightly, and his eyelids drooped slightly. It was a snow-white rabbit with blood gurgling from its hind legs, which seemed to be injured.

The little white rabbit's hair was dirty, but luckily its fur was thick. After hesitating for two seconds, he leaned down. His broad palms hadn't even touched the rabbit's head, just the touch of his fingertips. The rabbit let out a squeak. screaming, limping around on one leg.

A small movement attracted the attention of a female makeup artist. She was stunned for two seconds, remembering the terrible rumors in the market, and immediately rushed to pick up the rabbit and stuffed it in her arms: "Ying, Teacher Ying, leave this rabbit to me."

Ying Rong's hands froze, and he withdrew his hands after a while, and when he looked at her again, there was suspicion on his face whether the actor was abusing small animals again.

Ying Rong frowned slightly, and said lightly: "The rabbit's leg is injured."

"Ah, really!" The female makeup artist looked down to see the bright red blood stain on the chest of the clothes, "Then let me bandage it up."

She glanced around and muttered, "Who has a cloth strip!"

Ying Rong stared at her for two seconds, took out a dark gray square handkerchief, tore it vigorously and said, "This is for you."

The female makeup artist took the cloth strip, her palm felt uneven. She looked down and saw that it was the English logo of a certain big brand.

She took the cloth and thanked repeatedly, helped the rabbit bandage the wound and sent it back to the forest.

Ying Rong glanced at the bouncing figure of the rabbit, and then looked at the female makeup artist just now from the corner of her eye. She was chatting with a friend.

Even at a long distance, Ying Rong, who has the blood of ancient beasts, has particularly keen hearing.

"I thought the film king was abusing small animals, but I didn't expect him to be very nice, tearing a handkerchief worth thousands of yuan into strips and asking me to bandage the little rabbit."

"Ham, don't be fooled by his appearance, it's just for show."

"But... no one saw it, isn't it useless to show off."

"Little animals are sensitive. Did you forget that all the police dogs kept barking at him in the variety show last time? You must have noticed his hostility!"

Ying Rong's eyes moved slightly, and after a while, he closed his eyes to rest.