The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

Zhang Kuang raised his head lazily, pointed at his chin with his bony fingers, and said, "How do you shoot?"

A few people came to the venue, Zhang Kuang went to put on the clothes with the broken arrows, and the props team smeared some red paste on the cut to create the effect of blood flowing out.

Frightened by the insolent behavior just now, Director Wang didn't dare to touch Xia Zhitao again, he just led her to stand outside the camera and directed, "Xiao Zhang, move to the right."

Zhang Kuang knelt down halfway, moved his body to the right, and shook the broken arrows all over his body.

"Okay, now imagine your girlfriend being kidnapped."

As soon as the words fell, Director Wang trembled in fright from Zhang Kuang's eyes——

That gaze was like a monstrous python, Xinzi hesitated, curled up with a cold murderous intent, as if trying to devour him.

Xia Zhitao: "..."

Director Wang raised his forehead and said helplessly, "Zhang Kuang, you are a dying person, not the leader of the Demon Cult!"

Who says I'm not the leader of the Demon Cult anymore?

Zhang Kuang: "...Oh."

Director Wang explained to her: "Don't look so fierce in your eyes, let it go a little bit, and be a little melancholy."

You are going to hold my Taotao hostage, why do you make me feel "melancholy"?It would be polite for me not to call out the rain of swords all over the sky to kill you.

The two younger brothers were watching from the side.

Lu Qian waited and watched for a while, feeling that Director Wang's "hijacking" may not be reliable. If his wife is hijacked, how can Zhang Kuang calm down, let alone act out Ji Yuanli's sadness before his death.

Having never directed acting before, he was eager to give it a try, and suggested, "I can't imagine being hijacked. Boss, imagine that Miss Xia is injured?"

Xia Zhitao, who was kidnapped and injured again: "..."

Zhang Kuang thought for two seconds, and all kinds of sadness suddenly appeared on his face, and even the corners of his eyes were slightly red, as if he had been wronged by the sky.

Director Wang frowned and commented: "No, this look is too pitiful, it doesn't fit Ji Yuanli's character."

Zhang Kuang: I'm so tired, what do you want me to do? I can't be fierce, I can't pretend to be pitiful, I can't lie down in plain clothes.

Zhang Kuangsheng knelt helplessly, not knowing when he would be able to stand up.

Yue Liansheng happened to take off his make-up, changed his clothes and prepared to leave.She saw that the filming over there hadn't been completed yet, so she came over to take a look: "What's the matter? The filming hasn't finished yet?"

Director Wang sighed: "Still stuck on the last scene, Xiao Zhang doesn't know what's wrong, she tried for a long time and couldn't get into the scene."

Yue Liansheng looked at Zhang Kuang with a paralyzed face, and understood: "For beginners, the death scene is indeed the most difficult to shoot, and the role of Ji Yuanli is also very complicated."

Yue Yinghou pulled back her loose hair, smiled slightly, and said, "Let me help."

Regardless of other aspects, if you only look at acting skills, she really has a say as a gold medal grand slam queen.

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Zhang Kuang was too lazy to continue half-kneeling, so she sat on the ground instead, with her left leg stretched out and her right leg bent, her arms resting on her knees, her gaze coldly swept over Yue Liansheng.

Yue Liansheng was terrified by her coercion on the first day, but he got used to it after ten days.She gracefully squatted down beside Zhang Kuang, with a few bunches of hair hanging on her shoulders, she was a beauty with a unique temperament.

Xia Zhitao, who was watching from a little distance, saw the two dressed in black and white, one sitting and the other squatting, one wanton and the other restrained, as if they were a match made in heaven.

She suddenly felt a stalk in her heart and felt a little uncomfortable.

Yue Liansheng and Zhang Kuang analyzed: "What do you think is wrong with you?"

Zhang Kuang snorted and said, "I haven't died before."

"...that's not the point," Yue Lian sighed, holding his forehead as if he had a headache, "If you really can't bring yourself into the role, maybe you can try the emotion substitution method?"

Zhang Kuang said: "What do you mean?"

Yue Liansheng explained: "It is to find the part that overlaps with the scene in the play from your own experience, and re-experience the love song at that time-let's call it a performance."

She tentatively asked: "Have you ever had a wish that couldn't be fulfilled, or did you value people and things that you valued but lost in the end?"

For Ji Yuanli, Concubine Lian is her bright moonlight, the warmth she can't ask for, and the freedom she yearns for—even though she clearly knows that her former childhood playmates have been with her "pity" Together with the title of concubine, she was imprisoned in the palace forever by heavy chains.

Seeing that Zhang Kuang's expression changed, Yue Liansheng keenly caught this slight fluctuation, and continued:

"What you have to do now is to put yourself back into that memory and re-experience the scene on the spot."

Zhang Kuang sighed heavily, with a slightly displeased expression on his face.

After Yue Liansheng stood up and walked back to the set, he gestured OK to Director Wang, "Let's start shooting."

Zhang Kuang knelt half-kneeling in silence, his eyelids covered the light bit by bit, submerged in the darkness.

She opened her eyes suddenly.

Director Wang was startled: That's right, that's the feeling, even a vague feeling that the crazy "performance" is heavier than Ji Yuanli's prayer.

The opportunity was not lost, Director Wang hurriedly rushed to direct the set, and cooperated with Zhang Kuang to start recording the scene.

Zhang Kuang was trembling all over, but he was trying his best to suppress his emotions, forming a strong contrast in perception.

Her voice was hoarse, and there was a trace of blood in her voice, but she did not hide her coldness at all:

"If you want to kill, then kill, why bother talking nonsense!"

The voice sounded like a cold sword coming out of its sheath, not at all like a defeated general who had abandoned his armor and carried his crossbow, with no way out.

Arrows rained all over the sky.

Ji Yuanli's expression suddenly relaxed, as if all the burden had been relieved.In her eyes was a clear blue sky, full of water that seemed to be dripping from the corners of her eyes.

"Jian Ling for you, Xingyue for you,"

The sound is like the wind passing by the dead leaves on the branches, light and inaudible.

"May I be free and free from now on."

It was so real, the turbulent emotions weighed heavily on the chest, making people breathless, it really didn't look like it was staged.

Yue Liansheng whispered: "Director Wang...she changed the words." Even so, she didn't mean to blame, but rather praised, "Although it was impromptu, the changes were very good."

Director Wang nodded. He looked at Zhang Kuang silently, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground as soon as he relaxed.

"Card!"

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The corpse suddenly opened its eyes and turned around in a circle.Zhang Kuang supported the ground silently, got up, and asked, "Director Wang, have you passed yet?"

"Passed." Director Wang applauded desperately, "one pass, very good, the acting skills exploded."

Zhang Kuang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine after that."

She took off the clothes and props, and moved some stiff hands and feet.

Lu Qian had obviously entered the play, bit his handkerchief again and looked at Zhang Kuang with teary eyes, feeling that the author of "Fish in the Pond" was really a devil, to write such a good person like Ji Yuanli to death.

He thought angrily, when he went back, he would buy ten or eight baskets of razor blades and send them all to the author's house to scare him to death.

Zhang Kuang clapped his hands, walked over and smiled at Xia Zhitao, "I'm going to remove my makeup and change my clothes, wait a minute."

Her sleeves were pushed up, revealing her slender and fair arms, with slightly bulged muscles, not too much, not too little, which looked pleasing to the eye.

Xia Zhitao nodded, "Okay, let's wait outside." Having said that, she always felt that something was wrong.

Zhang Kuang sat quietly on the chair, while the make-up artist took small brushes and other tools and alcohol to carefully clean off the red paste and wound effects sticking to the skin.

Zhang Kuang doesn't talk much at all, and he usually doesn't bother to build a good relationship with the crew or other actors.At this moment, she was silent and her expression was gloomy, and the make-up artist didn't find it strange.

After packing up, the four of them went out together.

The two younger brothers jumped up and down very excitedly because the boss finished filming, shouting all the way.

Lu Qian suggested: "I think we should have a celebration banquet or something!"

Song Muzhao shouted: "Agree, agree!"

Zhang Kuang laughed: "This is just a small supporting role, there are not many scenes in the first place, what kind of celebration party is there?"

Xia Zhitao disagreed, she pushed madly, and said with a smile: "It's good to have a small celebration, let's go."

Zhang Kuang naturally responded to his wife's requests, so Song Muzhao led a few people to find a restaurant that was said to be very famous for dinner.Everyone had a lively meal, and it was considered a celebration banquet after filming.

The two little brothers couldn't go home too late, so they were picked up by the drivers sent by their respective families after they finished their meal.

Zhang Kuang and Xia Zhitao were left. Xia Zhitao fiddled with the phone and called up the map to look at it.It just so happens that the hotel is not very far from the neighborhood where Xia Zhitao lives, and he can walk back in about ten minutes.

It can save a taxi fare, and taking a taxi at night cannot be said to be very safe.

"Shall I take you home?"

Ask madly.

The light from the street lamp fell between her eyebrows, and even the mechanical color of the light brought a bit of gentleness, spreading out like ripples.

Xia Zhitao nodded.She stepped forward and touched Zhang Kuang's hand with her fingertips, and Zhang Kuang held her back.

Although she stayed in the cold wind for a long time, her palm was still warm and reassuring.

The exhaled hot air condensed into a small mist in the air, curling up like white smoke, and dissipated after a while.

The two held hands and walked slowly down the street.

Soon he arrived at the door of Xia Zhitao's apartment. Xia Zhitao was looking for the ID card and house key in his bag, and Zhang Kuang stood quietly at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her.

Xia Zhitao took out the key and said to Zhang Kuang, "Then I'm leaving?"

Zhang Kuang smiled and nodded, "Good night."

Xia Zhitao turned around, and the door card was pasted on the card reader, making a beep.At this moment, she heard a very soft voice, faint and unreal, as if it would be blown into the air by the wind immediately.

"Peach,"

"—Can you give me a hug?"

She turned her head, Zhang Kuang still looked in her direction, showing a slightly childish smile.Like a child, she lost a candy she had hidden for a long time, looking a little lonely and sad.

Without any hesitation, without even thinking about it.Xia Zhitao quickly rushed down a few stairs, wrapped his arms around Zhang Kuang's neck, and hugged her in his arms.

The light and light hibiscus fragrance was scattered in the wind, Zhang Kuang hugged Xia Zhitao, and buried himself on her shoulder.After about ten seconds, she gently pushed him away, and said with a smile:

"never mind."

Zhang Kuang stood at the door, watching Xia Zhitao enter and go upstairs.She waited for the light behind the curtain to suddenly come on before she turned and left.