I'm a scumbag, how did the Su male lead break

The small town of Caster in country M is famous for its diverse castles, churches and beautiful forests and rivers. As a well-known tourist town, today it ushered in a group of extraordinary guests.

"Gu!!" Lifting the hem of her skirt, Elizabeth ran towards Gu Bin and the two excitedly.

Gu Bin was looking at the surrounding environment of the studio, and when he thought about it, Elizabeth threw him into his arms.The girl yelled in surprise, her two arms tightly hugged his shoulders, and the people around her all looked familiar.

Gu Bin trembled, subconsciously looked to the side, and the newly-baked handsome boyfriend was looking at him with a smile.

In the next second, Elizabeth was pushed away immediately, and a question mark slowly appeared on her head: "?"

Gu Bin had a headache: "Elizabeth, I told you not to be so enthusiastic."

"Well, you Orientals are reserved." Elizabeth curled her lips, but her interest was not disturbed, but she turned to look at Song Qing who was beside Gu Bin, with stars in her eyes: "You are Song! You look so good-looking! "

Crow-feather black hair, porcelain white face, the light shines, the eyes under the long eyelashes contain a little blue, like the stars in the night sky.Even in the eyes of Europeans and Americans, this face is outrageously beautiful.

The young man smiled slightly, with indescribable elegance in every move: "Thank you for your compliment, miss."

"Yeah." Elizabeth covered her face shyly.

Gu Bin's face darkened, and he pulled Song Qing up with one hand. Seeing the suspicious look from his boyfriend, he said unnaturally: "Well, let's go to the dressing room first, the other actors have already passed."

"Oh." Song Qing was dragged away obediently without any resistance.

Leaving Elizabeth behind, looking at the back of the two, her eyes are shining, ah~ what to do, what to do, I am so excited, seeing these two people is inspired, and besides, Gu and Song are a couple, she changed the script too much It doesn't matter at all, right?

"Elizabeth."

A voice outside the set turned from far to near. Elizabeth turned her head and saw the biggest producer of "Bloodline", Ms. Chris, walking towards herself.

With a proud face and a tall figure, he came up and cast an arrogant look at Elizabeth: "Where are the two Asians here, show me."

"Il, you shouldn't have two Asians acting, I don't know if the audience can tell who is who between the two of them," Ms. Chris continued with a sarcastic smile, "Even if the two of them can I don't know if I was accepted by other actors."

"You know, Chinese."

Elizabeth was made very uncomfortable by the ironic tone: "Chris, I am the screenwriter and director of this show, and I have the right to decide who my actors are."

"Oh?" Ms. Chris sneered: "Then I hope our Miss Elizabeth won't miss it."

Elizabeth was annoyed, but she couldn't say anything. Unlike the producers and directors in China who each performed their duties, the producers in Country M had equal power to the director, or even greater power than the director.Elizabeth also relied on tightly holding the screenwriting and directing rights in her hands so that Chris did not take the right to speak casually.

If Gu and Song are not satisfactory...Elizabeth's eyes flashed a cold light, maybe Chris will use this point to criticize her, and she has to take some measures.

Gu, Song, don't let me down.

.......

After enjoying the afternoon tea, the actors got up in twos and threes, ready to start work. The Christmas holiday had just passed, and everyone was still a little lazy.Suddenly, everyone inside and outside the studio seemed to be attracted by something.

The milk tea in someone's hand spilled out, without knowing it.

"Shit!" A companion who was drenched cursed in a low voice, and couldn't take his eyes off the front, muttering to himself: "My God..."

The man who walked off the fitting table first, has black hair and black eyes, with a half rose tattoo on his collarbone and collar, exuding wildness and sexiness all over his body, like the hottest fire rose, when the other party looks at you, Then you know that everything is an illusion, the extremely dangerous eyes, with a hint of wild cruelty in the dim light.

It is instantly suffocating, and there is no doubt that the other party will tear your neck apart in the next second.

The beautiful young man walking behind the man, with platinum-blond soft long hair, and a hint of divinity in his eyes, was captured by those light blue eyes.

Ms. Chris: "This, this..."

Elizabeth turned to her triumphantly: "Girls must be crazy about them, right?"

Ms. Chris kept her face tight and did not speak, but her attitude was no longer so aggressive. The most important thing a businessman values ​​is profit, and now she sees the possibility of making her profit from Gu Bin and Song Qing.

Think about it, when women sitting in front of the TV and holding the remote control at home see this scene, what kind of effect will it achieve?

High screams and fast-paced heartbeats, well, this is the impact they want to bring to everyone in "Bloodline".

"Elizabeth, you did a good job this time." Changing her face was as fast as turning a book, Ms. Chris folded her arms and smiled, the smile on her face was like a shark smelling fish.

With a sweet smile on her face, Elizabeth took a bite in her heart, shit!A mercenary old woman.

"I hope it's not a vase." Rolling her eyes, Ms. Chris said.Although a vase can attract some ignorant girls in front of the TV with this face, the positioning of "Bloodline" does not only include women.

"Oh." Elizabeth walked to the set with a look of disdain. If Ms. Chris knew what award Gu had won at the Berlin Film Festival before, she would not think so. She waited for the other party to be severely slapped in the face.

The main decoration is a dark green long table. The atmosphere in the castle is stealthy and gloomy. The blood councilors in front of the long table held their breaths and communicated with each other from time to time.

There was an inexplicable sense of oppression in the air.

"Tap, tap."

The sound of bright leather boots stepping on the smooth floor.

Edgar, wearing a long black cloak, appeared in front of the conference table, looking down at the crowd indifferently, with an arrogant and mean expression.

The members of the House of Representatives bowed their heads respectfully: "Your Majesty the Duke."

"En." Lazily replied, Edgar Gnass sat down with his usual indifferent expression, his skin was sickly pale in the dim environment, and blue blood vessels were faintly visible.

A family member bit the bullet and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I heard that you brought back a half-breed child and raised him personally..."

"What's the problem?" The arrogant Duke asked indifferently, clenched his chin.

Another anxious member immediately spoke quickly: "Your Majesty, my mother is a lowly and dirty race. If you confuse such a bloodline, the other party is absolutely not qualified to be your heir!"

"Heir?" He sneered, and the Duke's tone could not be seen as liking or disliking: "Who told you that."

Without waiting for the member to answer, he spit out another faint sentence: "Then who do you think should be my successor?"

"Here," the councilor regained his composure, with a hint of joy flashing in his eyes: "If the Duke wants to choose an heir, I think Mrs. Heyman's son is the best. Mrs. Heyman is the daughter of the Vincent family with noble blood. The heir born for the duke must be..."

Hearing this, Edgar raised his head and glanced at the congressman in front of him, then turned his head slightly and told the blood servant next to him, glanced at the congressman, the blood servant nodded, and bowed back.

Thinking that the Duke had listened to his words, Councilor Winterson continued to talk, praising the benefits of heirs born from pure-blood marriages, but his companions felt something was wrong and lowered their heads even more.

A gust of fragrant wind blew at the door, and Mrs. Heyman, who was full of smiles, walked in with her waist twisted. When she saw the Duke sitting in the middle of the long table, her eyes lit up immediately, and she took a few steps forward, wearing a red low-cut dress. skirt, her plump chest rubbed against the Duke's chest in front of the House of Representatives.

"El~"

The beautiful woman smiled enchantingly: "What are you looking for~"

Edgar hugged Mrs. Hyman's waist with a smile, let her lean into his arms, and lowered his head intimately to stroke her long hair: "Winters said, let your child become our Gnass What do you think of the heir of the family?"

Vampires cannot have children, but there is a secret method that allows the blood of two vampires to blend together and transform a low-level species into a high-level pure-blood species.What Edgar meant at this time was to select a child from Mrs. Heyman's family and fuse with his blood to become the true blood heir of the Gnass family.

A gleam of ecstasy flashed in Hyman's eyes, and his eyes fluttered. He secretly exchanged glances with Winterson at the parliamentary table. She lowered her head shyly and leaned softly in the Duke's arms: "I obey your lord."

Edgar lowered his eyes, with a smile on his lips, gently stroked her long hair with his fingertips, and then slowly stretched out his pale right hand...

puff!

The shrill screams of the beautiful vampire woman made the hair of the councilors on the long table stand on end. They looked up in horror, and found that the ground was soon dyed red by the woman's body, and it looked like it had been cut off in half. The body, the woman lying on the ground convulsing and crying in excruciating pain, all the councilors' scalps were numb.

Edgar picked up the handkerchief expressionlessly and wiped his fingertips. Immediately, a servant respectfully stepped forward to drag Mrs. Hyman away. The screams echoed through the room for a long time, making the members of the House of Representatives sweat profusely, and twisted their seats uneasily. ass.

"I don't like betrayal."

"Especially...a fool who can't understand himself, understand?" The Duke's eyes melted into bright red for an instant, and he said in a deep voice.

Winterson, who had spoken earlier, was terrified, and knelt down at his feet in fright, his body trembling.

Without even glancing at the man under his feet, Edgar raised his foot and walked over the man without stopping.

"Mr. Winters," the blood servant of the old castle stepped forward, his red pupils like a terrifying wild ghost: "Follow me."

"No, no... ah!!!"

Hearing the screams from outside, the blond young man bound in the room sarcastically said, "Edgar, I never imagined that you vampires like the torture of killing people by breaking their waists."

The young man has a pair of beautiful eyes, and the sapphire-like pupil color can easily make people intoxicated, like the melting ice in spring, blooming in an instant with a charming lightness.

Ignoring the other party's words, Edgar threw down the cloak casually, stepped onto the big bed and teased casually, "My little Cecil, are you jealous?"

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Notice: The stupid author has to take the T^T exam at the end of the semester to avoid failing the course. Next, the text may be updated from time to time, about every 2-3 days.

Resume the update after the exam is over, sorry [a bow and slip]