Chapter 577 The old man may have to fly!

  After such a long time of hard work, as Li Shixin’s earliest platform, the number of followers of Li Shixin on Doushou and Weibo has both exceeded the three million mark.

  At the Beep station, with the end of the serialization of the first episode of "The Rabbit", Xinye, who is a newcomer UP, also gained nearly a million fans.

  Although the premiere preview was released at noon, the activity of fans on the three platforms was already very high at this time.

  Fighting hands.

  Following Li Shixin’s update, fans have clicked on the latest video content after a tumult of "Ye Qinghui".

  The video has just started, and it is a shot taken by the camera from the back;

  Gray clouds block the noon sun, and the gloomy sky makes people breathless. If it weren't for the wisps of gray smoke flying past the camera, it seemed that the whole picture had frozen.

  This is the perspective of a person looking up at the sky.

  Huhu,huhu

  A heavy breathing sound formed the only voice-over.

  Immediately afterwards, the angle of view began to shift downward, skipping the quaint cornices, skipping the tasseled Jinbo hanging on the front of the shop, and landing on the chaotic street.

  Finally, he fell on a foreigner who was kneeling on the ground, blond and blue-eyed, in a suit.

  As the angle of view settled, it was like pouring out the water flowing in the ears, and the sound outside the breath gradually became clear.

   "Don\'t! Please!"

  "Men practice righteousness and boxing, women practice red light! Cut down the telephone poles, rip off the train tracks! Burn the Maozilou, destroy the **** Church! Kill the foreign devils, and make trouble with Daqing! Knife!"

  噗!

  A puff of red liquid dyed a corner of the picture.

   "Ah! Huh, huh, huh!"

  The breathing outside the painting started quickly.

  "Godfather, godfather, please spare your life! The goods are fancy goods, and the people are from the Qing Dynasty! I threw them all, I threw them all!"

  "Is this? With a cross, you still say that you are from the Qing Dynasty? I think you are obviously a man!"

   "This is because I caused the cold last year. My mother-in-law asked me from the temple! I don't know what it is, I don't believe in foreign religion, I don't believe in foreign religion!"

   "I didn't even say that you believe in foreign religion. Don't you know what this thing is? How do you know that it is a foreign religion?"

   "What's the matter with this Ermao? Knife!"

   "Wait! How can we righteous boxing kill innocent people? If it is not a religious person, you will know when you go to the altar! Come, open the altar!"

   "Open the altar!"

  Several men with red turbans took out a few yellow talisman papers from their arms, and after they lit them with fire, they threw them in front of the fat man who was kneeling on the ground and shivering.

   "Paper ash ascends to the sky, it is well-informed! The paper ash does not stand, and the head falls!"

   "Master, what do you mean?"

   "I'm optimistic, if Fu Hui floats to the sky, it means that the gods of the Qing Dynasty recognize you! If you don't float to the sky, it means you are a foreigner who believes in foreign religion!"

   "Huh! Huh! Huh!"

   Hearing this explanation, the sweaty fat man hurriedly blew a few breaths on the ground, "God, get up! Look, get up!"

  The ashes after the burning of the talisman paper, as the fat man blew a few breaths, floated up.

  But when the fat man's eyes widened and he was inexplicably surprised, the paper ash floating in the air was swept back to the ground by a breeze.

   "What the **** are you talking to?"

  噗

"what!"

  In the chaotic street, there was another blush.

  The video has just started, and the high energy in the screen stunned the netizens!

   "Fuck, the fat man's part made my neck shrink! What kind of fairy verification is this? Can a piece of paper dust be seen?"

   "Uh, feel sorry for the fat man for two seconds."

   "Xin Ye's drama is too high-powered. This first paragraph makes my scalp numb."

   "I read few books. In my impression, isn't the Boxer resisting the colonial invaders? What the **** is this?"

   "It feels a bit fake, and it doesn't match the boxer in my impression."

"The previous, this is not actually a conflict. It needs to be looked at in many ways. The Boxers have indeed made a great contribution to resisting colonial aggression and paid a lot of sacrifices. They did use their swords and spears to fight the invaders. The artillery fought hard and guarded the mountains and rivers of the motherland. But please don’t forget, after all, this is a group of individuals who have a low level of education and rely on superstition to gather.”

"What the young lady said earlier is correct. Faced with the foreign devil's invasion of the Boxer, she bravely resisted, but objectively it has caused serious damage to China since the 1860s. Destroyed railways, demolished electric lights, and eliminated all advanced production at the time. Data and compatriots of different beliefs. The purges of domestic and foreign religious people and the wrongful killing of the common people at that time are also recorded in the annals."

"If you have to define Yihequan, this can be said to be a group of ignorant patriots. There is no problem with the performance in this paragraph. Judging from the two paragraphs of burning incense ashes to determine whether they are foreigners and the slogan of punishment, the script Obviously, I checked the information and worked hard. It's very true."

  "I don’t believe that since I watched movies, I felt that righteousness and boxing were the three views of righteous men."

   "There is nothing to subvert the Three Views. Any loosely organized movement initiated in any public group will be accompanied by ignorance and abuse of power. Look at the current ocean robbing Nike and your brother who smashed the white ghost."

   "Speak carefully upstairs!"

   "Hush, watch a show, watch a show!"

  Interactive area comments are surging, while the plot of "Ling" continues;

  In the sound of rapid breathing, the screen jittered violently;

   "Cheap leather! Foreigners' money is not too dirty for you!"

   "You still dare to harbor foreigners, I think you guys who sing operas are also Er Maozi!"

  With the big foot tangled in the leggings retracted, the picture finally pulled from the close shot to the middle shot.

  That is in front of a theater.

  The owner from the perspective just now, a man who can't see his age kneels in the center of the picture. He trembled and dropped his head. He didn't dare to look at the Yihe fists standing in front of him, and he didn't say a word either.

  Beside him, there are a group of old and young theatrical troupe members. Some wore shabby gowns and looked like musicians. Some were ignorant, obviously frightened children-most of them had already peeed their pants in fright, but did not dare to cry.

  More, it’s actors who are still wearing costumes and posing on their faces.

  In the place closest to the gate of the theater, an old man with pale braids, Duang slammed his head down.

  "Godfather, I’m wronged! Our inferior performers have inherited the stuff of our ancestors, so don’t you dare to have anything to do with foreigners!"

   "Then why foreigners see us coming, and they all run into your theater? Why don't they go elsewhere?"

   "They are all patrons who come to listen to the drama from time to time, and Xu is compliant."

   "Foreign devils like drama?"

  "The old men turned their heads, looked at the corpses lying on the ground, and shrank their necks: "They come often."

Seeing the appearance of the old man, a red headscarf holding a torch was delighted: "When I was in my hometown, I saw your group of singers pretending to be women on the stage during the day, and at night under the covers of the big master as a rabbit. Really he is. Mom is a scumbag, and she keeps talking about ancestors' things, foreigners like to play with toys, but it's not a good **** thing. Today I will do harm to the people and burn you things that please foreigners!"

  Patter, the torch was thrown into the theater.

   "No! No way!"

   Seeing that the door curtain in the torch general theater was burning, the old man jumped on it like crazy.

  The fists of the annoyed boxers followed.

  Amidst the old man’s pain and begging for mercy, the fire grew stronger, and the insignificant effort of the signboard of the Huihui Building fell down with a burst of crackling beans.

  Looking at the theater engulfed by the fire, the old man with tears on his face mixed with blood did not understand.

   "If someone sings, someone listens to it. When the singer opens the stage, who is sitting underneath the stage? What's wrong with the drama, what's wrong with the drama?"

  As another torch was thrown into the theater, the deflated boxer left.

  The red flames set off the bewildered and bitter face of the old host.

  The flames are getting brighter and brighter, the bitterness of the face is getting deeper and deeper, and the thousands of bitterness converge to the end, but condensed into a smile.

   "Hahaha,"

  His eyes are crying and his mouth is smiling.

  "The swords, spears, swords and halberds are all set, and the five-color flags rise in the air"

   "Ren Er searched Ren Erqi, sit firmly in Mianshan and never leave!"

  噗.

  Sing a song, a bit of blood spurting out so far.

  The old class leader fell along with the theater building that had been engulfed by the fire.

  The video is here, and the interactive area is quiet.

  Falling from the plaque in the theater building, to the last two-minute long shot of the old man singing "Burning Mianshan" and vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

  Within these two minutes, a desperate man with no backhand in the face of fate was played!

  Drops!

  Received 321112 points of cheers!

  On the set, Li Shixin, who had just finished unloading and washed his face, heard a soft cry in his ear.

  Huh?

   Holding a towel, Li Shixin's hand froze while wiping his face.

   Less than ten minutes after the first paragraph was released, I am afraid that most people have not finished watching it. The leeks have contributed such an equivalent?

  Two lines of excitement tears slipped down Li Shixin’s face covered with drops of water.

Oh shit.

  After so long, the old man can finally feel the feeling of flying.

   Silently, he turned on the phone, watched the comments scrolling wildly in the interactive comment area, and clenched his fists.

  (灬‵)

  Please continue, don’t stop, don’t stop!

  (End of this chapter)