Chapter 280

  Mu Ci and Feng Qian are from the same school, and even some of Mu Ci's kung fu is Feng Qian's acquaintance, and Feng Qian has been watching Mu Ci practice, and is very familiar with her moves.

  Mu Ci didn't make a sword, and Feng Qian could predict it in advance. The move is like this, and the knife on the chest just now is slowly exerting its left and right effects to hinder the action.

  When the two were fighting, half of the remaining men came back, and the other half disappeared. Mu Ci was very worried, fearing that other people still around would find out where his senior was.

   Because of this distraction, Feng Qian's sword plunged straight into Mu Ci's shoulder. Mu Ci took a few steps back, and the sword was drawn directly from his shoulder, which made people feel pain just looking at it.

   Mu Ci continued to make moves as if nothing had happened. Mu Ci could see through her moves, and similarly, she could also understand some of Feng Qian's moves.

  She was thinking of a way to break the situation. It seemed like a dead situation, but it also had infinite vitality. The key to breaking the game is Feng Qian's self-righteous understanding.

  Mu Ci began to reverse the actions of the entire move, and the direction of each move was changed randomly, making people irregular.

   Just like that, Mu Ci regained his victory. But I don't know why, her eyes are getting more and more blurry, is it caused by too much blood?

   Mu Ci spat out a mouthful of black blood, there was poison on that sword! Mu Ci instantly understood the reason, she pressed her palm on her chest, and the severe pain made her sober.

   Is it the same ending again? Mu Ci smiled sarcastically, isn't it true that evil is rewarded with evil? Why hasn't God taken any action? Is this destiny?

   Mu Ciqiang supported He Fengqian to go through a few moves, but her vision became more and more blurred, and the sword in her hand became heavier and heavier, too heavy to lift.

  She fell straight to the ground, her eyes were still open, but she was about to lose consciousness.

"Hmph, the effect of the medicine has taken effect, you can't hold it anymore, this is poison, you just wait for death slowly, you can go to accompany that dead old man." Mu Ci heard Feng Qian talking in his ear, He seemed to pat himself on the face.

  Black blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, but Mu Ci couldn't feel any pain now, instead, he became more and more relaxed. The blood was still there, already staining half of his face red.

   "Cut!" Xia Jin shouted the password, but none of the actors moved, they were waiting for the director to come and take pictures to confirm the location.

   After it was done, several people got up, Ji Xuan handed An Chen a bottle of water to rinse his mouth, Ling Han was holding a tissue to help An Chen wipe his face clean.

  Several people gathered around the monitor again. What should have been the most complicated fight scene was perfectly completed, and there was no fault at all, but there were more or less problems with other shots, so they had to reshoot other shots.

   This time it was much simpler, and it passed after a few repetitions.

  An Chen is changing the wig at the moment, the white wig, Xia Jin is explaining to the staff when to start the snow machine.

  The other people’s attire remained the same, but some makeup was added. An Chen’s face was still covered with blood from the last filming.

  Although An Chen's knees are wearing knee pads, they are useless. The continuous filming of fighting scenes would have caused damage to his knees, not to mention that the wounds have not healed.

  Although it hurts, An Chen didn't say a word, only the last shot is left, so there's no need to waste time so pretentiously.

   After changing the wig, An Chen walked out. The snow machine has just been set up, and everyone has been looking forward to the snow all night!

   At the beginning, there were small pieces, which were not noticeable at all, but slowly, the snow fell more and more.

  Xia Jin was also very excited, and hurriedly asked people to remove the machine and put the actors in place. This is the first snow this year, and it is also God's help.

   As long as a person truly appreciates the despair in ordinary suffering, he will understand how exaggerated all the words that beautify suffering are, and how artificial all the gestures that show off suffering are. -- Zhou Guoping "Facing Suffering"

  

  

  (end of this chapter)