Bark.

The muffled sound hidden under the skin made a deep breath. The bandage tape was dyed dark red little by little, and then suddenly loosened, and the tingling that followed began to slow down. The ground tore open the wound, and it swarmed up like a tide, and it was piled up on the chest, exploding unreasonably.

Andrew still did not give up.

He clenched his teeth, frowned, his muscles were tight to the extreme, like a fully drawn round bow, as if only a little more strength would be completely broken, that kind of precarious tremor made him The eyes condensed, and a terrifying fierceness and determination burst out from the depths of his eyes, truly showing the kind of madness that would be better than jade broken.

But the tight muscles are completely losing control of the hitting movement. Let alone two hundred and eighty hits, let alone one hundred and forty hits. It's all a mess. There is no tactics and no skills at all. It is the random percussion of the layman, even the most basic sense of rhythm has disappeared.

Andrew still did not give up.

His whole body burst into a stubborn stubbornness that didn't look back when he hit the south wall. The red silk in his eyes outlined a violent and primitive **** aura, which made people shudder.

He was hitting, he was still hitting frantically, until the pain burst out completely, and the entire right hand was so stiff that it could not be swung, like a rainstorm pear flower needle concentrated on the back of the hand, eyes Finally couldn't help closing it tightly, and withdrew his right hand, the piercing pain caused his jaw to tremble slightly.

He didn't speak, just closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, raised his head slightly, let the drumstick leave the tiger's mouth in his right hand, and stopped in mid-air, seeming to be waiting for the pain to recede slowly.

There was no sound in the whole practice room. Everyone held their breath. They didn't even dare to move their fingers, lest they could break the tranquility of the scene with a little movement-or they might be worried that they might explode a landmine and become that lunatic. Vent object.

In the dead silence, Rooney noticed Lan Li's right hand.

He is in control, trying his best to endure, the muscles from his forearm to shoulder are already tight to the extreme, and he can even see the green veins bulging out, it seems that the blood vessels may burst at any time; but even so, he can still see his fingertips. He was trembling slightly, and the extreme pain was slowly eating away at his willpower.

Can't see the blood, because the blood is hidden under the bandage, but the piercing pain is revealed in the tight muscles, even bystanders can't help but frown and dare not look directly. .

Under all eyes, Andrew lowered his head and slowly tore open the bandage.

Accompanied by gentle movements, those pupils spread out little by little, blooming instantly, and the extreme pain was surging doubled and doubled at this moment, and even the onlookers couldn't help but start grinning and grinning. Live in shock, "hiss".

Damien seemed restless and eager to try. Some could not bear it. He wanted to step forward on an impulse. He grabbed the camera and took close-up close-ups. These pictures were too real and too exciting. The style coincides with each other, he can even paint the finished picture of the movie projected on the big screen in his mind, and every detail is so vivid.

But Damien suppressed the impulse.

Because he knows that the current state of madness is definitely something that can be met but not sought, for actors and directors. The missed shots can be re-shot later, which is also the biggest advantage of the film; but once the missed state is broken, it may never be found again.

He needs to be calm.

In the professional part of filming, Damien is always able to calm down. No matter how impatient and eager, no matter how excited he is, he can still stabilize.

Andrew tore off the band-aid, his pupils were already fully diffused, and the clenched teeth could even hear the creaking collision, but he still did not flinch, instead bursting out of cold and excitement deep in the bottom of his eyes , The crazy madness leaked out in an instant, but disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had happened just now, just the illusion of a bystander.

This flash of illusion made people shiver involuntarily. The image of twin girls in The Shining came to mind.

Andrew gently squeezed the flap of his lips, and a simple action revealed the smell of bloodthirsty. Then, he took out a band-aid again and re-attached the wound; another band-aid, double-protected the enlarged wound. The veins of the entire tiger's mouth have been soaked with dark red viscous blood.

After finishing the bandage, Andrew raised his head again and squeezed the drumsticks tightly.

He needs to break through, he needs to control, he needs to relax.

But this is really not an easy task. Inexplicably, an Asian teenager with black head and yellow skin began to appear in his mind, lying on the snow-white hospital bed, lying quietly like this.

In a blink of an eye, the young man seemed to be bound by a white bandage, like a mummy, unable to move; another blink, the young man returned to his normal state, lying quietly on his back, sleeping like a sleeping beauty; another one In the blink of an eye, he opened his eyes, and then he entered the boy's body.

He tried to sit up, but then he realized that he was imprisoned tightly in this shell. No matter how hard he struggled, his body did not react at all. Even his fingers and toes were completely stiff, and the only thing that could swing was his head. He reluctantly raised his heavy head, but he couldn't even see his toes.

Damn, damn, damn!

Inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale, repeat the breathing action again and again-not deep breathing, just breathing, breathing back to the normal rhythm, so that your brain gradually calms down, and then all the inexplicable images disappear. Back to the real world again.

The line of sight fell on the sling.

I recalled Buddy Ricky's performance in my mind, confirmed the rhythm with a light jaw, let the muscles relax as much as possible, and then...started to beat again.

Sweat dripped down his nose, and hot beads of sweat hung on his eyelashes, but he didn't care at all. He stared at the slings like a torch, started shaking his wrists with low amplitude and high frequency, and lightly touched with drumsticks. Hanging, the clear sound flowed out like Dingdong spring water.

The wrist frequency is still rising fast.

But the stiff muscles did not listen to their orders. With a little lift, the wrists connected to the forearms began to shake, and the whole range began to increase uncontrollably. The feeling of drowsiness and depression was like being imprisoned in the body of that teenager. Medium, and getting stronger and tighter, the restraints are almost out of breath, if he doesn't resist, he may be suffocated alive like this.

Even after exhausting his whole body strength, even if he struggles like a madman, his limbs and torso are still unable to move, suffocated, angry, depressed, and sad. All the negative emotions are accumulated together and exploded in a volcanic eruption. Come out, so that the soul began to tremble slightly.

struggle. Get rid of, fight.

Involuntarily, his stubbornness and paranoia began to drive his whole muscles to resist with all their strength. In order to tear away the shackles of body and spirit, he waved his limbs like a madman, fighting desperately to the end, all control , All the concentration, all the energy has become a mess, completely lost the composition.

Those eyes gradually became stiff, and with terrifying gazes, they locked the slings in front of them, the fierce and unstoppable fierceness, I wished to swallow the slings alive.

"Bangbang, Bangbangbang, Bangbangbangbangbang."

The rhythm has been completely out of balance, there is no frame and no structure. If jazz is an elegant waltz, then Andrew's current performance has evolved into a boxing match where he and the drum set are no longer a partner. The relationship ~lightnovelpub.net~ is the confrontation between the two sides. There is absolutely no possibility to stop before the winner is determined.

He didn't close his eyes, he never closed his eyes, just widened his eyes, and the thick murderous aura rolled in the depths of his eyes, and the sharp hostility flashed past, like a demon spreading its wings and casting a shadow, sternly. Enclose Andrew completely. The evil and awe-inspiring paranoia flashed by again, and drowned in the violent storms.

There is no rhythm. There is no melody. There are no rules. There is no constitution.

Andrew just knocked the sling blindly so that he couldn't even see the end. The frenzied temperament rolled and spread in the narrow space. The heart of every bystander contracted, and a wave of despair appeared in his heart. The urge to escape was just trying to stay away from this demon, lest he would be a little slower and would lose his life.

But what was even more frightening was that their footsteps were firmly nailed to the place, unable to move, and even their fingers and chest had completely calmed down, without a sound. This weird silence and tranquility became more weird and terrifying amidst the clamor of the demons dancing.

"card!"

Damien couldn't help it after all, and shouted, but he immediately realized that his voice was stuck in his throat, and he didn't come out at all. It was like a mosquito, completely submerged in the layers of hangings. Amidst the screams, before he had time to breathe, he was severely cut off his breath, and then disappeared like this.

Damien was also stunned, staring at Lan Li dumbfounded:

He didn't stop, he still didn't stop, that kind of violent raging burst out of a kind of tragic and tragic moth fighting the fire, it seems that he is clearly seeing his life burning and blooming.

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