Chapter 144 It’s Too Cold

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"Why is it so badly injured?" Yi Ling didn't know what to do when she saw the bruises on Yan Huan's shoulders. Why is it so bruised? Should she go to the hospital?

"Maybe it's a physical problem. I don't feel much pain." Yan Huan moved her arm, but she couldn't help but frowned in pain.

It really hurts, but it's okay. She is filming a costume drama, otherwise, she might not even be able to wear a short sleeve.

She pretended to be fine and continued to read the script and recite the lines. In fact, she felt so painful that she wanted to cry, but she held it back.

At night, after she saw Yi Ling fall asleep, she went to the bathroom, took off her clothes, looked at her shoulders, and saw that half of her shoulders were bruised. No wonder it hurt so much.

She put on her clothes, walked out again, picked up the script, and then repeatedly thought about how to play the next play well.

She was wearing a black dress, her black hair also fell to her waist, a black mandala flower was painted on her forehead, her makeup was seductive, and her lips were rosy. At this time, she was barefoot and gently stirred the water in the pool.

At this time, a man was pressed up. When she turned around, her enchanting face made the man fascinated. Almost the pupils of his eyes began to sag, and then he couldn't extricate himself.

Such beauty is enchanting, terrifying, and deadly, but even so, I am afraid that men are willing to be like moths, even if they die, they have to say that dying under the peony flowers is romantic as a ghost.

The woman came over, and every step forward with her bare feet seemed to grow black mandala flowers at her feet, until she walked in front of the man, and the man's hands couldn't help but want to worship, even if this was not a fairy, but a witch.

"Who are you?" The man was obsessed, and all he could see was the woman's figure. His eyes were also dull and scattered.

The woman's red lips opened and closed, and then a hand was placed on the man's neck.

"Demon Lord, Qingyao..."

As the voice fell, there was a click, and the man's neck was broken by this beautiful hand. The man also died on the spot, but his eyes were staring, and his expression was frozen in the second before he died.

The woman then closed her eyes and absorbed all the man's soul for her own practice. She stood up and sneered. That kind of coldness was almost like a ghost in hell. She was the demon lord Qingyao, who killed people without blinking an eye. She killed anyone and dared to kill anyone. She had no humanity and no human feelings, because she was not a human being.

"Cut," the director shouted, and then asked Yan Huan to come over. Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't even dare to wipe the sweat on his forehead, for fear that his makeup would be ruined. At this time, after several months of filming, it was actually winter.

In the middle of winter, she had goose bumps all over her body and was shivering from the cold. Sometimes she was shivering and her hands and feet were numb. However, in her recent scenes, she had to wear such thin clothes, and she had to go bare-legged and bare-footed.

When she finished filming this scene, she came out, and Yiling quickly put the coat on her.

Yan Huan wrapped her clothes tightly and exhaled a breath of white air.

It was too cold.