MTL - Be Pampered and Spoiled-Chapter 132

However, Kamiki Murata seemed to have anticipated Mi Lan's reaction long ago, and upon hearing this, he just showed an expected smug smile, with a disgusting complacency.

The smeared beard was tearing the skin on her lips because of the arc of her smile, making her look a bit hideous all of a sudden.

"It's okay if you don't say anything." Murata Kamiki put the device in his hand back on the table, looked at the old thing that was obviously often played with, and said slowly, "But, you don't Said, every once in a while, I shoot one..." She pointed her finger in circles in the yard, and finally put her finger on the villagers who were being pressed down by the soldiers, and said, "The villagers here."

Mi Lan's expression tensed instantly, and her eyes shot at Murata Kamiki like a cold blade.

The villagers who heard her talk were all ashamed, and many of them raised their heads to look at Mi Lan. However, someone in the village who was familiar with this villain's temperament still straightened up tremblingly, "Blue girl—you can't say it even if you know it, even if you say it, we'll live—"

'boom-! '

A gunshot exploded in Mi Lan's ear, followed by the body of the old man who fell to the ground after his voice stopped abruptly.

His beard had already turned gray, and his face was covered with old age spots.

The old man has no heirs in his family, and he was injured in the army in his early years, so it is not convenient to move around. He does some small business in the village, and because of the pension, he is doing well, and his popularity is very good.

The little things that would never be deliberately remembered in the past, now appeared one by one in front of Mi Lan, and finally fixed on the old man's slightly surprised, but not frightened, lifeless face.

She took a deep breath, even though her hands were clenched in her long sleeves and turned white, she said calmly, "I really don't know what you are talking about, and I don't know Yan Xiao either."

Murata Kamiki himself was laughing, and it could even be said that he was very happy.

But the moment she heard these words, she suddenly put away the smile on her face, gave Mi Lan a cold look, and was taken into the main room by someone, who pressed her down and knelt down on her knees. A block of ice was placed underneath.

Just like that, Mi Lan was forced to kneel on the ice, her face gradually turned pale, her face was distorted several times by the piercing cold, and her knees were so painful that she lost consciousness.

The sky changed from night to day, and the moment the daylight appeared, Mi Lan forced her eyelids to take a look outside.

The villagers had long since lost the strength to cry, and knelt and sat there in twos and threes with numb expressions. The movements of hugging the children were stiff and indifferent, and they had to be careful when changing positions, for fear that they would be the next one to be 'chosen'.

Finally, when Murata Shangshu came out of the back room again and stood in front of everyone, someone couldn't stand it anymore.

That was one of the few remaining men in the village.

His wife and children finally couldn't help crying out in the crowd, but Murata Kamiki seemed to be addicted. Not only did he not take them out, but the soldiers raised their heads and let them watch helplessly. Seeing her husband and father dying tragically after being tortured.

Before the man died, he was still struggling to raise his head towards Mi Lan, his voice was intermittent but filled with humble hope and fierce ferocity: "Mi Lan!—Mi Lan—!"

Mi Lan's eyes were stinging and red and swollen, and her tears either fell on her legs or fell on the ice, but they disappeared quickly, only when the wind blew, it would cause bursts of stinging pain on her face.

She has seen this scene countless times in a very short period of time.

But no one could hear the faint whispers in her mouth, 'I don't know...I really don't know...'

After filming this scene, Zuo Xian rested for a long time.

Maybe that scene gave her too much stimulation. Compared with most of the special effects scenes in the later generations, although it is impossible for them to show a real dead person in the filming, not only the art but also the production, they are absolutely attentive in this area. .

At this time, there were not as many restrictions as later, and many shots could be played in front of the screen. Every actor selected by Director Chen, whether or not they were high-traffic, was a real old drama.

Those emotions brought each other into the play, and each other felt each other's hysteria. After this kind of great sadness and joy, it took a long time to fully recover emotionally, and especially, her physical condition was not at its peak.

——What she is kneeling on is a real ice cube, but when the camera can’t see her, a layer of pads will be placed under her knees, or she will be supported by the staff to sit when she is in the middle of the break On a low stool on one side.

But even so, after a long period of shooting, her knee has already felt a kind of pain protruding from the seam of the bone. It is not unbearable, but it is really uncomfortable.

Continuously announcing their own existence, it is annoying.

Lu Xingxian stayed by her side the whole time, silently did not speak, the water bag in his hand was not even warm, but Zuo Xian's knees were kneeling on the ice for too long, and he suddenly used the too hot bag to keep warm It is tantamount to the cruelest criminal law, and it will only make things worse.

"Ah Xian, I'm fine." Zuo Xian's lethargy mainly came from a low-grade fever, seeing Lu Xingxian like this, he took the initiative to say something.

The temperature here is too low, and she doesn't wear much clothes. Even if she will be surrounded by all the staff as if they are rare animals immediately after the end of the scene, she will inevitably have a low-grade fever, but the appearance is quite suitable for the drama. Zuo Xian, who was tortured in the final period, deliberately did not take medicine in order to perform better.

Lu Xingxian knew about it, but he didn't force her to eat it.

She knew Zuo Xian's persistence as an actor, but she still chose to agree silently, but secretly did all the aftermath work that was helpful to Zuo Xian.

Seeing her like this, Zuo Xian felt so soft-hearted, he took the initiative to rub Lu Xingxian's slightly cool forehead with his hot forehead, slowed down his speech, and called her tenderly, "A Xian..."

This sound has a long ending, which almost makes people drown in her eyes that are close at hand.

Lu Xingxian finally sighed, patted her hair with one hand, pursed his lips and said, "In the future..."

Before she finished speaking, she knew that as an actor, it was impossible for her to say "I won't do it" when encountering the same thing, so she was a little speechless for a while.

"Who knows if there will be a future." Zuo Xian blinked his eyes, pursed his mouth, and took advantage of the close distance to kiss Lu Xingxian secretly, "After the filming of "The State Banquet", we will be leaving. I'm sure I won't take other scenes, um, "My Wife Returns" doesn't have any dangerous scenes, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of myself in the future."

"Yeah." Hearing Zuo Xian admitting his mistake so sincerely, Lu Xingxian couldn't say anything to refuse. He just looked at her knee and put his palm on it for a while, but found that it was still not completely warmed.

The two rested here for a while, and the tingling sensation on Zuo Xian's knees caused by the sudden cold also faded a lot.

Director Chen came over at this time, sat across from them and said, "How's it going?"

"It's okay." Zuo Xian took a sip of warm water and said, "How was that scene just now? Is it over?"

"It's over." Director Chen looked complicated, and took a closer look at Zuo Xian's pale lips without makeup. His lips moved for a while, but he couldn't say a word. In the end, he just stretched out his lips silently. With a thumb, he said, "Zuo Xian, you really are, this."

It is rare for an actor to perform on the spot, which can drive all the executive directors to cry.

He still remembers the way the assistant next to him trembled with Zuo Xian's performance later on.

Zuo Xian himself was still sipping hot water to moisten his mouth. Seeing Director Chen's appearance, he suddenly smiled after a moment of surprise, and said lightly, "This is what it should be."

Only Lu Xingxian looked at Director Chen's thumbs up with a complicated expression, and quietly clenched the hand he was holding with Zuo Xian, while the other hand was stuck on the chair, deeply sunken in the soft cushion.

After Zuo Xian tidied himself up, he immediately entered the venue and started filming a new scene.

It was night again.

The dead villagers were deliberately lined up in front of Mi Lan, and some villagers who had experienced insults that ordinary people could not bear under the operation of Murata Shangshu during their lifetime could not even rest their eyes.

Their eyes were wide open looking at the sky, their eyes were either terrified or numb, none of their faces could be called serene.

However, something different seems to be happening tonight.

All the soldiers fell asleep after dinner, and they didn't seem to fall asleep naturally. Some of them had low resistance, and even passed out directly on the ground.

Mi Lan looked around, and finally settled on Murata Kamiju who was sleeping on the table.

There was a candle on the table, but her hand rested on the edge of the candlestick, the flame was very close to her hand, but she seemed to have not felt the burning heat at all, and fell asleep on her own.

Mi Lan pursed her lips, and then tried to stand up from the ground—since she passed out not long after kneeling on the ice, almost hanging by a thread, it seems that Murata Shangshu no longer tortured her body, and It is even more intensified to use those methods on her compatriots.

After a day of rest, her knees have improved a lot, but she still staggered when she got up, and almost fell to the ground.

However, no one noticed such a big move.

Mi Lan's heartbeat was so strong that even her ears were beating like drums. At this moment, she almost thought of a very unbelievable thing—these people were obviously drugged, and the backyard It is the only place in her house where there is a well.

Food may not be enough, these people will go to the villagers' homes to plunder, but Shui will never seek further distance, and will directly choose to fight in the backyard.

But all the people are guarding here. If at night, Xueluo takes advantage of people's unawares and pours medicine into the well...

The light in Mi Lan's eyes finally shined again, almost crying with joy for a moment.

She tried her best to stand up forcefully, her mouth had been bitten open by herself, and she swallowed it all mixed with blood, relying on the pain to wake herself up, at the moment she was about to step out of the gate, there was a sneaky sticker The figure leaning against the wall supported her silently, the strength of his hands was astonishing, but trembling that could not be ignored.

— That was Xueluo's hand.

Mi Lan held his hand, glanced outside at the villagers who had sensed the movement, but had been frightened to the point of being numb and motionless, and froze in place for a while.