Chapter 72: On Self-cultivation of a Dramatic Actor

Moreover, even if you really want to shoot rural Xiaohuang, can you please be professional? At least, you have to replace the girl with a widow?
Even if the rural girl is really beautiful, it is an underripe green pear. Where there is a peach widow, the witty widow still has the charm.
Ugh……
The most annoying director of this kind.
Read more books, keep pace with the times!
Ji Yanning was thinking, and suddenly a loud cry exclaimed in his ear.
"Ouch!"
As soon as the girl's body was crooked, she slipped under her foot and cut into the stream.
This plot of trampling blood!
创新 No innovation at all ...
"Help ... help!"
The young girl seemed extremely scared. She slammed in the creek, splashed with water, and seemed to be pitying in the moonlight.
Coupled with the wetness of that body, it is really hard for ordinary people to resist.
But Yanning is not ordinary.
"Girl, this stream is not over the waist, don't shout." Yan Ning spread his hand and discussed the self-cultivation of a drama actor, at least you need to choose the right scene.
"what!"
The young girl seemed to be frightened.
I slammed another two times. After seeing that Yan Ning really did not want to jump out of the window to rescue him, he finally gave up the meaning of continuing to call for help.
Alas, his face was so rosy.
"Male ... My son, I ... I lost my footing just now." The girl seemed to explain.
"I understand, the girl who lost her foot." Yan Ning also saw the girl's look slightly at this moment by bright moonlight.
Don't say it!
I'm pretty pretty.
The black hair, big eyes, eyebrows like willow leaves, the standard face of melon seeds, and the skin is as white as jade, at least a village flower grade.
"My son ... what are you looking at?" The girl seemed to notice Yan Ning's gaze and twisted her body slightly to the side, but she did not completely twist it.
So, Yanning can just see some better views.
"Today's moon is really round and white!" Yan looked at the girl in front of her quietly, showing off her poems and literary works at will.
"My son is a scholar?" The girl lifted her head again, her hair was wet with a touch of water, and she had the beauty of half-covering her pipa.
"Girl is a monster?" Yan Ning pouted.
Under the moonlight night, a shampoo girl appeared next to the stream. Then, the girl fell into the water and shouted for help. How much blood this plot is, as long as you have read a few Huangwen.
And then, even more ...
少女 The girl was not afraid of the stranger's eyes, she had some kind of shame in her youth, she didn't go home to change clothes even when she was wet, and she was chatting with the teenager by the stream.
I meet so beautifully.
Such a plot.
Isn't that a monster that yang, what is it?
"Ah?" The girl seemed startled, her face changed, but soon recovered, and began to cry: "I think the son is a stranger, and lives in the village chief's house, guess the son should come The guests in the village therefore talked to the son ... why did the son defile me as a demon? "
"Oh? The girl isn't a demon?" Yan Ning was still a little puzzled. At the same time, her eyes were still on the girl, watching up and down, left and right.
"The slaves are naturally ... no ... no!" The girl gathered her courage and looked at Yan Ning, and, in order to prove that she was not a demon, she was very openly facing Yan Ning.
For a moment, the air became somewhat quiet.
Wu Yanning looked at the girl.
The girl bit her lip.
I faced off like this for about a quarter of an hour.
Wu Yanning finally nodded and recognized the identity of the girl: "Sure enough, the girl is really not a demon. I blame the girl by mistake. I don't know what her name is?"
"The slave's name ... called Xiaodie ... Butterflies!" The girl turned redder.
"Little butterfly? Good name!" Yan Ning praised, then said casually: "So, the girl is actually a little butterfly?"
"I'm not a butterfly, I'm ..." The girl was almost subconsciously arguing, but just as her voice was about to exit, she suddenly trembled and awoke.
"What is it?" Yan Ning slightly raised his lips.
"Yes ... I am ... I am a villager of this Dahe village. My family lives in the north of the village ... north, yes, I live there!" Xiaodie's eyes were constantly turning.
"Oh, at least a mile north of the village, right? You ran here from a mile away to wash your hair? And, at night?" The smile on Yan Ning's mouth was even stronger.
"This……"
Xiao Xiaodie stunned again, and then she cried wow.
"Woohoo!"
Howling to a bleak place, Kocho covered her face with her hands.
I trembled.
"My son, Kocho really has ... there is no secret!" After crying, Kocho spoke again sadly.
"Oh? How difficult?" Yan Ning asked openly.
"..." Kocho.
I'm sorry to see you.
Ye Xiaodie has never been asked such a question.
"Well, since it is your unspeakable nature, it is naturally inconvenient to tell me this stranger. It is better for the girl to go home and change into a piece of clothes first. This autumn wind is really cold. If the girl is sick because of the cold, it is a bit wrong. Yan Ning worried.
"No, son ... son, the slave family is willing to talk to son." Xiaodie was anxious at a glance, she only wrote a set of scripts, if not tell the miserable life experience.
怎么 How do you act then?
It was really difficult for her this time.
所以 "So, you have to talk to me anyway, right?" Yan Ning probably understood that this yang-inspiring fairy had little experience and only prepared a plan.
"Yes ... no ... no, the slave family means ... I hope the son can show pity!" Xiao Die blinked, trying to make herself look pitiful.
"Pity?" Yan Ning wanted to say something, were you thinking about fart eating? Don't think that I don't know, you just hold that little yang on me.
You want to me up!
This plot is actually the most ~ EbookFREE.me ~ there is a ghost written in the female ghost.
There is also a monster called Xiaodie there. This Xiaodie, like Xiaoqian, is under the control of the millennium tree spirit, and seduce the passing boy outside.
After waiting for the passing boy to lie down, the millennium tree spirit came!
Circle focus!
I just got up!
This is what Yanning thinks is the most place.
How are you going?
You didn't move a few times, and you were sucked up by the yang, and you became a dead body. What makes sense?
"How does Little Girl want me to pity on you? Is it hanging by the stream or in the house?" Yan Ning asked casually, looking at a little butterfly waiting for her pity.
"This ... it's cold by the stream, if the son cares for the slave's family ... the slave family wants to ... want to go into the house and talk to the son." As Xiaodie said, she pulled the collar of the jacket down again.
"Lone boy and daughter, dry firewood, isn't Xiaodie girl afraid?" Yan Ning seemed to hesitate.
不 "No, I believe the son is a good man!" Kocho surely said.
"Well, the girl is right, I am indeed a good person, and, not to say the girl, I am actually a monk, I have already looked at the red dust, my heart is like the water of a mirror lake, if the little butterfly girl is really not afraid, It ’s better to take off all the clothes and skirts. There is a fire in my house to bake. In this way, when the girl leaves tonight, it won't be so embarrassing, and I can also listen to the girl with confidence Miserable life. "Yan Ning nodded seriously.
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