Chapter 887

Zhong Xiuguo murmured a few words in his mouth, and he didn't know what to say, but at least he stopped talking about putting things down.

Feng Na smoothed out these ghosts and ghosts with her tongue. She was only tired and sweating.

Li Yundong took the line paper she handed over and looked at it a little. He saw that there were very few lines inside. The main thing was to go out and put a spectrum, then put a few shapes, and then take the beautiful Zhao linger away, even if it was done.

After reading the lines and memorizing them, Li Yundong focused on the Liuhe sword. He tried to transport Zhenyuan into the sword, and suddenly felt a strong force rebounding back.

This power is soft and long, but the soft part shows a feeling of hidden needles. From time to time, he pricks the tip of Li Yundong's finger. There is hardness in softness and Yang in Yin. It is obviously the magic power left by the master.

Li Yundong was awestruck and didn't dare to try again for a while, otherwise there would have to be a flying sword war comparable to computer special effects.

Time passed quickly. Unconsciously, it was night, and there were more and more actors backstage in the auditorium. Li Yundong and others had a box of dinner together backstage. When he saw that the auditorium was full of people, he pushed Zhou Qin to the stage, and then ordered Cheng Cheng Cheng to take care of her. Then he returned to the backstage again.

When I returned to the backstage, I saw Feng Na greet him: "Hey, come here, make up, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Li Yundong was stunned and ordered himself: "do I have to make up?"

Feng Na is familiar with him. She is not polite. She walks behind him, pushes him to the dressing table, and then sits down according to him: "nonsense, who is on the stage, don't make up? If she doesn't make up, she will be illuminated by the light for a while, just like a zombie!"

Li Yundong sat down and looked up, but he saw a very fake girl's boy's shoes coming with a makeup box in his hand. Before he came near, a thick smell of fat and powder came to his face.

Li Yundong was surprised and said in his heart: this goods is not a makeup artist, this goods is not a makeup artist!

The cross dresser came up and stretched out a flower and fingers, and pressed a piece of powder in her hand. She said with a smile, "well, the slave can make up for the master of the sword."

Li Yundong's hair stood up and said to himself: I'll go. This goods is really a makeup artist!

Feng Na laughed. She patted Li Yundong on the shoulder: "just take it slowly!"

Seeing that she turned and left, Li Yundong had no time to shout, so he had to smile bitterly and say to the false mother, "this girl, show mercy!"

The hypocrite smiled and said, "I don't dare to be cruel to the sword saint, otherwise the sword saint will poke me to death and live. I can't stand it?"

If this is really said by a beautiful woman, it can also be regarded as flirting. Li Yundong can barely accept it, but this is what a man says, so

Li Yundong was cold all over. He smiled dryly. He dared not speak any more. He closed his eyes and died bravely.