The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 265 The happiest night

As the sun sets, the good guy is on the edge of the bed.

Although the room was dim, there were still a few rays of light coming through the gaps in the curtains.

Soft and scattered, scattered on the bed, revealing a hazy light.

Looking through the light and shadow, the crawling vicious tiger is biting a soft snake.

This vicious tiger looked extremely hungry, and he didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten meat, and he was ruthless.

Even a well-informed person like Yu Qian must have never seen this kind of hungry tiger rushing to eat.

"Brother Yun, um, are you sober?"

"Wake up early."

A pair of slender hands gently cupped Huo Yunting's cheeks, "Then why are you still so red?"

"Sunset red."

"But the sun has already set."

Huo Yunting didn't speak, but his movements were not idle.

A faint sigh came, and the murmured words sounded, "Forget it, it's not important."

"Yes, it's not important."

If you talk about acting skills, he is a veteran among them, and it is not an exaggeration to call him an old drama; Back then, Zhao Kuo had no ability to talk about war on paper.

Even so, Huo Yunting did not suffer from stage fright.It's only natural.

Today is the first actual combat, and she must be beaten hard to get off to a good start.

Huo Yunting recalled what he had learned in the past, and for a while, the words and deeds of Shimizu Jian, Xu Jinjiang, Yu Qian and others all came to mind.

But it doesn't work!

He was stumped at the first pass.

Why can't it be solved... He wanted to turn on the light, but he hesitated.

Sissy is shy.

"Brother Yun, this button is, yes, from the front..."

Huo Yunting suddenly realized when a low whisper sounded.

He remembered that Sissi had told him, what was this style called?Whose secret is it?Elizabeth?
Forget it, it doesn't matter.

With the help of the person concerned, the first hurdle finally passed.

He only heard a "click", and he broke through the Dongling Pass, but soon, the two swordsmen broke out in an instant, and came straight to the door.

With that last ray of afterglow, Huo Yunting saw their appearance.

Wearing pure white leather armor, white gauntlets, a beige cloak, and a pink helmet.

These are two white-robed generals.

But there is one thing that these two are different from ordinary people, the helmet tassel is not red, but pink.

With a breath of cold air, the helmet fringe trembled and stood up.

Huo Yunting felt that these two must be twins, otherwise they wouldn't look so alike.

Looking at the two powerful enemies, Huo Yunting showed no fear. He was Ren Qiu Chuanwu, a great master of his generation.

In the rehearsal scene of the Spring Festival Gala, there was a fight of [-] rounds. In front of the Changsha Martial Arts Hall, a group of underdogs played singles. I don’t know how many boxing champions in the London Martial Arts Hall were defeated by him.

Just two young generals.

No, it can't be said that he is a young general, he already looks like a general.

If you continue to sharpen it in his hands and teach the essence of martial arts orally, you will become a general sooner or later.

"Brother Yun, it's cold."

The voice was trembling, but Huo Yunting could hear it clearly, it was definitely not trembling from cold.

"That warms them up."

There has never been such a thing as beauty or ugliness on the battlefield, only those who can survive are eligible to talk about dignity.

Fighting with the two generals in white robes, Huo Yunting used both hands and feet, and even bit his mouth.

After a few rounds, the two white-robed generals were defeated and returned home in complete defeat.

Even the originally shiny helmet was tattered, full of tooth marks and claw marks.

The body finally warmed up, but the hunched vicious tiger still gnawed with its head down, and from time to time there were sounds like a baby drinking milk or a restaurant sucking snails.

She trembled all over, and subconsciously raised her back.

Fingertips slid across the graceful curve of the back, but Huo Yunting suddenly remembered the first class of mathematics in high school.

Pythagorean theorem.

(End of this chapter)