Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 119 Pegasus Meteor Fist

An Xiaoqian sat up straight and deliberately cleared her throat, then looked at Hu Xiaobei intently and got to the heart of the matter: "For example, the characterization of the male lead is very good.

But the heroine is not well written.

You see, her behavior is always so stiff, like a soulless puppet.

Her expression was also very simple. No matter what happened, she always looked indifferent, and you couldn't feel her inner emotional fluctuations at all.

Moreover, her language is pale and powerless, her words are empty and there is nothing that can resonate with people.

Such characters are not realistic enough and have no appeal at all. The difference between the male and female protagonists is too great."

Hu Xiaobei did not refute when he heard this. This aspect was indeed his weak point.

In other words, in similar novels that focus on cultivation, the female protagonist is generally a tool, and it is normal for her to be weak.

But he still slowly closed the book in his hand, leaned forward, put on an attitude of listening attentively, and asked humbly.

"The male lead is based on myself, and the female lead is fictional. By the way, do you have any good suggestions?"

When An Xiaoqian heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up, and she instantly became interested.

Then, as if she had thought of something, her face flushed slightly, her eyes wandered a little, and with a bit of inexplicable throbbing and concern, she shyly suggested, "Well... what do you think about finding a reference character for the heroine?"

Hu Xiaobei put down the book in his hand, as if he hadn't noticed her expression. With a sigh, he sighed, "The heroines in these immortal cultivation novels are too ethereal. It's not realistic to find such a reference character."

An Xiaoqian subconsciously straightened her body, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Hu Xiaobei quietly, saying seriously, "How could that be? Just like a character like Xiaolongnu, doesn't she also not exist? But isn't she portrayed very well in The Return of the Condor Heroes?"

Hu Xiaobei shook his head slightly. Jin Yong poured his imagination into Xiaolongnu, but he couldn't just copy the character.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, An Xiaoqian moved a little closer, blinking her big, innocent eyes, and unconsciously increased her guidance.

"No matter how ethereal Little Dragon Girl is, she's still a human actor. You can find similarities between similar performers!"

Hu Xiaobei frowned and asked with a little doubt: "You mean..." Then, a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes, as if he understood something.

Upon hearing this, An Xiaoqian couldn't help but lean forward slightly again and again, staring at him expectantly.

However, he just started talking and there was no further movement for a long time, which really made people anxious.

An Xiaoqian snorted lightly, unable to bear it any longer, raised her eyebrows, and small puffs quickly appeared on both sides of her cheeks.

She raised her right hand and snapped her fingers loudly. Her slender index finger pointed at Hu Xiaobei and she said solemnly, "I'll give you three more seconds to think."

Hu Xiaobei decisively followed his heart and took the initiative to remove his god-level acting skills without waiting for her to reach Shudao Mountain.

He was sincere and serious, as if he had thought it over carefully, and then he made the request: "I do have a suitable candidate, she has also played the role of Xiaolongnu.

But I’m too embarrassed to speak up, and I don’t know if the other party is willing...” When he said this, he stared at An Xiaoqian, as if hinting at something.

Having said that, Hu Xiaobei seemed to be ready to bow down.

An Xiaoqian couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, revealing her tender teeth.

She patted her still-developing pectoral muscles, looking like she would go to great lengths for her friend. "We're all friends, so leave this little problem to me. I'll help you solve it!"

Hu Xiaobei showed gratitude on his face and nodded solemnly, looking at An Xiaoqian as if he was looking at a beloved relative, friend, or brother.

He pursed his lips and shook his head slightly left to right, looking very touched.

After a while, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully, "Thank you so much, Xixi! I'd also like to trouble you to help me contact Li Ruotong! Please!"

The happy expression on An Xiaoqian's face gradually disappeared, and even the scarlet hair on her face quietly disappeared.

Her brow furrowed, her eyes narrowed, her lips pursed, her cheeks puffed out, and she silently raised her clenched fists, as if about to unleash a formidable burst of energy. Hu Xiaobei leaned back slightly, his face solemnly sighing, "Seventeen years of practice on this one punch of yours! I might not be able to withstand it! I..."

Before he finished speaking, An Xiaoqian did not follow the routine. She leaned forward and performed the sun-shaped punch from Wing Chun without any instruction.

She threw punches as fast as the wind, and each punch was accompanied by a loud voice like "Hey ha, hey ha, ha ha ~". Her momentum was so strong that even Bei Qiao Feng himself would have to admit defeat.

Seeing this, Hu Xiaobei opened his mouth in shock and his eyes were as big as bells. Faced with this sudden "attack", he was completely "powerless" to resist.

He could only cooperate by leaning back on the bed, and the attack position shifted from his arms to his back.

It is hard to say whether the speed of this punch is nine per second, but it is very powerful and the lethality is "astonishing".

Under the bombardment of seemingly "heavy punches", Hu Xiaobei felt like he had experienced a satisfying massage and could not stop.

Perhaps because the punch was too fast and the accuracy was too poor, one of the punches accidentally hit Hu Xiaobei's shoulder blade.

An Xiaoqian's eyebrows frowned instantly, and she cried out in pain. Her eyes widened like the "sheriff" and she felt numbness in her hands.

Hu Xiaobei turned around immediately after hearing the voice.

An Xiaoqian was seen covering the back of her right hand, with her eyebrows tightly furrowed into a small pimple, as if she could pinch a fly to death.

His mouth was shrunken into a crescent shape, the tip of his nose was trembling slightly, and his eye sockets seemed to be trying to brew something, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Hu Xiaobei sat up from the bed, subconsciously activated his spiritual perception ability, and carefully checked the condition of the back of her hand.

"Uh...you're fine." Hu Xiaobei tilted his head, slightly surprised, and assessed her "injury" from a medical perspective.

An Xiaoqian's eyes were slightly red, as if she was trying to gather some moisture, and she said with a little grievance: "You said it was okay, but it obviously hurts!"

After saying that, she secretly raised her eyes and quickly observed Hu Xiaobei's reaction with the corner of her eye, with a barely perceptible cunning flashing in her eyes.

Hu Xiaobei put away his spiritual perception ability and said apologetically, "Okay, okay, I'm wrong. I shouldn't have said it was okay."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently patted An Xiaoqian's shoulder.

An Xiaoqian turned slightly to avoid his second pat on the shoulder.

Then she turned her back, her shoulders shrugged slightly, and said with a hint of tears in her voice, "You just like to bully me. Just now you asked me to contact Li Ruotong!"

Hu Xiaobei smiled awkwardly, a slightly stiff grin forming at the corners of his mouth. He deliberately made a circle and walked in front of her, explaining helplessly, "I was just joking with you. Who knew you would react so strongly?"

"You're still reasonable!"

An Xiaoqian glared at him fiercely, her eyes wide open with a hint of forced resentment in them, but the anger on her face had faded a little, and the crying tone was gone.

After all, her tears have not yet come, and if she continues to act, she will be exposed.

Hu Xiaobei deliberately pulled out a piece of paper and said gently, "Hey...you know me. With my aesthetic taste, I will definitely use you as a template when writing a book."

After saying that, he handed the tissue to An Xiaoqian, shook it like fishing, and deliberately teased, "Do you want to... wipe your tears first?"

An Xiaoqian raised her fist again, clenched it tightly, and threatened, "If you try again, I'll use the Pegasus Meteor Fist again!"

Maybe I clenched my fist too hard, triggering the pain point just now.

She suppressed her discomfort but maintained a fierce and cute expression on her face, keeping her composure like a stubborn little bronze.

While staring at Hu Xiaobei with a sharp gaze, he stretched out his left hand, placed it on the back of his right hand, and rubbed it gently, trying to relieve the pain.

(End of this chapter)