Fast through the white moonlight: boss, pick up the morals

Chapter 273 The Ghost King from Ancient Times (19)

This series of movements is unbelievably smooth.

The moment the toe hit the ground, the surrounding staff and actors couldn't help cheering for it, and what's more, they were directly frightened.

So handsome!
Where did you find this martial arts master!
But they dare not make a sound.Both actors are in the play, once they make their voices and affect their performance, who will bear the consequences?

The photographer hurriedly set up the camera, for fear of missing anything.

Gong Mo supported the mask on his face, the smile on his lips remained undiminished.Just like in his world, every time the emperor held a banquet, he also ended one fresh life after another with a smile on his face.

—— Acting in true colors.

These are the four words Li Weixi explained to him before the opening.

I have done a lot of training before, and up to now, thousands of words have only been reduced to these four words.

The leader of the Demon Cult is the most suitable role for him in the current play.

If he can't play the leader of the Demon Cult well, then he won't be able to survive in the entertainment industry.If you can't even act in your true colors, what else can you do as an actor?

Li Weixi pursed her lips, watching Gong Mo nervously.

Her mood was not much better than Gong Mo's.

Gong Mo needs to be affirmed, but the premise of getting affirmation is that he has the capital to be affirmed.

Now is the time for him to show himself!
"Is there a little reptile that survived?" Gong Mo still smiled.His voice is gorgeous and magnetic, like a ghost in the dark night, silently choking people's throats, "It really surprised me."

This seat——

There is only one person in the entire martial arts world who dares to call himself this seat.

The Demon Cult—the leader!
That coquettish and extremely enchanting man.

The boy glared at the leader of the Demon Cult with resentful eyes.

This man who ruined his home, but still talks and laughs happily.His methods are brutal and he can take lives without breaking a sweat.Even though he hadn't left the sect several times, he had also heard of the reputation of the leader of the Demon Cult—this moody and tyrannical man, he did everything according to his own mood.

"I won't let you go!"

"Heh." The leader of the Devil's Cult laughed again, "I won't let go of my people, there are too many. Little reptile, where are you going to line up in hell?"

Here—there is no pre-prepared lines.

This was added by Gong Mo himself.

Gong Mo had indeed heard what the young man said countless times.Whenever he tortured those people, they would curse him with the most vicious language.

But he didn't care about anyone, and he wished they could curse his family, and he would not pay attention to these vicious curses.

Seeing weak people dying in his hands has become a great pleasure for him.

very good.In this way, according to this feeling, keep going.

"you--!"

The long sword in his hand flew out without hesitation!

The young man shouted hysterically, his eyes almost bursting into flames. This was the enemy who had wiped out his whole family, and this was something he would never forget in his life—the enemy!
One day, if he possesses great strength, he will surely tear the leader of the Demon Cult to pieces!
The action of throwing the long sword was also very sudden, and there was no such thing in the script.People on both sides were terrified.However, Gong Mo jumped up, flipped in the air out of thin air, and passed by the sword. When he landed, his other hand firmly caught the sword!

"hate me?"

He stroked the blade, feeling the cold and powerful hatred.

That's right, that's it.

(End of this chapter)