The devil is coming, please be careful

Chapter 627 Do You Want Your Autograph?

After the ghost king left, no one spoke for a long time. Min Xing really didn't expect that things would turn out like this in the end. She felt that she was very ashamed of Zhongli.

Rong Xuan gently held Min Xing's hand from under the table, comforting her silently.

In the end, it was Zhongli who spoke first, "My fellow, do you want to sign? It's rare for the movie king to take the initiative to sign someone else's autograph. It will definitely appreciate in value in the future."

It was obviously a ghost, but his voice seemed to have a strong nasal tone.

Minxing felt that the child was probably too sad, and just wanted to habitually refuse, saying that he didn't need to sign.

Zhong Li spoke again, with a bit of unreasonable and domineering, but also with a bit of trepidation and cautiousness, "You are not allowed to refuse! This movie star just wants to give you an autograph, you have to ask for it, and you have to ask for it if you don't want it!"

Min Xing covered his face, feeling that the path he had chosen would have to be walked on his knees, so he asked with a bland smile: "Actor Zhong, I'm your fan, can you sign your autograph for me?"

Zhongli laughed immediately, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, looking like a star, he lifted his chin slightly, and said tuggingly, "Yes."

Min Xing clasped his hands together and said happily, "That's great! You are the best actor Zhong Yingdi! I will always support you!"

The corners of Zhongli's mouth turned higher, "Have you brought...a pen and paper?"

Min Xing hurriedly said: "I brought it." Then he blinked at Rong Xuan.

Rong Xuan understood, looked around the room, and saw rice paper and brushes on a desk, he got up and walked gracefully, raised the pen and paper and asked Min Xing silently, "Is this okay?"

Minxing smacked his lips, not sure if Zhongli would use a brush, but he couldn't care less about it right now, so he nodded hastily and signaled Rong Xuan to bring the things over.

Sure enough, when Zhong Li saw the rice paper and the brush, his brows were tightly frowned. Thinking of his brush writing like a dog's paw, he felt very depressed, but it is rare for a small fan to ask for an autograph. Satisfied reason?
Therefore, Zhong Li waved his hand and said proudly, "Wait!"

Then I pinched the brush and tossed a lot.

Zhongli wrote it many times in a row, but none of them satisfied him. In fact, his calligraphy is too ugly, even if he didn't say it.

The writing became worse and worse, and the writing became more chaotic. Finally, Zhong Li slammed the brush in his hand to the ground.

The brush rolled around several times before barely stopping.

"It's so boring!" Zhong Li glared viciously at the several autographs that he had written, which was what he had dreamed of before, to write his name stroke by stroke for fans.

But now, looking at these signatures, Zhong Li no longer had the excitement and excitement of the past.

Inexplicable anger surged up, Zhong Li grabbed those signatures, and started tearing without saying a word, tearing hard, tearing hard, tearing, tearing, paper scraps flying everywhere.

It seems that this doesn't relieve the hatred, as soon as there are pieces of paper falling under his feet, Zhongli will lift his feet, step on them hard, and rub and grind them in spite of his anger after stepping on them.

Then, after crushing and crushing, Zhong Li crouched down with his head in his arms and cried bitterly.

Ghosts don't have tears, they just open a pair of empty eyes, sobbing and crying in pain, but the more so, the more uncomfortable it is.

(End of this chapter)