Loulan raised one hand, opened her lips slightly unconsciously, swallowed after seeing it clearly, subconsciously took two steps back, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

When everyone saw Loulan's appearance, they also followed his gaze, and the crowd instantly became quiet.

I saw a figure in a light white robe standing beside the red corridor with his hands behind his back, with long black hair and tall plates, thick and slender eyebrows flying, orange shadows outlined at the corners of his eyes, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes just glanced over, which made people's hearts stop.

Especially the pair of scarlet lips, although there was no movement on the lips, it seemed to be curled up, like a thorny rose.

Song Zhi glanced at the quiet people, and all this was probably still as expected. After all, when he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't recognize him, let alone these people.

Nodding at Aunt Zhang behind her, Song Zhi walked out, and the opera actors along the way all looked enviously, leaving a path open.

Loulan bit her lip lightly, and at this moment a feeling of shame came to her heart, which made him feel proud and received a heavy blow. He hurriedly said to Manager Mo beside him: "Mom Mo, I still feel uncomfortable, so I won't be there tonight."

Manager Mo was still immersed in the shock of Song Zhi's makeup at this moment, and then he reacted and replied in a hurry: "Oh, your body is important, your body is important."

In fact, they all understood that Song Zhi didn't need any other reason by relying on this makeup, because he was the leader of the Qinglong Sect in the opera.

Loulan looked at Song Zhi again, lowered her head and ran out of the house, not stopping for a second.

Song Zhi looked at his back as he fled in panic and narrowed his eyes and frowned, thinking to himself what happened to this young man, so he ran away?

Little did they know that the squinted eyes and frowns made the men and women present fascinated. They were really arrogant and looked like they were both arrogant and killed.

"Don't keep in charge, he?" Song Zhi approached and asked in an uncertain way.

"Loulan is in good health, so I still have to rely on Lord Song tonight." Manager Mo replied with a smile, and couldn't help but look at Song Zhi twice.

"Hey, a small matter."

Song Zhi smiled and waved his sleeves casually, but it seemed to stir up a gust of fragrant wind, which made the actors behind him fall into a crowd. It was really the arrival of the Qinglong Sect Leader, with a unique style.

Seeing everyone's reactions so exaggerated, Song Zhi's eyes moved slightly, thinking that the contrast was so big.

"Ha, why not go and see what your surname is like?"

Thinking of this, Song Zhi smiled and walked out with his makeup.

Zhu Wushi did not come to make up early, because he didn't have many scenes, and because Zhu Wushi's appearance was quite special, he arranged to wear a hat to cover it up and wear a ugly face, but in fact he didn't need to dress up to be on stage. Therefore, Zhu Wushi stayed in the house and meditated, and no one disturbed him.

But some people are different and directly pushed open Zhu Wushi's door.

Zhu Wushi, who was gathering his anger cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes when he saw the person clearly. After seeing the person, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and lifted the black knife placed on his knee with one hand, and squatted from the bed.

In the drizzle of the eaves, a figure in a white shirt was squinting at him outside the door. His long hair was high and unrestrained, and his light red eyebrows and eyes were filled with "disdain" and indifference, which immediately made Zhu Wushi's nose slightly wrinkle and anger arise from his heart.

Song Zhi was also forced by this momentum and instinctively took a step back half a step, put one hand in front of him and the other hand at his waist, subconsciously preparing to draw the sword.

The two froze. It was not until Zhu Wushi looked carefully that he realized that the strange "woman" in front of him seemed to be very familiar.

Song Zhi had no choice but to point to himself and said, "It's me, no, you can't recognize him?"

Hearing Song Zhi's comfortable voice like flowing water in clear spring, Zhu Wushi suddenly realized, shook his head and put away the black knife, and walked towards him.

After getting closer, Zhu Wushi was even more surprised by Song Zhi's makeup at this moment. Just changing his eyebrows and red lips could completely change him. If Song Zhi hadn't spoken, Zhu Wushi's first reaction would have thought that a master he didn't know would have rashly entered, just because this look was too evil, which would make mortals subconsciously worship him, and the warrior would have been wary.

He stretched out his fingers and wiped Song Zhi's face. Zhu Wushi looked at the powder in his hand and said, "So you got up early to do these things?"

"What are you doing?"

Song Zhi was shocked and angry, and quickly took two steps back and raised his hand to make an "X" gesture, indicating that Song Zhi should not touch him. This was a hard work for someone else, Aunt Zhang finally drew it for me. Seeing your thick eyebrows and big eyes, why is he a rude man?

Zhu Wushi smiled when he saw him, "I have to say that looking at you like this makes you feel a little more masculine."

Song Zhi smiled when he heard this, put down his hand and put it behind him, raised his chin slightly and glanced sideways, singing in opera:

"This is a bad word. No matter what my appearance is, I am a man of iron and strong!"

Zhu Wushi looked at Song Zhi's appearance, raised his head and smiled silently, thinking in his heart that this guy had become obsessed with the drama.

Soon night gradually came. The strong wind of last night changed to heavy rain. Lightning and thunder were roaring over the villa. The huge thunder continued, as if the thunder god in the sky was struggling to throw the divine hammer and venting his anger.

The White Dragon Clan also came to the theater early to prepare for the evening performance.

Not long after, celebrities and distinguished guests came one after another last night. Even though there were heavy rains outside, there were still guests in the house. The enthusiasm did not stop because of the sound of rain. While drinking, the banquet on the second day also began.

Soon, it will be the finale tonight.

"Dear guests, I believe everyone has seen it. My Yulong Villa has invited you the best opera troupe in Jiangnan to bring you a famous show."

"The name of the play is flying immortals from the sky."

As Shen Chong stood up to pay a gift, the people and the princes and daughters of the four major families all applauded, and other family representatives and distinguished guests even shouted, "What if you don't have some fun at the banquet?"

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly rang out, and a martial artist wearing official boots and a high purple gold hat stole in his head took big steps, kicking off tonight.

After the "General Held Dragon" dealt with the slap, accompanied by the melodious sound of the guzheng and the flute, a figure in green appeared. He flipped his wrist and waved his long sleeves, defeated the besieged "army" and stood beside the general.

"I am here, who dares to do it?" A light shout sounded, and the peerless woman's eyebrows were hanging down, looking down at the common people like a bright fox, with indifference and coldness.

The scene was dead silent, and it was a silence that could be heard.

Song Zhi didn't expect that such a situation would be. He was stared at by so many people and was so quiet around him. A drop of cold sweat couldn't help but seep out of his forehead, not knowing what was going on.

The whole room was cheering just now.

Could it be that I just read the word "serial"? Well, definitely not.

Then you guys keep dancing!

There was no way, with a nervous mood, Song Zhi had to bite the bullet and continue acting. No matter how he sang, there was still no noisy sound in the audience. Even the men who liked to make excitement looked at each other and spread their hands to express that they were also confused.

It’s just because the person on the stage is like a banished immortal and cannot speak out for blasphemy.

In the audience, Wu Xuan, who was about to raise a glass with his friend and was waiting for a smile, put down his glass after seeing this scene and unconsciously knocked on the table.

Then, he took advantage of the opening of the show that the lights temporarily went out, quietly got up and left the theater, and walked into the storm.

On the other table, Xu Hong stood up with the table and said in his mouth: "What a beautiful woman. If she turned over with me in bed with this outfit, I would be willing to live ten years later."

Wang Dian closed the paper fan, closed his eyes and sighed, "I am willing to go out for twenty years."

Xu Hong was already wandering around in the same place and was a little impatient. If this was his usual show, he would want to go on stage to grab people, but he still knew what occasion this was, and the sperm had to have a certain degree in his brain.

Looking at Wang Dian, Xu Hong sneered: "I'm going to do my best, can you add it?"

Wang Dian was too lazy to care about him, and only thought that this was a simple-minded reckless man.

Zhu Wushi went up and showed his face, then got off the stage, took off his hat and touched his face, then looked back from the back of the stage and looked into the theater. He saw that Wu Xuan's original position was empty, and he immediately frowned.

With the melodious erhu sound ending, Song Zhi also left the stage dejectedly, thinking that he had failed. Since he appeared, there was no applause at all, and the whole process was so embarrassing.

However, as soon as he got off the stage, Boss Qiu and Manager Mo rushed forward, pulled Song Zhi up with one arm, and said excitedly: "Mr. Song, your acting is really good."

"Ah?" Happiness came so suddenly that Song Zhi was a little confused.

"Everyone stared at you all the time, but he didn't dare to blink. I could imagine how they would evaluate this drama after they went down the mountain. My White Dragon Squad relied on you this time." Boss Qiu's words were sincere and full of gratitude.

He didn't expect that he had a hot head and agreed to do something for him, but instead made him successful. He secretly sighed in his heart whether this was God's will and that Song Zhi was the noble person in his life.

Song Zhi touched his head, and his face became better. Oh, so that's how it is.

Just when Song Zhi was a little fluttering, his neck was suddenly lifted and walked to the side. Without looking back, he knew it was Zhu Wushi. He broke free and asked, "What's wrong?"

""

"Don't mention it, you say it."

When he arrived at the uninhabited position, Zhu Wushicai and Song Zhi whispered Wu Xuan's disappearance.

"Hiss, it's raining outside, why should I leave again since it's coming?" Song Zhi's eyes narrowed, and he felt that this person's behavior was abnormal.

"Let's go, let's chase them out together and see what he is going to do."

Zhu Wushi nodded. Before Song Zhi finished the opera, he had already found a way to secretly connect the door. He was to go to the second floor from behind the stage and then quietly took it out from the second floor, so as not to attract the attention of others.

But when the two of them climbed to the second floor as they wished, and fell out of the wooden window and fell to the ground, they found that someone was waiting for them outside the house.

"It's you?" Song Zhi frowned, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!