Chapter 1817

After Lian Qiao agreed to the assistant director, she was taken to the heroine's dressing room by the assistant director, and began to do the same hairstyle as the heroine.

Zhao Yuanyuan also just finished her makeup and wanted to take a few close-ups with Bingshen.

Seeing the stylist leaving her and putting on makeup for the stand-in she hated the most, she twitched a sneer.

As he approached, he patted Lian Qiao on the shoulder with one hand, and stared straight at her in the mirror.

"Come to earn extra money again? I really can't stop it, but I'm sorry to tell you, today is the intimate scene between me and Ice God, you are a stand-in, just wait by the side!"

Lianqiao remembered the reminder from the Ice God last night, and she didn't want to disappoint the Ice God, so she ignored Zhao Yuanyuan at all.

He didn't reply to her, and didn't even look at her.

Zhao Yuanyuan's face was a little ugly, she clasped her hands together, and told the stylist.

"Get it for her well, by the way..." Zhao Yuanyuan clicked the heaviest armor with her chin, "Put that on for her, and it will be a waste if she doesn't wear it. After all, it is the real armor of the last days, so it should be given to the last armor." Excellent stand-in."

The stylist quickly responded, not daring not to give Zhao Yuanyuan face, otherwise they would have nothing to eat.

Zhao Yuanyuan looked at Forsythia in the mirror and smiled sarcastically.

That set of armor weighed fifty catties.

She only wore it once, and because it was too heavy, she didn't perform any of the movements arranged by the director, which caused the scene to be suspended for three days.

In those three days, she remade the simulated armor she was wearing now, and it weighed only fifteen catties to complete a series of performances.

As for the stand-in, she can do a lot more than a serious actress like her. If she can't do it well... the director will scold people, but he will bring eighteen generations of ancestors with him!

Zhao Yuanyuan is waiting to see a good show!

Forsythia was soon replaced with armor.

To her, a ten-jin armor is the same as a fifty-jin armor.

After all, when she ran with a heavy load, she carried 80 catties on her back.

...

At half past seven in the morning, the sun had just risen.

Under the fiery red sun, God of War, holding a helmet in his hand, walked slowly up the sand dunes facing the red sun.

Tall and indifferent, he looks particularly charming and fascinating against the red sun.

Zhao Yuanyuan stood under the sand dunes, her eyes were full of obsession without entering the country.

Such a man is the most dazzling no matter in or out of the play.

Unfortunately, his indifference made him the most unreachable star.

Zhao Yuanyuan was suddenly frightened. Yesterday she hired Ice God's little assistant. When this drama is over, there will be no hope for the two...

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuanyuan hated Forsythia even more.

If it wasn't for that woman's sudden intrusion, Ice God has always been polite to her, how could it be so scary yesterday!

"Cut!" The director suddenly shouted, "God of War, wait a moment."

Immediately, he rushed out of the tent and yelled through the loudspeaker, "Tang Xin! Enter in five seconds and enter in five seconds, what the hell are you doing!"

Zhao Yuanyuan was scolded again, suffocating anger in her heart, she turned her head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry director, I will definitely pay attention to the next one."

The on-set crew started calling the shots, and then started over.

In five seconds, Zhao Yuanyuan's card was just right, and she walked towards the ice god.

Before they got closer, a new wave of attacks came again.

A sudden gust of wind raged in the distance, hitting this side at a terrifying speed.

In the close-up, Zhao Yuanyuan's expression was tense and dignified, and she immediately put on goggles and a helmet.

As soon as she raised her head, God of War had already swooped down, pulling her to escape.

"Card!" The director shouted: "Very good, the staff is in place!"

There was a big blower blowing the yellow sand, and several green cloth men rushed into the raging yellow sand and hugged Tang Xin's feet tightly.

The staff shouted loudly: "Get ready, the 227th game, the first round, start!"