The warmth of the sun outside the window came in, Mu Xiu's eyeballs moved, and he slowly opened them.
Last night was probably his best sleep, sighed comfortably, and Mu Xiu habitually wanted to sit up with his arms propped up—
Hold on, don't move
It was only then that Mu Xiu realized the heavy weight on his arm—Pei Lu slept soundly holding his arm, and there was still a slight blush on his fair cheeks.
He subconsciously stopped his movements, held his breath and looked at the sleeping Pei Lu, but for a moment he didn't realize that this person not only slept in his own bed, but also stuck to him.
In the past, this was clearly what he couldn't bear the most.
However, he doesn't have the mind to think about this now, all his attention is attracted by Pei Lu's messy and soft hair. The light brown hair shines in the sun, like a ball of fluffy cotton...
It's really like the cotton ball in the dream...
Mu Xiu stretched out his hand to touch the cotton ball as if possessed by a demon, then quickly withdrew his hand, as if nothing had happened. After a while, seeing that Pei Lu had no sign of waking up, he couldn't help stretching out his hand again. …
This time he touched it a little longer.
The entire palm slowly covered the soft hair, and the palms touched, bringing out a numb and itchy feeling. He couldn't help but rub it again, it was soft and smooth, better than Xiangzhong's.
Mu Xiu was obsessed with the beautiful touch of his hands, and regarded Pei Lu's head as a fluffy ball, kneaded and kneaded, touched and touched, and then... Pei Lu was awakened by his touch.
"???" Pei Luma looked at him blankly, the hand on his head was not dreaming.
Mu Xiu was too involved, and might as well have woken up the little pet for a while, he calmly withdrew his hand, looked at the little pet blankly, and praised sincerely: "It feels good in the hand, I like it very much."
Pei Lu: "????"
Mu Xiu rubbed his head again as he spoke, "Tomorrow... you can still come and sleep." This can be said to be the highest level of treatment in Mu Yingdi's nearly thirty years of life.
But the actor's thinking is obviously not something ordinary people can understand. Pei Lu's eyes disappeared, and he looked at him with sympathy.
Film King, you are very sick.
Mu Xiu gave the reward, but he didn't get the cute smiling face of the little pet. He twirled his fingers regretfully, savoring the wonderful touch of his fingertips.
"I'm going to take a shower first."
After thinking about it for a while, Mu Xiu lifted the quilt, revealing his strong body, and Pei Lu could clearly see a bulge in front of his wet trousers. When Mu Xiu moved, it swayed, and it was quite large.
Pei Lu swallowed, surprised at the actor's naked shamelessness, "Well, do you want to solve it?"
Mu Xiu looked down along his fingers, his face was neither red nor out of breath, his eyes were very upright, and he even looked disgusted, "Don't worry about it, it will go down after a while."
"..." Pei Lu swallowed the rest of the words silently.
As long as you are happy.
…
After the two finished packing, they went to the set.
The whole movie is coming to an end, and Mu Xiu has only one scene today, which is also his last scene.
After Mu Xiu changed his clothes, he took the script and read it slowly. His brows were slightly frowned, and his lips were pursed into a straight line. Based on Pei Lu's observations these days, this is when he is serious about something. expression.
Although Mu Xiu is a serious clean freak and violent maniac, he is also a dedicated actor.
When the sun was setting to the west and the sky was dyed a thin layer of red, the filming of Mu Xiu's final scene started.
Mu Xiu was dressed in black, with fine patterns embroidered with gold thread on the side, but at this moment, the gold thread was dyed a faint red. One of his arms hangs weakly by his side, and the other holds the sword, pointing directly at the old green plum.
Going around, the scene that the two of them were most unwilling to face still appeared.
A leader of the Righteous Path and a leader of the Devil's Cult, the two are destined to be nothing but enemies.
"You killed too many people, I can't spare you." Mu Xiu looked at her, even though he was injured, his aura was still domineering.
Li Yu was dressed in red, with black hair tied up like a man's, the gentleness of a little girl was gone. Time has changed too many things, no one is the same as in memory.
"If you want to fight, you will fight. It is still unknown who will die."
Mu Xiu stopped talking, turned his wrist, and raised his sword to meet him.
The long swords intersected, making harsh noises in the air, reflecting the setting sun in the sky like blood, leaving only countless sorrows and chills.
Either you die, or I live.
The figures of the two people flickered in mid-air, and the silver blade reflected the setting sun in the sky.
There were many scenes of the two fighting in the end. In order to shoot the final poignant effect, the director deliberately waited for a few days before waiting for this afternoon when the setting sun was like blood and the sunset was burning red half of the sky.
The figures of the two in midair gradually slowed down.
Mu Xiu had injured an arm, and the blood slid down the cuff, staining his hands red. Li Yu was not much better than him, with his long, bundled hair loose and messy sticking to his bloody and sweaty face.
Both of them were exhausted, and they only relied on their final will to hold on and not fall down.
The setting sun was sinking to the west, and there was only a ray of residual red lingering in the sky, and the two raised their heads at the same time. His eyes were full of killing intent.
There were no fancy moves, only the simplest movements, and the two rushed towards each other at the same time.
The point of the sword pierced her body, and bright red blood flowed out. Mu Xiu stared blankly at her suddenly dropped hand.
"why?"
Li Yu evoked a faint smile, and blinked at him like she did when she was a child, but there was no answer—her pupils had already dilated.
Why
Because I don't want to live anymore.
Also because... I don't want you to forget me.
The last ray of the setting sun did not enter the sky, and the twilight swept over. Li Yu's body fell heavily backwards, making a dull sound...
"Card!"
"Very good, this one is over!" The director's excited voice came, and the last scene completely exceeded his expectations.
However, before he could be happy for two minutes, he saw Li Yu on the ground get up and shouted: "He's injured, put him down!"
The last scene was on the roof, and she was still tied to Wia, so she could only lie on the roof and shout down.
The crew was startled by her, seeing that Mu Xiu was really half-kneeling on the roof, motionless, they hurriedly set up ladders, Xie Weiya's Xie Weiya. A group of people moved Mu Xiu down.
Being touched by so many strangers, Mu Xiu still wanted to struggle, but his body was weak after losing blood, and he couldn't squeeze the suppression of so many people at all. He could only close his eyes and endure the great discomfort in his heart.
Pei Lu was also quite frightened, he hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Where is the injury?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Mu Xiu tilted his head, opened his eyes slightly, and replied softly, "On the waist."
His eyes fell on his waist, and nothing could be seen from the black cloth, so Pei Lu could only take off his outer robe.
The body moved and touched the wound, Mu Xiu clenched his lips and grunted.
The dark outer robe was taken off, revealing the white inner garment, which was already stained red with blood, Pei Lu shook his hands, not daring to touch the tight tights again.
Mu Xiu grasped his hand tightly, frowning hard, with a rare and fragile expression, "It hurts."
"Don't be afraid, the ambulance will be here soon." Pei Lu held his hand tightly, and stroked his head soothingly over and over again.
The blood on the clothes became more and more bright. It is not sure how his injury is. No one dared to take off the outer tights rashly. Now it is obvious that the protective clothing is under too much pressure, and the steel wire cut the protective clothing and strangled the body.
They didn't know how big the wound was or whether it was serious, so they could only passively wait for the ambulance to arrive.
Fortunately, the speed of the ambulance was fairly fast. Ten minutes later, the ambulance drove straight in with its horn honking. The others dispersed, and Pei Lu cooperated with the medical staff to lift Mu Xiu's up. During the whole process, Mu Xiu held onto his hand tightly and refused to let go.
Pei Lu simply followed, and the accompanying doctor was doing emergency treatment for Mu Xiu. Pei Lu felt terrified just looking at the bloody clothes.
Mu Xiu has fallen into a coma, and the protective clothing has been cut and taken out, revealing the shocking wound on his waist.
There was a wound of nearly ten centimeters, the flesh was opened, and the blood continued to flow out. The inside of the protective clothing was soaked in blood. I don't know how long he endured it until the last scene was finished and he fell down.
Pei Lu's eyes turned red, and he couldn't believe how someone could be so stupid, even dying for a shot.
The ambulance drove to the hospital, and Mu Xiu was carried into the emergency room. The red light was on, and Pei Lu waited anxiously outside.
But after a while, the phone rang urgently, showing that it was Chu Hong.
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