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Chapter 903 God, good morning

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    In the desert, the temperature difference between morning and evening is huge.

    To be precise, it doesn¡¯t just happen sooner or later, it can get colder or hotter at any time. In the past two days, we have encountered several scorching winds.

    Fortunately, the crew was well prepared and no one was injured.

    The man who had just finished the morning show was still wearing a costume and his face was dripping with blood.

    Of course, this blood is not really from the body, but artificial blood made by the props team that can be fake and real.

    The smell is not very good.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? etc. etc. out of the blue.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡ª of Sheng?

    He took the glass of water from the assistant and took several sips.

    It was at this moment that the assistant reminded:

    "Brother Yan, an unknown number just called me twice."

    ?Unfamiliar number?

    "Give me your cell phone."

    "Oh, alright."

    The man took the phone and unlocked it with one hand. He clicked on the missed call and took a look. It was really a strange number.

    However, he didn¡¯t plan to do anything. Just as he was about to hand the phone to his assistant, the phone vibrated again.

    At first glance, it was still the unfamiliar number.

    It¡¯s only the third time. It¡¯s the third time, so it¡¯s hard not to accept it.

    What if something happens?

    Connect:

    "Hello?"

    The call was connected quickly, but there was no sound for a long time.

    Teacher Fu frowned. Of course, he didn¡¯t have much patience:

    "I'll die if I don't speak."

    As he finished speaking, there was movement on the phone, like the sound of a chair clattering on the ground, which was very harsh.

    "God, good morning!"

    The sound was obviously from a voice changer, so there was nothing audible.

    But the title just made it clear.

    Zheng Bingyang¡¯s eyes widened. Can he imagine someone crushing a water glass with one hand?

    This time I saw it with my own eyes.

    Fortunately, the assistant was not stupid. He was shocked and did not scream. He silently picked up the board on the table next to him, and then took away the broken pieces of the cup one by one from Brother Yan's hand.

    There were two cuts on the palm of the hand, and blood was constantly seeping out.

    But I didn¡¯t feel anything bad at all, and my expression had long since returned to its original state:

    "You are quite capable of finding my personal phone number. Who are you?"

    There is no need to deny it, after all, the other party¡¯s methods are pretty good.

    "Jiejieyou guess."

    On the phone, there was an unpleasant and harsh sound coming from the voice changer.

    "Do you think I'd be interested in guessing?"

    ¡°Tsk, that¡¯s boring, your wife is more interesting!¡±

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    "What did you say?"

    Just by listening to this voice, you can tell that it is full of murderous intent.

    ¡°Hahahaha, god, you won the last game, but this time, it¡¯s not necessarily the case~

    Enjoy the gift I gave you!  "

    The sound of the voice changer was decisively cut off, and at first glance, the phone was indeed hung up.

    When I dialed again, the number was already empty.

    Zheng Bingyang took the alcohol and gauze borrowed from the artist assistant next door:

    "Brother Yan, your hand is injured and needs to be bandaged."

    After finishing speaking, he looked up.

    Good guy, I was almost scared to death.

    "YanBrother Yan? What's wrong?"

    Who provoked this murderous god?

    Damn it, one look at this look, it¡¯s over!

    The man ignored the injury on his hand and went directly to the director's office.

    In the director¡¯s tent, everyone was watching the scene they just shot over and over again:

    "Mr. Fu's acting skills are great, right? So cool!"

    ¡°You¡¯re my idol after all, awesome!¡±

    ¡°This fighting scene, this look in my eyes, I really feel like I¡¯m going to die!¡± (Remember this site¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com
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