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Chapter 358 Little Hibiscus, You Want to Kill Me

Ning Chujin clenched the prop sword tightly in her hand, and charged down from a high altitude with a sense of coercion.

The hem of the skirt fluttered with the wind, because the costume was directly taken off Ying Xiaoxiao's body.

Ying Xiaoxiao is smaller than her, and the whole costume looks a little tight on her body.

But, precisely because of this tightness, it squeezed out her beautiful figure perfectly, and Ning Chujin flipped over.

There is a bit of seductiveness in the whole fairy air.

It fits perfectly with the image of the female number two in the play.

Everyone present was stunned.

Director Lan was so excited that his face flushed red.

If it wasn't for the fear of disturbing the shooting, he couldn't help but exclaim.

On the other hand, Zhan Shiyu's expression was too fierce, which completely contradicted the kindness of the heroine that Director Lan wanted, with a bit of tenacity, but also a bit of fear and anxiety.

Director Lan shook his head, but the other party was a big celebrity beside Mr. Zhan.

Even if he had ten guts, he didn't dare to shout card.

Most importantly, Ning Chujin's performance was so perfect that he felt that shouting cards was a sin.

Seeing that Jianfeng was about to pierce into Zhan Shiyu's left chest.

Director Lan clenched his fists, and looked at Zhan Shiyu nervously, expression, micro-expression, aunt, can you stop being so arrogant that you despise the sky?
That's not my mistress, okay?

Director Lan felt sos in his heart, hugged his head, and turned around in a circle, complaining for Ning Chujin.

This kind of superb acting skills, but meeting the other party is a big idiot, it is really reckless.

"No!" Just as Jian Feng picked up Zhan Shiyu's clothes on the left chest, Ning Chujin noticed with sharp eyes that Zhan Shiyu's clothes had been easily torn open.

This is not a prop sword at all, but a real sword.

Ning Chujin immediately wanted to take back the sword.

However, it was too late, Zhan Shiyu suddenly reached out, grabbed the blade of the sword tightly, and stabbed directly at the position of his left chest.

what--

Zhan Shiyu screamed, looking at the blood oozing from his blood-stained hands and left chest, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he stared at Ning Chujin, "Little... Xiaojin, you...you want to kill ,kill me?"

Everyone was stunned.

Seeing Zhan Shiyu's painful face, and seeing the blood still dripping from her palm, she panicked.

"Quick, call an ambulance!"

"Props master, what's going on? The sword just now was obviously a prop sword, why did it suddenly become real? Who can tell me what's going on?" sweating.

Zhan Shiyu curled up in pain, pointing at Ning Chujin, "Why? Xiaojin, just because I like Xiao, you want to hit me hard?"

"..." Ning Chujin frowned, and dropped the sword in his hand to the ground, "Don't move around, be careful that the blood flows too fast, you won't be able to last the ambulance!"

She also wanted to know what was going on.

Thinking about it carefully, since Zhao Yurou deliberately changed the plasma bag from tomato juice to chicken blood, this matter has entered a round.

So... Zhan Shiyu directed and acted this?
Otherwise, she had already turned her sword, why did Zhan Shiyu take the initiative to send it to her door?
Looking at Ning Chujin's scrutinizing eyes, Zhan Shiyu smiled pale and feebly, "Little Jin, you are so cold-blooded... Before, I heard people say that you left Xiao for money, I still didn't believe it, but now it seems , you are such a terrifying woman, you are going to put me to death for some benefit, Xiao Jin, I really misread you..."

(End of this chapter)