Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 13 The Alien

"Master Lu."

A somewhat familiar female voice fell into Lu Chen's ears.

Shen Yi, who had changed into long-sleeved trousers, looked slightly unwell, her eyes were faintly bloodshot, and even though her face was covered by foundation, scars could still be vaguely seen.

The girl handed over a form with a complicated expression, "This is the situation of your team and the information of your teammates."

"Miss Shen started working today?"

After receiving the form, Lu Chen was a little surprised.

"No way, too much work, Lin Qing..."

Speaking of the name that made her palpitate, Shen Yi's eyes trembled a little, and she gritted her teeth: "The company can't find any manpower for a while, so I can only keep watching."

Lu Chen glanced at the form, and said casually: "Miss Shen, some things are over as soon as they are over, and thinking about it will only add to my worries."

The girl nodded and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"It's okay."

Lu Chen smiled softly, he had checked Shen Yi's soul with his heavenly eyes, the three souls were safe and the seven souls were still there, the damage caused by the obscenity to her had basically been wiped out, now all that remained were some heart troubles and fears.

After all, she was an innocent little girl, and suddenly faced with a life-and-death crisis, it would be wrong not to panic.

……

"Matsushima, Matsushima, look quickly!"

The victorious Moore's eyes turned hot, watching Shen Yi who was talking with Lu Chen subconsciously swallowed, and moved closer to Shen Yi involuntarily.

There were a few female contestants in the waiting room, but they were mediocre, far less stunning than Shen Yi.

Moore deliberately straightened his strong muscles, put on a gentlemanly smile, took out his mobile phone and approached Shen Yi: "Miss, let's take a photo together."

As he said that, regardless of whether Shen Yi agreed or not, his paws hugged the girl's waistline.

"Snapped!"

After last night, Shen Yi is now like a frightened sparrow, extremely sensitive, she knocked off the palm of the black man, and subconsciously hid behind Lu Chen, her brows were raised upside down: "What are you going to do?"

"Take a group photo."

Moore raised his mobile phone, a little puzzled: "Didn't you want to take a photo with me?"

Shen Yi's pretty face was cold: "When did I say I wanted to take a photo with you?"

"WTF?"

"You do not know who I am?"

Moore looked surprised, and pointed to his majestic muscles and skin color: "I am the WFT Cup gold belt of Yushui City, and the foreign champion of free fighting that has swept the entire Yushui City, Moore!"

Moore spoke jerkyly and deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "foreign". He subconsciously scratched his pitch-black skin with a look of reason: "Here, how come there are girls who don't want to know me?"

The originally displeased gazes of the people present added a lot of disdain at this moment.

Shen Yi's face was full of disgust: "Why should I know you?"

"I……"

The expression on Moore's face was stagnant, and he couldn't find anything to say when he wanted to refute. Since he came to this city, this aura has made him invincible everywhere, and he has never received such serious coldness.

"Hmph, silly dog ​​thinks he can do whatever he wants with his skin on?"

The skinny young man rubbing his shoulders snorted coldly and mocked mercilessly.

He really can't understand this alien scum, who speaks out loud and considers himself superior to others.

In terms of strength and cultivation, he was no match for Moore, but some staff members believed that Moore would not dare to do anything, so he entered the secret realm.

He is not good at strength, but speed is not necessarily so.

"It's you fucking again!"

The black Moore was suddenly enraged. He stretched out his big hand like pincers and grabbed the boy's collar fiercely. He lifted the boy up with one hand without touching the ground. His eyes flashed fiercely: "You don't respect me?"

"silly dog!"

The skinny boy cursed, and stretched out his hand to break away from Moore's restraint, but Moore's strength was beyond his expectation, no matter how hard he tried, the big black hand seemed to be a pair of iron tongs, motionless.

Moore paid attention to his heart, raised his eyebrows violently, ignored the staff rushing over from a distance, and shouted: "You discriminate against my race!"

As he said that, the veins on Moore's arm burst into fists with one hand, and he slammed hard at the boy's face.

Feeling the whistling wind, the skinny boy's expression changed instantly, and it was too late to retreat, so he subconsciously blocked his skinny arms.

The faces of everyone in the field changed dramatically, and no one expected that Black Moore would suddenly attack.

The black-clothed man who had been sitting in the corner suddenly got up, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the Tang knife was half out of its sheath in his hand.

But it was too late, the man in black was far away from Moore, and Moore's iron fist had already fallen.

Startled by the cold light, Matsushima subconsciously grasped the samurai sword at his waist, and turned around almost instinctively.

In the blink of an eye, a slender hand quietly appeared on the path that Moore's fist must pass, and under the palm was a piece of Taoist robe hanging down.

"court death!"

Seeing Lu Chen meddling, Moore's eyes became even more fierce, and the strength in his hands was no longer reserved, and he fell heavily.

He doesn't mind being aggressive now. There are surveillance equipment in the lounge, and the abusive words of the skinny boy are all evidence. As for him, he was maliciously attacked and discriminated against by these people who didn't know what to do.

There was no loud bang or howling as expected.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, that shockingly powerful punch was... caught.

It was caught lightly by the slender and thin palm, without any shaking or trembling.

The young Taoist priest's expression was as usual, as if receiving the heavy punch was an understatement than receiving the catkin feather.

"..."

For a moment, everyone in the lounge couldn't help being shocked, including the staff who came to stop the crisis and stopped in shock.

"This... what kind of power is this?!"

Everyone swallowed hard, the two palms, one black and one white, formed an extremely sharp contrast.

Black Moore's face was pale (cough, don't ask me how I saw that...)
Even if my fist hit the pig iron, it would leave some traces, but at this time, facing the young Taoist priest, he couldn't move any further.

And the seemingly light and flimsy palm was like a high-power hydraulic machine. The edge of his fist was painful, his finger bones were faintly swollen, and his strength was constantly disappearing.

What made Moore even more terrified was that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't withdraw the fist from Lu Chen's hand and couldn't move.

That thin palm seemed to have been useless...

"Chong!"

When everyone was shocked, another sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The young man in black was holding the Tang sword out of its sheath, the blade was pressed against the half-unsheathed samurai sword, and the point of the knife pressed tightly against Matsushima Ichiro's heart. gap.

Cold sweat fell from Matsushima Ichiro's temples, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

The man in black looked cold and his voice was low, whispering like a devil: "Are you going to block me?"

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency misunderstood."

Ichiro Matsushima struggled to utter a word, let go of the hand holding the knife, and slowly raised it above his head, not daring to move at all.

Seeing Tang Dao slowly leave his body, Ichiro Matsushima let out a sigh of relief. He really didn't lie. He really didn't want to stand up for the black ghost Moore. It's just that Matsushima, who has been practicing knives since childhood, has a kind of closeness to the light of the sword. Morbidly sensitive.

It was just an instinct to turn around and take out the knife just now, but the unremarkable man in black restrained him with one blow.

Compared with the majesty of the young Taoist priest, what the man in black gave him was the chill that was extremely close to death.

He was sure that if he had made a slight movement just now, the Tang knife would have been inserted into his heart without reservation.

Isn't it just a D-rank secret realm? Who the hell are this...

And because of Moore, the dead ghost, both of them were offended indirectly.

Ichiro Matsushima wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead with a sad and desperate expression.

"Chong!"

It wasn't until Tang Dao was sheathed that everyone's breathing recovered. The man in black and Lu Chen looked at each other, and then returned to the corner under everyone's gaze, holding Tang Dao in his arms, eyes slightly closed.

Ichiro Matsushima's crisis is over, but Moore is extremely uncomfortable.

Black Moore felt as if his right finger bone was about to be crushed by the young Taoist priest, and it hurt so badly, but the young Taoist priest still didn't intend to let go.

As before, Lu Chen's eyes brightened, majesty involuntarily exuded, and his voice was thunderous: "Idiot, you really treat me as the law of my ancient country, and don't blame you, a foreigner?!"

"Uh--!"

Moore let out a muffled grunt, and his black-painted arm muscles trembled under the gradually increasing pain.

(End of this chapter)