The moment the Palme d'Or trophy was smashed down, the last thought that flashed through my mind was: "This shot shouldn't be taken like this, it shows off my face."
When I opened my eyes again, I was falling.
There are carved beams and painted pillars, twelve palace lanterns, and the color temperature is yellowish - the group performs in uniform pink skirts.
The black dragon-patterned robe directly below has excellent bone structure, and the shadow angle of the brow bone is perfect, suitable for posters.
I hit him accurately. The core strength of many years of making action movies made me subconsciously wrap my arms around his neck - to stabilize him.
He spoke, his voice coming out from between his teeth:
"Drag it out and chop it up."
?
My brain is faster than my mouth:
"Card!"
The whole place was dead silent.
"Your Majesty, the emotion of this line is wrong. You should be three parts angry, three parts stunned, and four parts 'where did this woman come from', but you just performed only ten points of 'wanting to kill', and the layers..."
I paused.
Because the way he looked at me had escalated from "wanting to kill" to "wanting to Lingchi."
No, ber, I just came!
Yes, yes, there are many interesting mysteries.