Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Feng Zhou looked at Wen Zhiyi, the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly, he hung up, and the call came again persistently.

He didn't like answering the phone when he was with Wen Zhiyi, he hated the feeling of being disturbed.

Wen Zhiyi pressed his hand, "Aren't you answering the phone?"

"No."

There was no emotion on Fengzhou's face, his chin rested on Wen Zhiyi's shoulder.

……

The Wanzhuang phone on the other end of the phone was almost smoking, "My dear brother, my dear brother, sir, you answered the phone!"

Sitting on a chair in the police station, looking at the police who came to question me, I felt regretful.

Now, I shouldn't have run out to do things by myself without telling Brother Feng.

He knew it.

Now knowing that Fengzhou will not answer his call tonight, he uses his toes to figure out where he is now.

Only that son of the Wen family can make him do this.

But Wanzhuang didn't panic at all, and explained to the police in a good manner. After all, Song Ci was not dead, and the girl was fine.

……

Song Ci is filming the last act of the play.

He stood on the dead desert, and his white shoes stood on the yellow gravel.

His clothes swayed with his footsteps.

The camera zoomed in to capture his slightly trembling fingers.

Song Ci's performance is really too detailed.

The keys of life are destroyed, the faith is shattered.

His life is passing away.

He trembled every step he took, his toes stepped on the gravel, but no one knew that every step he took was on the tip of a knife, but his back was straight.

But he is still there, the seeds of life will not be destroyed, and the Neverland Island will not be destroyed. He is still the king, the belief of thousands of undead.

Even the photographer couldn't help but marvel at the boy's amazing expressiveness.

It was time to call out for this scene.

But Song Ci's performance was so good that Chen Pan couldn't help but asked him to shoot the next scene directly.

Song Ci walked over, the temperature in the desert was too high, he was wearing heavy clothes, and a little sweat appeared on his forehead.

The silver hair floated under the blowing of the blower, and the dazzling silver made his face pale.

He walked over and looked at the emissary who was kneeling on the ground with a long sword and panting.

The man looked up at him with struggle and remorse in his eyes: "Why did this happen!"

"No, this is not what I want!"

He watched with his own eyes the undead following him turn into dust.

Watch the once vibrant green disappear and turn into a dead desert.

Death, struggle, fear.

dissatisfied.

"That's the freedom you want."

The noble king bent down and put his finger between his brows.

"No, no!"

The man roared, exhausting his last strength.

He turned into a piece of sand and fell into this endless desert. No one remembered this piece of dust.

……

Chen Pan shouted Ka, and the camera turned to Bai Mu.

Song Ci took the handkerchief Lu Chen handed over and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The seed in Bai Mu's hand was watered with blood and emitted a gleaming green light.

He made a gesture of reaching out.

It seemed to see the green starlight floating down from the sky.

He caught it with his hands.

In fact, he didn't have anything in his hands, but his eyes were a little surprised.

He seemed to see the green spreading.

Vibrant green.

sprouted in his palm.

That dreamy island is alive again.

Originally, Lu Chen wanted Song Ci to follow him directly, but seeing Song Ci resting his chin on Bai Mu's performance, he was reluctant in his heart but still waited here.

When Bai Mu finished the play and came out, he saw that the boy was still waiting for him as usual, except for someone who was looking at him with a cold face, everything was in harmony.

"Ah Ci, you are waiting for me."

Song Ci nodded, stood up neatly, took his hand and said with a smile: "I promise you dinner, just today."

Lu Chen looked at Bai Mu who was being held by Song Ci with a smug smile on his face, he pursed his lips, his face became serious, and he stared at the young man's back several times.

To his disappointment, the boy didn't come over to hold him.

"Do you have anything to eat?" Song Ci raised his head and asked him.

Bai Mu smiled and said, "I can do it."

"That's okay. I saw a delicious restaurant a few days ago, so let's go there." Song Ci's eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of a place.

Listening to the two of them talking, Lu Chen didn't mention himself or plan to bring himself, feeling extremely depressed.

With a cold face, he turned and left.

Seeing that Lu Chen had really left, Bai Mu tugged at the hem of the boy's clothes: "Ah Ci, Mr. Lu is gone, why don't you call him?"

Song Ci twitched his lips when he saw the man who had been walking for a long time and hadn't left their sight, and he said, "It's okay, don't worry about him, he left just the two of us together."

"Anyway, it's enough for someone to take me back."

When Lu Chen heard Song Ci's words, his footsteps stopped instantly.

His eyes narrowed.

Cici originally planned to bring him along?

"He won't go, let's go directly." Song Ci continued, turning his gaze to Lu Chen's side, and as expected, he saw Lu Chen who turned around and walked back with a dark face.

When Lu Chen heard that Song Ci was going to be alone with Bai Mu just now, especially when they were coming back together, he was already anxious, and his face still had an indifferent look on his face.

Lu Chen looked at Song Ci, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to let him hold Bai Mu's hand, feeling uncomfortable.

It was impossible for him to leave Cici alone with Bai Mu.

This guy Bai Mu has deep thoughts about Cici, don't think he doesn't know what that guy has in mind.

Wouldn't it be dangerous to let him have the opportunity to be with Cici.

It is absolutely impossible for him to give them a chance to get along alone!