Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 12 is about to begin

"Friends of the audience, friends of the audience!"

"This is "Millions of Quests" specially sponsored by Wanda Group. Behind me is the latest D-level secret realm in Yushui City—the Western Suburb Secret Realm!"

"This time we have invited a total of forty elites from all walks of life..."

In front of the secret realm in the western suburbs, the host led the photography team to shout hard, spitting all over the illusory space barrier behind them with long guns and short cannons.

"This program will be broadcast live on the entire network platform!"

"Now, there are still two hours before the official start of the show, the contestants are ready, let's contact the indoor live broadcast room!"

……

In the player's lounge, there were quite a few figures gathered at this time, some with nervous faces and some eager to try. Fortunately, the lounge is spacious and there are so many people that it doesn't seem crowded.

But among the many figures, there is a thin figure that is extremely eye-catching.

Wearing a shabby Taoist gown that has been washed white, a pair of old Taoist shoes, and a simple mahogany sword behind him, his eyes are slightly closed, turning a deaf ear to everything around him.

There is a great contrast with the full house full of armed uniforms.

not far away.

A muscular black man smiled disdainfully at the settled Lu Chen, elbowed the short man beside him, and said with a strange accent, "What is he doing? Cosplay? We're going Quest or party?"

The short man stroked his standard island-style beard and laughed loudly: "Mr. Moore doesn't know something. Here, he is called a Taoist priest."

"Taoist? Is it a priest?"

"No, no, they should be called clowns instead of Mr. Priest!"

"Ah, hahahahaha, Mr. Matsushima is very humorous."

Black Moore laughed loudly: "This trip to explore the secrets, with Mr. Matsushima as a company, will definitely be very exciting!"

Ichiro Matsushima touched the samurai sword on his waist, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, Mr. Moore, with me, Jiang Liu Daozuka, and you who are proficient in fighting, the championship prize this time must be ours."

Moore swept across the yellow skin in the room proudly, and smiled disdainfully: "Mr. Matsushima is right, people from this country are not worthy of taking the highest award!"

Matsushima Ichiro smiled coldly: "Weak people."

Moore shook his muscles and gave a smirk: "It's true that they are a bunch of trash, but girls from this country...hehe~"

As he spoke, the black man did not forget to shake his buttocks, with a look of enjoyment on his face: "As long as I let them see this muscle and skin color, I am willing to tell them what to do."

The two laughed lewdly, their eyes extremely proud.

……

The conversation between the two was not loud, but in the corner, a man in black with his eyes closed raised his eyelids slightly, stared at the two who spoke loudly, and clutched the Tang knife in his hand, a cold light flashed in his dark eyes.

……

Lu Chen, who was in meditation, moved his ears, and Lu Chen Danfeng's eyes slowly opened, and turned to look at the two figures, one black and one white, behind him, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

Although it is said that one must immerse one's mind in meditation, but the Taoist heavenly eye is so sharp, the nonsense of the two naturally cannot escape Lu Chen's six senses.

As Lu Chen who grew up under the red flag, he didn't have the slightest affection for these two kinds of people.

Now that he has the Taoist inheritance, his mentality is broader and grander than before, but after hearing the bullshit words of the two, Lu Chen still couldn't stop his disgust in his heart.

Taoism teaches that the sea is inclusive of all rivers, but it also teaches that the eyes are indifferent.

Lu Chendanfeng's eyes drooped slightly, and his eyes were slightly cold.

"There is so much resentment on this person"

Now that Lu Chentian's eyes have been opened, there is no need to rely on the qi-watching technique for some shallow breaths.

Under the eyes of the sky, several strands of black air were lingering behind Black Moore at this moment, and it lingered for a long time.

Every black gas...

They are all innocent souls.

Facing the ghosts, Lu Chen's Taoist coercion unknowingly revealed.

As if struck by lightning, those innocent souls trembled and hid behind the black man, trembling.

……

"Mr. Matsushima, look quickly, that clown has spotted us!"

Moore grinned, tugged at Ichiro Matsushima's sleeve, and waved his arms at Lu Chen in great excitement, mockingly said, "Hey, buddy, is there a circus to watch today?"

Ichiro Matsushima looked along Moore, with a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss, revealing an unspeakable coercion.

Matsushima, who has been with swords since he was a child, and who is born with clear senses, feels inexplicably shocked. It is not a young man in front of him, but an irresistible majesty. leg.

'This……'

'Who the hell is this? '

Forcibly enduring his weak legs, Matsushima swallowed hard, and the samurai uniform was soaked in cold sweat on his back.

Moore didn't notice any changes in the teammates around him, and he still used his fangs and claws to match the jerky accent: "Mr. Clown, are you going to give us a circus performance?"

"Or, step on the tires?"

"Drilling the ring of fire?"

Moore laughed out loud, leaning back and forth.

……

Lu Chen didn't pay attention to the taunts. Looking at the group of unjust souls who were on the verge of collapse, he slowly withdrew his coercion, and watched the trembling unjust souls come back behind the black man.

In the corner, the man in black with Tang Dao in his hand seemed to have noticed something suddenly, and suddenly raised his head, just in time to meet Lu Chen's deep eyes.

The man in black looked shocked, and his muscles tensed unconsciously, as if he was facing great danger.

Lu Chen also noticed that the man in black was unusual, so he smiled kindly and nodded slightly, as a greeting.

The man in black with inexplicable eyes nodded in obsession, and the whole person seemed to relax.

……

"Laughed!"

"Wow, he actually laughed!"

Moore covered his mouth and roared like an ape: "The clown here is really interesting!"

Ichiro Matsushima grinned without a smile on his face, but didn't speak.

Moore was still in ecstasy. He pointed to his crotch, showing off his might: "Dude, what do you think of this ring of fire?"

Everyone in the arena had different expressions, some showed contempt, some enjoyed watching the play, and some were filled with righteous indignation.

Almost all the people present were from the warrior circle in Yushui City, and they all knew Moore's strength and reputation.

Moore's strength is above average, but relying on his alien identity, he always looks superior to others.

Although this identity doesn't have any substantial power and function, Moore can always maximize this identity by virtue of his brazenness and nonsense.

He can always find an excuse for himself to touch porcelain from various aspects such as morality and reputation. It is not a day or two to speculate in Yushui City, so naturally no one wants to mess with him.

Not far from Lu Chen, a skinny young man snorted coldly and cursed, "Shabby devil!"

"what are you saying?!"

Hearing the scolding, the smile on Moore's face stagnated, and he took a look at the speaker first, and saw that he was not a rich man, but just an immature boy.I couldn't help being angry from my heart, and shouted: "You **** trash, tell me, what were you talking about just now?!"

The slightly immature skinny boy sneered: "I said you look like a silly dog."

"WTF?!"

The black Moore let out a rage, and rushed towards the skinny boy aggressively, with his fingers heavily on the boy's chest, he roared angrily, "You, tell me again!"

The skinny boy covered his nose, curled his lips in disgust: "Don't you idiots brush their teeth?"

"Shet!"

Moore pushed the skinny boy away, and then he was about to do it.

"Boom boom boom!"

"What are you messing around with?!"

Hearing that the situation in the lounge was not right, the staff on the side shouted: "If you keep messing around, don't let it go!"

"If you have a grudge, report it in the secret realm, don't f*ck add trouble to me!"

Among the staff stationed in the lounge, there are warriors who are not low in cultivation. At this moment, spiritual power enters their throats, and their voices are extremely ear-splitting.

This roar completely suppressed the flames of war in the lounge.

Glancing at the countdown to the beginning of the show, the skinny boy snorted coldly and sat down again.

"You wait for me!"

Moore threw down a harsh sentence, and returned to Songdao with a resentful expression on his face. He stared at Lu Chen and the skinny boy fiercely, and scolded disdainfully:

"Mr. Matsushima, look, I just said that the people here are trash?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present changed, and the few people who were watching the show couldn't help frowning at this moment.

The black-clothed man in the corner had a cold light in his eyes, and his hand was already on the handle of the Tang knife.

In the lounge, the atmosphere was suddenly cold, Ichiro Matsushima scolded an idiot in his heart, and secretly moved some distance to the side.

"Squeak."

The lounge door opened and closed, and the crisp sound of high-heeled shoes temporarily suppressed the stagnant atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)