God of Life

“Hello, boss! ”

Wang Yanyi entered the rehearsal hall, and the two platoons of beautiful women brushed their bows and shocked him instantly.

What are you doing?

Liu Li's dance queue sisters and sisters mostly wore exercise clothes, white stockings black tights, lined up in two rows at the door, hip-hop welcome ceremony.

“Wish the boss tremendous progress! ”

Major Wang Dazheng, the only elementary schoolsister again awoke.

Shouted Wang Yan all over his head.

Who taught you that?

Do you know what kind of door condom that is?

Wang Yanpestle door dared not move, afraid of crabs, hurry to wave at 30,000.

“Daughter-in-law, go. Your sister is not a good person. Let's go! ”

Smile on the ground.

In fact, Wang Yan didn't want to come in, but Liu Li said that everyone wanted to see him. Expressing gratitude, he had to come to the practice hall.

And the reason for that is, naturally, because it's live.

Wang Ting Entertainment Didu Branch, has opened in Jili Park.

The live room is super simple to decorate, anyway it has beauty cameras and special effects that don't need to be too meticulous.

So under the tireless rush of Licking Dog Lu, the anchors of Emperor Du started broadcasting live as early as possible.

Wang Yan promised the dancers that he could give them a part-time job, and naturally he wouldn't give up his word.

Seven sisters have already tried water in their spare time under Zhu Zhiju's arrangement.

At first, it wasn't good or bad, but the prettiest one got nearly 3,000 rewards in just four days, which is a good start.

Every day, they said they wanted to thank Wang Yan in person. Liu Li couldn't stand it, but Seo Se led the dog into the rehearsal hall again today.

After a short chat, Wang Yanjin was ready to withdraw.

The sisters look good, but unfortunately they have no advantage.

Long legs, but not palace feathers.

A Tie Ping, but not Lin Ping.

Cute poor R $2 big baby, one little glass is enough, people are really lazy to watch.

In essence, Young Master Wang has always been an uncircumcised child.

In a crowd full of connotations, Wang Yan dragged Miss 30,000 out and headed straight to the incense book.

Thirty thousand mouths mumble some “Why?", “It's daytime”, “I'm still rehearsing” and other obscure words, but they don't trip at all.

Wang Dashao hey hey bad laugh.

“Everyone else wears exercise clothes, just because you wear long T-shirts and sweatpants, you can go out with a down jacket. Don't you understand what you're saying? ”

Thirty thousand is out of breath.

“I hint at you, asshole! Ready to go out with you is that what you want?! ”

“Don't talk hard, check it out later and you'll see if you want to! ”

Thirty thousand is even angrier, and his legs are softer.

“Don't check...”

Soft, red ears.

After two hours or 3,000 words of omission, we can finally have a good chat.

Thirty thousand wearing bathrobes, receiving Miss Yuanxiang's foot massage, eating the fruit tray from Dave, pillow on Wang Yan's abs, comfortable humming.

“Every time you come, you have to quench my fighting spirit...”

“Then stop practicing and feel safe being your little grandmother! ”

“How is that possible? For more than a decade, I've had one goal. ”

Thirty thousand lazy returns, no such generous and exhilarating momentum.

Such an attitude, on the contrary, means firm enough.

Never wanted to give up, so there was no need to emphasize resolve in drastic terms.

Wang Yan knew she couldn't handle her. He didn't persuade her any more. "When's the new dance? ”

“Start the school gig at the end of the period, go to the theater next semester, possibly enter the competition... you will come and cheer me up! ”

“Well, on the first day of the theater performance, I'll surprise you...”

Wang Yan mysteriously frightened Liu Li.

“Don't be ridiculous! The show is serious! ”

“Don't worry, am I that kind of person? ”

Thirty thousand gave Wang Yan a small look full of suspicion.

“Shit! Get cleaned up! ”

Wang Dashao got angry and reached directly into the bathrobe. He almost scared Xiao Liu Glass to pee.

“No, no, no, I'm sorry! Xiang Xiang is still here..."

The incense drifts its head like a mountain - I am deaf and dumb, you two can do whatever you want.

Thirty thousand quickly changed the subject: “How many days have you been in the emperor this time? ”

“Many days. ”

Wang Yan took out his phone, pulled a list of WeChat friends, and found Fu Yupo.

“The exact length of stay depends largely on the state of the small commune. The first gun in the Wang Ting Film Industry opened the door to see if she could blow it up. ”

Feel free to send Fu Yupo a message: Ready?

Thirty thousand felt that kind of pressure, rushing to protect her: "Don't rush her, poetry won't be disappointing, she practiced for at least 16 hours a day, and she pulled her shoulder more than once. ”

Wang Yan stunned: “What does practice do to pull a shoulder? ”

“The kinetic breakdown of the fight! Didn't you make a special action shot? ”

Wang Yan couldn't cry: “I don't even know exactly how to behave… I only know what the end result is. ”

“We know! ”

Thirty thousand suddenly climbed up, stepped on the bed, and stamped a rare, confusing horse step.

“For example, forward punching, normal is punching. If you want to look good, pull forward slightly on your shoulders, shoulders to your big arms, and then your small arms. Strike forward in a row, and move consistently, but in the middle there must be a rhythm, like this...”

Thirty-one thousand to explain and punch.

Little fists are not squeezed, vain grips, fast as lightning, distinct rhythm, and when the final punch stabilizes, the whole arm does not shake a bit.

This is supposed to be some kind of dance variation, and it's pure bullshit to fight, but it looks really good.

Wang Yan clapped his hands.

“Wow, daughter-in-law, you still have these moments?! Awesome!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! ”

Thirty thousand hips and laughs, and beauty swoops to the eyebrows.

“The effect you want is explosive power on the one hand and stability on the other.

What we basically practice is stability, and rhythm, rhythm, poetry is perfectly fine.

The only difference is the eruption, so she is now strengthening the eruption of the underlying movement.

As for the ultimate feeling of blow, that can only be done with special effects.

Got it? ”

Honestly, not really.

Realistic performance, and the ultimate effect in the movie, is completely different.

The orgasm of the witch's struggle, unlike previous kung fu films, is closer to that of Marvel.

Repeated testing of the fingers is required, as well as special shooting clips.

But Liu Li understands very well, she and Fu Yupo should be in the right direction.

The rhythm, rhythm, aesthetics, combined with the effects, may cut out a prettier, more wonderful, more powerful fight scene than the original.

This type of film really shouldn't be shot by a little girl who doesn't have any foundation.

Dancers or martial arts students can only play the limit.

“Awesome! ”

Wang Yan raised his thumb sincerely.

“Did you come up with an idea for Grandpa? ”

Miss 30,000's proud jaw: “Many of us figured it out together! We've watched almost every action movie on the market! ”

Wang Yan opened his eyes: “I'll go! So hard? ”

“That was the first movie of poetry! Don't worry about it. ”

Thirty thousand cows in a bunch of cozy little white eyes, so cute.

“You want the effect, unlike any action movie on the market.

More exaggerated than an action film, but not a fantasy of a traditional kung fu film.

There is no such thing as high-altitude martial arts in the film, but an attempt to show a 10-fold power of human physique, 10-fold agility.

Like Marvel, but more realistic fighting concepts than Marvel, focusing on the rhythmic aesthetics of action.

It took us a long time to figure out how to behave, and this is what poetry does now. ”

I'll do it!

Thirty grand, you know too much.

Major Wang was shocked and measured the little glass standing on the bed with a worshipping look.

I just glanced at her and ran away along the bathrobe crevice.

Hiss... Hiss!

Pfft!

Noting Liu Glass, where the dead dog's gaze stomped on the dog's face, trying to cover his dog's eyes.

Instead of covering it, cover him under the bathrobe.

Wang Dashuo said, “Yuan Xiang, go and rest in the living room! ”

Miss Yuan Xiang snorted back and 30,000 realized it was bad. She was just about to run and was pulled down on her ankle.

Pull so hard...

Boo!

Dancers, the horse says chop.

“Ah, my lord, forgive me, I am wrong! ”

It's useless to admit you're wrong.

And then it was 3,000 words of crazy.

Enough of this again, finally we can have a good chat...

Wang Dashan is in a great mood, not only because Little Don't win the 30,000 wedding, but also because of their dedication.

Little Duke understands the action effect of the movie. The play doesn't mention it. There must be no problem with the martial arts.

Another step closer to taking a classic.

When I think of this, Wang Yan suddenly got a little confused.

“Are you too fond of Little Duke? Why are you so aggressive when your husband spends money on your girlfriend? ”

Liu Li's nest was in Wang Yanhua's arms and he was comfortable.

“You know what's wrong with my girlfriend, my girlfriend? ”

“It's not wrong...”

Wang Dashao scratched his head and explained vaguely: “Right... you know, poetry is still beautiful... how come you don't hide your boyfriend from your girlfriend at all? ”

“Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, I certainly don't like it. ”

Liu Li raised his head and clicked on his big eyes. He looked at Wang Yan's chin, lips and nostrils. He simply did not look into his eyes.

Sounds a little grudgy, but also a bit satisfying.

“But if it's serious, I have no reason to stop it...

Wang Wang, you know what?

After I met you, I felt better about myself... "

“Hmm?”

Wang Yan snorted out of her nose and held her tight with his opposite hand.

Liu Glass continued to mumble and the sound grew slighter.

“I want everyone around me to be better and better, life, career, ideals, happiness… everything.

You're not only making me better, you're making poetry, Nago, Viv better.

I appreciate everything you've brought me. I'm proud of you, and I'm even more proud of you...

So I won't stop you from helping poetry get better.

But you and she can't be sorry to me.

I didn't ask you anything outside. I want you to ask me more about everything around me... ”

Wang Yan couldn't say a word, so he held her tight, like he was going to shove it into his body.