Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

“Brother Ye, you're back!” Even though the little sheep deliberately converged their emotions, they could still see the excitement in the bottom of their eyes.

With Lo Chen's insecure personality, she left for so many days without hearing from her, and she probably didn't think much.

Ye Qiang did not delay the time, and said directly, “Clean up, go to my place, I'll tell you the play. ”

“Hmm.” Luo Chen nodded immediately and followed.

Wanjing Mingyuan.

“Sit wherever you want.” Ye Zheng took off his coat and poured him a glass of water.

This time Lo Chen's expression has calmed down considerably compared to the nervousness when she came to her side earlier.

Ye Zheng sat on the couch and prepared to examine his homework.

Luo Chen stared at Ye Zheng and held the script's hand. He looked a little nervous.

Ye Zheng had the script in his hand, but he didn't see it. He opened his mouth and picked a play, “Act 13, scene 7. ”

This is a scene of dust killing in the woods.

The plot was simple: Lin laid down a sword and killed a righteous martial artist, then turned around and left.

No lines, just eyes and limbs.

Ye Zheng mainly wanted to go through the scene to see what step Luo Chen's understanding of the role of Lin Falling Dust in the second part had reached.

“Let's do this. Any questions?” Ye Qiao looked up and asked.

Luo Chen shook his head, "No problem. ”

Luo Chen walked to the center of the living room, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Three seconds later, when you open your eyes again, the bottom of your eyes is already extremely cold.

Luo Chen carried one hand behind him, the other hand pulled out the sword, one sword pierced people's heart, the expression on his face no longer pure and clear when he was a teenager, but evil charm, cold, bloodthirsty, staring at people's eyes as terrible as a ghost.

A moment later, Luo Chen took away the state in the play and turned to look at Ye Zheng, a little nervous waiting for Ye Zheng's evaluation.

Ye Zheng clasped his chin for a moment, “Well... the big demon head played well...”

Finished, paused, continued the opening, “But slightly floating on the surface! ”

Ye Zheng stood up and walked to the opposite position of Luochen.

“Yi” used the script in his hand as a sword, one sword penetrated the heart of Lo Chen, and then it did not stay for a moment, and it spinned and pulled out.

In her eyes, like Fang Zhai Luochen, it was evil, cold, bloodthirsty, but, unlike, there was no intention of killing.

Instead is apathy, a contempt and indifference to extreme disregard.

It's like it's not a person standing in front of you, it's a lifeless thing.

“See the difference?” Ye Qiao said, asking.

Luo Chen's forehead was cold sweaty, and it was not until Ye Zheng opened his mouth that he broke out of that huge pressure. Rumor has it that the colour of the gods is a little bright.

He knows how to interpret each other several times better than he does, but he doesn't know why.

Why is it even scarier when there is no intention of killing?

Ye Zheng followed the explanation of good temptation and said, "At that time, Lin Yi dust experienced all the injustices and misery in the world. His temperament changed dramatically. You were right about that, but what was the biggest difference between him and the past? You know what?”

Luo Chen glanced and thought for a moment, then asked with hesitation, "Is... awe of life? ”

Ye Xiaotong smiled, Lo Chen's enlightenment was really good, just a little bit.

“Nice, it's fear of life, putting human life in his eyes can only kill him, but if in his eyes human life is already like grass mustard dust, then he kills only indifferently! ”

Luo Chen's eyes suddenly brightened, like a daisy perfusion, “I get it! ”

“Hmm...” Ye Zheng nodded, just about to open his mouth. At this time, the cell phone bell rang beside him. Looks like the electricity showed that Xu Yi called.