Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

Backstage at the theater, Bono was very proud. Yesterday, he ate another blood swallow, and his skin became even better. The music he sang was so exciting that it could make people laugh.

It's a pity that that guy has no use value anymore.

Relatives and friends knew that he had injured his mother, and no one lent him money, so he stole it and robbed it from acquaintances' houses.

Yesterday, he was being chased for debt and fled to the theater. He even swore that he would take him away.

Where to go?

He is living a good life here, so why should you go with him?

Anyway, seeing that there was nothing more he could squeeze out of him, Bono couldn't bear it and ended the man with a knife.

"I am the next Dieyi." Bono admired himself in the mirror.

"Hey, did you listen to me?" He unhappily patted the colleague next to him who was putting on makeup. No one was showing off the benefits, so what's the difference between a night walk in brocade clothes.

No, he has to show off and let everyone see him.

The movement of the colleague's hand was interrupted and he turned around.

He has a white face, very white.

It was as white as paint completely stuck on it, losing its original skin color.

On the "whiteboard", one eye, a half-open mouth, and a beautiful nose were drawn.

Hua Dan was about to change the other half of her face when she was slapped by Bono. The tip of the pen was raised, leaving a long slash where the eyes were originally.

"what--"

Bono screamed, this was much scarier than seeing someone kill someone.

The man in front of him had no face, only a whiteboard, and he drew all his facial features on it all by himself.

"What's the ghost's name? It's broad daylight." The actress next door said impatiently.

Bono was stunned. He looked over carefully and saw that there was no whiteboard. It was clearly a living person speaking to him.

Every frown and smile, including the look of disgust when frowning, are all lively and lively.

It's just that because of makeup, the other person's face was painted white.

"Is it because I'm too tired recently and my eyesight is dazzled?"

Bono shook his head and spoke suspiciously. Then he ignored the matter and continued to indulge in admiring his appearance.

"Hi~"

The audience in front of the screen gasped.

Because in their eyes, from a God's perspective, Bono and the actress have a blank slate on their faces, and they paint their facial features one stroke at a time. There is no difference between the two.

"Bono, is this contaminated?"

"He just had a moment of clarity. It's a pity."

"Well, sometimes, when people encounter something that is unreasonable, they often comfort themselves that it is an illusion. In fact, who knows whether it is an illusion?"

"It makes sense. I saw Hei Bai Wu Chang carrying a coffin outside yesterday, and I thought it was an illusion. It turned out that the contractor directed and acted it himself in order to scare the nail shop next door."

……

Pierre passed by, saw the conversation between the two, and sighed.

He had known for a long time that if oil paint was applied to his face, if it was not washed off in time, it would probably never be washed off.

So Pierre washes himself every night.

Because Bono had never revealed his identity due to a certain mentality, when Pierre passed by, he thought it was two aboriginal people in the theater chatting, so he left without taking it seriously.

……

In the evening, it was time for another small meeting every day.

Because of the "eavesdropping" incident last night, Xiaoli hid when she saw Wei Na.

There was no way, in order to prevent the child from stressing, Xu Ye could only stay away from Wei Na.

Wei Na sat on a chair and listened to the play without saying anything, feeling sour in her heart, especially when she saw Xiao Li hating her and trying to please Xu Ye.

Damn it, I obviously carried Xiaoli halfway yesterday, but Xu Ye only knows how to carry girls on his shoulders.

In the end, Xu Ye lost his reputation as a good guy.

Having said that, Wei Na still sat on the chair obediently as agreed, with cotton stuffed in her ears and her head as low as possible, not to watch the performance on the stage to avoid being attracted.

The three of them have a clear division of labor. Xu Ye is responsible for protecting Xiaoli's safety, which the other two people agree with very much.

Wei Na maintains her status as a "generous" guest in preparation for seeing Die Yi again next time.

Pierre was in the background, keeping an eye on the goings-on.

"There is a problem." After learning that Wei Na was helping Xu Ye catch bird poop yesterday, and not dating, his attitude became much better: "Everyone backstage is very jealous of Die Yi. As time goes by, this kind of The emotions have been getting stronger lately.”

"Some people even suggested plotting to kill Dieyi."

The three of them frowned, feeling something unusual.

Before they knew the truth, they thought that Dieyi relied on singing and lived in a luxurious environment every day, which even made many of the chosen ones from modern times feel envious.

But now...

"If I'm not wrong, Dieyi's existence is precisely to protect a certain group of people."

"Especially the top-ranked Hua Dan."

It is true that as the top card, it seems to overwhelm everyone.

But it was precisely because Dieyi attracted too much attention that many guests focused all their attention on him, thus "ignoring" others.