Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

"Xiao Li"'s pupils tightened, and she felt an inexplicable tension in her heart. Before she could ask more questions, the scholar on the stage stabbed Die Yi with his spear.

Bright red blood flowed out, and Dieyi struggled in pain and screamed at the top of his lungs.

He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end it was too painful and his throat became hoarse, making it difficult to scream.

"it is good!"

"What a great performance."

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and everyone whispered to each other: "It's so real."

"The expression is spot on."

"Just like the real thing."

Countless copper coins and flower baskets were thrown onto the stage, and some were thrown on Dieyi. The money rolled down with blood.

When "Xiao Li" in the audience saw this scene, she felt that her blood had solidified for a moment, and she froze in place.

Having been immersed in the theater scene for a long time, of course he understood what was going on.

Singing in an opera troupe would never make death so realistic.

The tip of his nose twitched and he smelled the smell of blood.

It tastes very weak,

Because today's opera was performed in the middle of the lake, the audience sat some distance away from the stage. The lake water diluted the smell of human blood and cut off the close sight of most of the audience.

Therefore, when they look at it from a distance, they can only shout words like: "lifelike and beautiful".

Little did he know how cruel things happened on the stage.

"The gun, that prop has been replaced by a real one." Xiaoli's face turned pale and she spoke tremblingly.

On the stage, seeing Dieyi still struggling, the scholar raised an evil smile on his lips, pulled out the spear from his body, raised it high, and stabbed it again!

His eyes were full of insidiousness and the joy of succeeding in his plan.

From this, the guests cheered again: "This young man performed really well today."

"My skills have improved."

"It looks like her level is no worse than that of Hua Dan."

The spear stabbed hard, but the first stab missed the target, and Dieyi dodged.

This time, the gun head stabbed Dieyi's heart.

Ding,

Between the lightning and flint, there was a sound of metal interlacing on the stage,

A snow-white long sword was held against the head of a spear. Pierre appeared on the stage in a gorgeous costume, with beautiful prostitute makeup on his face.

His movements were crisp and neat, with heroic spirit.

The scholar felt his right hand go numb, and then the spear in his hand was easily opened and flew into the sky.

pat.

The spear fell into the water and splashed.

"Xiao Li~"

There was an exclamation from the audience, and the original "Little Li" stumbled to the top, making a man's voice.

"Are you okay?" The man cried loudly, looking panicked and ugly. He knelt on the ground and held Dieyi in his arms.

"elder brother."

Dieyi raised his head slightly, and his originally delicate jawline was now stained with red, giving it a strange beauty.

She said weakly: "Am I going to... die?"

"No -" the man hugged Dieyi tighter: "I don't want you to die..."

"I don't want~ don't die, please, Xiaoli."

The man looked like he was crazy, his eyes were full of despair and pain, and a lot of Yin Qi came out of his body and gathered around him.

In an instant, strong winds blew on the lake, and water columns protruded and turned into ice.

Vina didn't care about men and women anymore, and hugged Pierre. It was so cold, they were both...frozen to death.

"Xiaoli, Xiaoli... don't leave me."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow......" Die Yi was infected on the stage and screamed pitifully.

Xu Ye ran over, grabbed the wound and took a look, staring at the two of them very strangely: "You can't die. From my experience, with such a small amount of blood, you can stay in bed for at most half a month."

He pulled out a roll of bandages: "I can even make her fine now."

The crying stopped suddenly,

The man lowered his head at this moment and took a closer look at Dieyi's wound. He saw that there was indeed a bloody hole in the girl's body. It looked horrifying, but the stabbing was off-center, in the appendix area of ​​the abdomen.

It seems like... he really won't die.

The air felt awkward for a moment, and the surrounding temperature gradually returned. Vina pushed Pierre away in disgust and threw him into a squat.

Pierre sat on the ground and scratched his hair.

Seeing that the man had calmed down, Pierre took the opportunity to speak:

"What's the matter?"

"Should I call you Xiaoli or Dieyi?"

Xu Ye wrapped the bandage around Dieyi's wound, and a burst of green light flashed, and the skin returned to its original state.

Seeing this change with his own eyes, the man's pupils shook, and he was willing to say a few more words:

"Actually, Xiaoli and I are twins." He took out his handkerchief and wiped the white paint off his face.

Faced with Xu Ye's confused expression, Dieyi also removed the makeup on her face.

After such a comparison, the two people's looks are very similar.

Singing opera itself requires makeup, and the face is decorated with various paints, making others feel like the same person.

"Three years ago, my sister and I sold our bodies on the street to bury our father with weeds on our heads. We were spotted by a troupe leader in a troupe."

"My sister and I have some singing skills, especially my sister Xiaoli. She has a beautiful voice and the songs she sings are euphemistic and beautiful."

"Maybe this is talent. Others need to practice a piece for more than ten years, but she can sing it easily after listening to it once. She grasps each syllable with incredible accuracy. Even I, who was born as a mother, can't sing it. catch up."

"The rules passed down from the previous dynasty were that women were not allowed to sing on stage. However, in recent years, the environment has been turbulent, and many so-called unwritten rules have been broken by the influx of new ideas, and control in this area has gradually become less strict.

Xiaoli's biggest wish is to be able to sing on stage. "

"Then she can just go up and sing." Wei Na waved her hand: "You also said that the current thinking is advanced and different from before."

"Yes, I thought so at first." The man sighed melancholy: "So we, brother and sister, signed a deed of sale and sold ourselves to the theater. That was really the stupidest decision I made in my life."

"You know, my sister and I have loved going to the theater since we were little."

"When I was young, I had a distant uncle who was a businessman and was very wealthy. During the Chinese New Year, he picked Xiaoli and I up and took us to the largest theater in the county, the Liyuan, to listen to the opera."

"That was my first exposure to the pear garden. It was so beautiful. It was different from the wild troupes in the countryside in the past. It was decorated with gold carvings and jade, the chairs were made of fine sandalwood, and the snacks were soft and delicious.

The Hua Dan on the stage is dressed in gold and jade, extremely luxurious. After the song ended, many people stood up and applauded, rushing to give him money and gifts.

But he seemed to be used to the wealth and wealth around him. He was not surprised at all and dealt with everyone calmly. Xiaoli and I were stunned on the spot. "

"What a scenery, so amazing."

"At that time, the two of us had only one thought: we were envious of such a life. Xiaoli was even more inspired to become a famous actress like a famous actress on stage in the future."

"elder brother……"

Xiaoli's eyes showed nostalgia and she shouted softly.

"Oh, there are no famous actors. A few days after I signed the contract of prostitution and entered the theater, I secretly got to know him privately and found out that the so-called beauty is just superficial."

"The actor is a low-class actor and is not respected by anyone."

"To put it bluntly, in the eyes of rich and powerful people, they are just playthings for casual entertainment, not even human beings."

"Those glamorous actors are all bullied by the guests in private. The troupe owners don't care, and most of the time they help the guests to bully them. In order to survive, they can only smile in the end."

"Men are like this, let alone a woman like Xiaoli, who will sing in the future..."

Wei Na was a little anxious: "Speak quickly, what happens next?"

She wants to hear the point.