my object is a sword

47 chapter

The plague ghost crawled out of the vortex, seeing that it had only one foot left, its white face hung upside down, swaying in the air, and let out a wicked laugh.

Egret's temples were wetted with sweat, and the trajectory of the pen tip turned into a golden light, which was complicated and lengthy. If it was accidentally broken, all previous efforts would be wasted and start over from scratch.Bailu has entered a mysterious state at this moment, it is very strange that he can't feel everything around him, but he clearly understands what happened.He didn't know what kind of spell he was drawing, and his heart moved freely. Every stroke seemed to flow smoothly. It seemed that there was an invisible force pushing him, and the black mist that was trying to entangle him was sucked into the tip of the pen and turned into a painting. Spiritual power, when the last stroke falls, the light shines brightly.

The lines of the spell turned into glowing gold threads, trapping the plague ghost who was hanging upside down in the air. Just as the plague ghost broke free from the whirlpool, it was bundled into a big rice dumpling and fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.He twisted hard, trying to break free, the harder he struggled, the more intense the light on the gold wire became, and the tighter the binding became.

The plague ghost let out a shrill and ear-piercing cry, and the billowing black mist in the room became more violent. Bai Lu repeated his old trick and drew an exorcism talisman, and the black mist in the room was immediately reduced by half.

Chengying should be allowed to collect all the black mist, Bailu thought painfully, it can restore him a lot of cultivation.

The plague ghost's struggle became weaker and weaker, Bailu took off the green vase that he had always carried with him, and put it in.Inside the translucent emerald bottle, the plague ghost became as big as a fingernail, and his skin was frighteningly white.

The art team leader woke up at this time, and he fainted beside Qiu Yinyin's bed. As soon as he sat up now, he saw Qiu Yinyin staring blankly at the front with big round eyes open.He looked along the path, and saw Chengying coming over at some time, standing at the door of the room, holding a red paper lantern in his right hand, his handsome face was hidden in the shadow of the aisle, revealing a clean and handsome chin , The art team leader suddenly felt that this is really a monster like a ghost, without any props and make-up, he acted in his true colors.

Bailu thought to himself that he really meant Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived. He pointed at the black mist that filled the room with the tip of his pen, and said with a smile, "Hurry up and eat, you will be full today!"

Chengying looked at him, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes, loosened his hand, and the paper lantern floated unsteadily into the air, and the black mist that was scurrying around like a trapped animal suddenly seemed to find an exit, and all of them came from above the lantern. The openings poured in, but in just a few seconds, the black mist in the entire building disappeared without a trace.

***

After a week of blizzards, the day finally ushered in a sunny day again. The long-lost warm sun illuminated the white world, revitalizing the oppressive and dull film crew.

The patients in the art group and Dr. Lin both recovered from their fevers and lived in peace. It can be said that they survived the disaster.In order to appease everyone, Director Qian specially asked the chefs to cook a few tables of delicacies for everyone.Bailu sat next to Chengying, and Chengying was next to Director Qian on the other side. I saw him eating and drinking with emotion, and told a lot of anecdotes and strange things he encountered in filming in previous years.

"One year when I was filming a shootout scene in the heavy rain in Sichuan, I encountered a mudslide..."

Everyone talked about their unforgettable experiences like pouring beans.

The villagers were also invited to eat together. There were not many people, and the whole village could almost fill two tables. As Xiao He said, they were either widowed elderly or young wives.The people at the two tables ate quietly around the table without making a sound, which was in stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the crew.

Xiaohe accidentally drank a few more glasses, got a little heady, walked over boldly, toasted the villagers, and asked, "Where are the young men and children in your village? Why didn't they see them?"

The villagers were silent for a while, and after a while, a beautiful woman wrapped in a headscarf stood up and responded to him, saying bluntly: "This is a private matter of our village, it is inconvenient to tell outsiders."

Xiaohe was not embarrassed when he was rejected, he smiled and ran back after drinking a glass, leaned into Bailu's ear and said, "Did you see, brother Lu, I just said there is a problem, it's a private matter, what's there to cover up?"

The smell of alcohol wafted along with the voice, and Bailu sat aside in disgust. He had an impression of the woman who was speaking. That day across the street, she was the person behind the opposite window.

It's really weird.

But no one took this matter to heart. After all, it had nothing to do with them. Everyone was busy with their own work. How could they have the leisure to care about strangers.

After the banquet, everyone went to work. The filming will start tomorrow, and the venue must be cleared today.That's all the work of the logistics staff, and the actors can still have a day off.

Yuan Yi came to look for Bailu again.

Sensing the cold and unpleasant aura of the people around him, Bai Lu felt somewhat guilty for no reason. What was the matter with the hostess' hatred of the mistress?

Yuan Yi ignored Cheng Ying's gaze, and asked Bailu directly: "Let's go for a walk, I have something to ask you."

Bailu followed him out, and the two walked along the only concrete road in the village.

"What do you want to ask?"

No one cleared the snow on the road, and there were rows of footprints printed in the white snow. It was rare for Yuan Yi not to wear a scarf today. He looked up at the egret and said, "You are from the Bai family, right?"

Bailu knew what he meant, and denied it without hesitation: "Of course not. It's just a coincidence that they have the same surname."

Yuan Yi: "But you can draw symbols."

Bailu laughed and said: "Chengying can also draw, Yang Jiu can also, and Dazuo, it's not only the Bai family who can draw symbols."

Yuan Yi's face was ugly, of course he knew this, speaking of it, the Bai family just took advantage of the blood, most of the Bai family had difficulty in cultivation, except for the special ability to draw symbols, they were just ordinary people.The special bloodline brought them prosperity and status, but it almost destroyed them in the end.

Yuan Yi walked forward with his head buried, and when he walked over, there was a lake at the foot of the mountain.As far as the eye can see, it is covered with thick snow, and there is no boundary at all. If you don't pay attention, you may step on the lake.Today has begun to warm up, if the ice on the lake is not strong enough, it will suffer if it falls.

Bailu felt that even if he had cultivation, he didn't have the guts to swim around.He called Yuan Yi: "Don't go any further. There is a lake over there. If you have no problems, I'll go back first."

"Yang Jiu is still in charge of Yuling." Yuan Yi said suddenly, and he stopped. This place is already some distance away from the village, and there is no building to cover it. There are gusts of cool wind blowing from the empty snow field, with biting wind chill.Yuan Yi's face was facing the direction of the wind, and soon the tip of his nose and eye circles were red, and he was very cold.

Egret: "Yes."

Judging from the appearance, Yuan Yi is very young, and he is the popular young meat nowadays.But when he said these words, he showed an expression of recalling the past, and his eyes showed a bit of vicissitudes.He didn't know what he thought of, and with a sad and resentful expression on his face, he said, "You go back first, I want to be alone." After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

This endless conversation ended here, and Bailu was a little confused. When he returned to his residence, Chengying was sitting in the living room on the first floor drinking tea, but there was no one in Xiaohe, probably because he drank too much and went back to sleep.

Cheng Ying turned her head slightly, and asked in her tone: "Are you willing to come back?"

Egret gave a "hmm", walked over and sat down on another chair, and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

The teapot was warmed on a small stove, and a straight plume of white smoke came out of the spout, making the room smoky, saving money on a humidifier.Chengying put down the teacup and ordered: "Don't meet him alone in the future."

Bai Lu's heart skipped a beat. Although he had noticed some unusual changes in Chengying recently, it was the first time he was so outspokenly jealous. It seems embarrassing to talk too!Bai Lu scratched his head, decided to play dumb, and said with a smile: "I don't think he will come to me anymore. I told him just now that I am not from the Bai family..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Ying, who was sitting opposite just now, suddenly appeared in front of him. His tall figure was against the light, casting a shadow, which just shrouded him.Egret still kept talking, opened his mouth slightly, and looked up at him, very surprised.

Bailu watched helplessly as Chengying stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and bent down, her handsome face was getting closer and closer, magnified infinitely.In just two seconds, it seemed as if the slow-motion button had been pressed, and Bailu could clearly feel his heart beating "plop, plop", and the sound was so loud that everyone around him could hear it.His subconscious mind told himself that he should avoid it, but his body seemed to have its own consciousness, it didn't move at all, and trembled slightly with excitement.

Until the two lips were lightly pressed together, until the lips were pried apart and the teeth were opened, Egret remained motionless in this movement.

really.

It must be fake!

How could Chengyingjian's lips and tongue be hot...

The sky was getting darker, the sun was setting on the other side of the snow field, and the wisps of cotton-like clouds in the sky were dyed the color of withered roses, reflecting the snow field, and the sky and the earth were gorgeous.

On the small stove in the center of the living room, the water in the teapot gradually boiled out, and when the water fell on the stove, part of it was evaporated immediately, and the water vapor lingered.And behind the door of the mountain house facing the stove, a pair of slender figures overlapped each other, touching each other to death.

The slight panting sound didn't gradually disappear until late at night.

***

The next day, the harsh sunlight shone in through the glass window, just falling on the head of the bed.Bai Lu subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes and turned over. The next second, the hot feeling from somewhere behind him made him startled and he was completely awake.

Bailu froze in the bed at first, like a thief, he looked back quietly, and after confirming that he was the only one on the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he was completely relieved, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Chengying's handsome coffin face appeared behind the door.He walked in with breakfast and closed the door, his eyes were bright, and he was a little more lively than his usual calm appearance.

"Get up and apply some medicine before going to rest. This is breakfast. I heard your stomach growl a few times when you fell asleep." Cheng Ying's tone was rare and gentle, and she instructed carefully.

Bailu looked at the ointment he took out from his pocket, his heart was cold, he didn't care about being shy, and asked desperately: "Where did you get this ointment?"

Chengying said calmly: "Ask Dr. Lin for it."

"What did you tell her?"

Chengying glanced at him inexplicably, put the soy milk and buns and fried dough sticks on the small cabinet next to the bed, and said, "Of course I told the truth."

"..."

I don't want to live anymore.

The egret lay on the bed dejectedly, its head hanging on the edge of the bed, its slender white neck and a large smooth back exposed to the air, attracting people's attention.

Chengying stared fixedly for a while, his eyes were deep, thinking that there would be a show in the afternoon, he had to remind: "Be careful of catching a cold, Dr. Lin said it is easy to get a fever."

"!!!"

Egret held his face in depression, not wanting to look up.What if Dr. Lin slipped his tongue while chatting with the rest of the crew! !Can this crew stay happily ever after?

"How could the monk get a fever because of this flesh injury, Chengying, did you do it on purpose!?"

No matter how entangled and depressed Bailu was, Chengying finally dug him up for breakfast.

When I followed him to the shooting scene in the afternoon, I don't know if it was a psychological factor, Bai Lu always felt that everyone was looking at his ass and ass intentionally or not!

Xiao He sat on the pony in the rest carriage and played with his mobile phone. He took a moment to look at the egret who had just sat down, and said, "Brother Lu, why did you wake up so late today? It's so rare. I wanted to bring you a meal, senior." I don’t know if it’s because I was hit by a lowered head, but I suddenly said that he’s going to bring it for you. I almost thought that the sun didn’t rise today. Eh? Brother Lu, why did you bring a small cushion, because the stool is cold? I heard that girls..."

Xiao He was talking non-stop at the side, apparently unaware that his two "roommates" had secretly hooked up last night, while Bai Lu didn't listen to a word.He was feeling very depressed, and he still couldn't believe that he was arched by a sword like this. He was obviously straight, so why did he bend in a daze?

Also bent into the one below...

Egret thought sadly.

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Today, the stupid author locked himself in a small black room with [-] words, but the result was that he couldn’t get out of the text, and his heart was blocked