PFC Chapter 310 Lush Greenery
Chapter 310 Lush Greenery
Excellent performance, nailed in one take.
Bo Bing overheard a conversation between director Chen Hongpeng and Yin Su. The director was assuring Yin Su that the psychedelic lighting and soft lighting, combined with the special effects of the later transitions, would greatly diminish the figures of the two men and amplify the impact of the scene.
Even though it's considered a cross-dressing role as the "Queen Ant," Bo Bing felt that Yin Su performed very well. He naturally brought a certain feeling to the role, providing other actors with the emotions they needed for the performance.
He stared at the monitor. The shots from all the cameras were excellent. Director Chen's directing skills were top-notch, and with Yin Su's cooperation, the scene looked particularly magnificent—beautiful, a beauty tinged with decay.
— With this, filming for "Green Ants" is complete.
The truth that Chen Mo was seeking was nothing more than this.
A missing sister, a magical and filthy underworld, and him who made his way to the anthill through blood and sacrifice.
What is the truth we want?
The inner world is rising, and the anthill looks like a colossal creature. Under the magnification and zoom of the camera, it looks like a terrifying monster rising from the ground, ready to cleanse Chen Mo, the outsider.
Chen Mo could no longer wait for the spring of justice to arrive. He knew what he was doing. The smell of gasoline hit his nose and went straight to the top of his head. He lit a cigarette, looked at the soldier ants chasing after him, and took a deep breath.
Smoke billows.
Fire shot into the sky.
The explosives he had buried were detonating one after another. He saw red waterfalls bursting from his own body and the bodies of the ants, but they were just a drop in the ocean of fire. The small waterfalls instantly turned into pitiful steam and then evaporated completely.
Ant nest.
The ant nest of the underworld.
The anthill in the other world is collapsing.
It fell down.
fall.
reverse.
In an inverted view.
With his head floating lightly, Chen Mo saw the queen ant in the center of the ant nest.
Countless worker and soldier ants fearlessly surrounded her, like a swirling snowball, orderly, selfless, and utterly loyal, clearing a path for her. The sight of charred flesh and the smell of it continuously stimulated her empty nerves.
The snowball kept rolling and getting burned.
Chen Mo had never felt his vision so sharp before. A smile played on her lips beneath her mask, and his pupils, which had been dilating, contracted like wheat awns.
The anthill of the brain is collapsing.
He felt as if ants were gnawing at his brain nerves.
Chen Mo wanted to roar, but he could only remain completely silent.
His tears had long since stopped flowing; instead, his eyes were filled with the steam of blood and despair.
The fire destroyed the green ant nest.
—Spring is burned in the tomb, and green ants burn fiercely.
The anthill never appears, and the anthill never disappears.
Bo Bing only felt a sense of reality when he was sitting in Yin Su's car. He declined the wrap party that evening, saying that he was tired and wanted to rest. They simply took a photo together and that was it.
Seeing that he looked unwell, Chen Hongpeng didn't force him to stay. He just told him to keep in touch and that he would send him the new script soon, so that he could do well in the fourth installment, "The Mouse Peeping at the Lamp".
"Why did you suddenly decide to do a cameo role in this?"
Bo Bing returned to the car, where Yin Su was already waiting, not even having removed his makeup or changed his clothes.
He frowned. "Aren't you going to change your clothes?"
Yin Su tilted his head and smiled, then gently tapped on the car window to signal.
He Jinlan opened the front and rear partitions of the car without looking to the side, focusing on driving as usual, while Sun Qiuping followed behind them in another car.
Bo Bing sensed a hint of danger. "Why are you raising the isolation barriers...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the other person skillfully placed him on the back seat, and long hair and a kiss landed on his cheek at the same time.
"Don't push your luck, Yin Su—"
Bo Bing used her knee to stop the other person's body from pressing down, and her left hand precisely gripped the other person's throat, but she still couldn't help but look at the other person's face.
"ruler?"
Yin Su smiled, but was not afraid of him. He calmly pressed down on the other's waist, which was preparing to launch a counterattack, and breathed softly, "Let me make it clear beforehand that close-range fighting will hurt my face."
The other hand moved down smoothly.
How about a kick?
Bo Bing thought.
Once the Capoeira is activated from this angle, Bo Bing is confident that he can compress the opponent's sternum and the roof of the car into deformed clay.
Or a backflip, a Thai knee strike, an armbar—he thought, as long as he avoided the face…
?
—At this moment, I was still thinking about avoiding the other person's face?
【Feixia】Start.
[Sensitive] Startup.
The emotionless, mechanical voice was like Alpha's punishment for his wavering will.
"Yin Su!"
Thin ice warned him.
"Ah."
The man lowered his center of gravity, smiled, and asked considerately, "Do you want me to raise the partition?"
Bo Bing saw a hint of pity in his eyes, and her heart began to ignite, gradually coalescing into an endless sea of fire.
Yin Su's demeanor changed drastically, revealing a darker side beneath his gentle exterior—like a beautiful ghost in a painted mask, with a drop of blood dripping from his brow. Then, in a moment of utter confidence, he tore away the overly beautiful and submissive skin, revealing his true demonic nature.
The moment he stared into those peach blossom eyes, Bo Bing saw his own bewildered state. The shimmering, sparkling water rippled outwards, completely seizing his thoughts. He felt the cold air in the car assaulting his body and began to shrink back involuntarily. He had never felt his reflexes so sharp, and the roar he couldn't utter turned into silence.
The person who started it was still admiring his own sculpture, thinking, "It's so beautiful."
Bo Bing felt as if ants were gnawing at his brain nerves.
Pain, numbness, or pleasure?
It's not just brain nerves.
The anthill of the brain is collapsing.
fall.
reverse.
In an inverted posture.
With her light, floating head, Bo Bing saw the voluptuous ghost feeding.
Tears streamed down his face.
It's just a drop in the bucket.
The boundless sea of fire could not be extinguished.
The anthill in the burning heart is collapsing.
—A withered tree comes back to life, lush and green.
He Jinlan was not surprised to see her well-dressed boss slowly open the car door, carry the unconscious black-haired youth out of the car, and Sun Qiuping next to him, like him, maintained a calm expression.
"Little Lord."
"boss."
The two bowed slightly.
Yin Su raised his hand to interrupt the two of them, his eyes darkening. "Find a doctor."
Only then did the two men realize that the young man's slightly exposed abdomen and face were covered with rose-colored lipstick marks—it was obvious who had left them. The two men remained silent and looked away, both of them inwardly sweating for their superior. After all, if the young man had really made a move, neither of them would have been able to stand there unscathed.
Bo Bing slept soundly until evening, but her head was throbbing with pain.
The fire in my heart feels real, burning my body...?
—This is a fever!
He opened his eyes and was lifted up in someone's arms. A glass of warm water was thoughtfully placed in his hand, and medicine was being fed to his mouth by the other person. He also had an IV drip in his hand.
The other person remained silent. Yin Su knelt down in front of the bed, grabbed his wrist, and coaxed him.
"Go ahead and curse me if you want, but don't hurt yourself."
[Yongquan] is activated.
[Finger Bone Enhancement] Activated.
[Bloody Hand] activated.
A cold mechanical sound rang out.
Bo Bing closed his eyes briefly, his voice hoarse. The fever reducer in his hand instantly turned into powder in his left hand, which he then dissolved in warm water and swallowed.
"I fucking want to beat you to death."