The movie continues.

The audience was almost suffocated by the knife.

Qixiao cried, her makeup was all stained, she was out of breath, and she only regretted that she had run out of toilet paper.

Brother Shan almost chewed the straw of the drink cup.

"This is not a sword-inseparable thing. This means that Lan Gui will lose half of his own life..."

Comrade Lao Yun's directing techniques are too spicy, he grasps people's hearts and hits everyone's pain point accurately.

When the light of hope came, he tore open the light again, injected the strongest darkness, and repeatedly piled it on the wound.

When the pain is almost numb, warmth comes again.

After ten years of hard work and hardship, Lan Gui finally regained his power and became the true lord of the Northern Kingdom.

He put on armor and went on a personal expedition, working with Buli and Muqing to open up territories, quell civil strife, and conquer all directions.

There is finally peace in the Northern Kingdom.

He...should have been a wise king.

But everything he encountered in his childhood had made this emperor cruel, suspicious, and sinister to the extreme.

After cutting off the heads of all his enemies and disobedient people, he set his sights on his own territory.

He cut off the head of his mentor, the old prime minister.

In the heavy snow, the young emperor held the knife carelessly, his blood-stained face smiling as before:

"There is only one rule in the North, and that is my rule!"

He treats people's hearts as playthings and tramples them to the extreme.

He was Langui, the lord of the Northern Kingdom. He endured humiliation for ten years and became emperor in one day.

But in the end, he turned into the person he hated the most.

Brother Shan looked at Lan Gui on the screen and subconsciously looked for Bo Yibai's location.

It's numb, everyone else is really numb...

The tyrant Lan Gui is really terrible!

Then in the next scene, all the audience's pupils shrank.

Lan Gui's blood-stained hands held Fu Bi's porcelain-white face, and wiped the blood on 'his' face bit by bit, as if he wanted to stain the other person's body with his own sins.

Gentle and cruel, there is only possession and madness like a demon in those eyes.

"hiss--"

Brother Shan shuddered and found that the others around him had the same reaction as him.

Qixiao whispered in a low voice, "Lan Gui won't have such thoughts about Buli, right?"

The rhythm of the movie is intensive and fast, and the explosive scenes make all the viewers worried.

After the incident of Dang Langui's affair with himself and the adultery between someone and the queen was exposed, many people started to scold him.

"Damn! What kind of crazy comment is this!"

"Cuckold yourself?"

"I...Gan! Lan Gui, this dog, really wants me to leave!!"

On the screen, after Empress Sun was taken away.

Lan Gui pressed Bu Li's throat and dragged him to the couch, like a ferocious beast, biting and grinding Bu Li's lips.

"Ali, you have to remember!"

"You are a slave!"

"My slave! A slave that belongs to me alone forever and ever!"

…

The audience went crazy.

“This, this, this…this is what I can pay to see??”

"Damn! I'm crazy, crazy! Lan Gui Bu Li, so this is what Lan Gui Bu Li is like?!"

“Yun Zhishan is awesome!!”

Before the audience could go crazy for too long, more exciting plots unfolded crazily.

Jifang, Buli's concubine, came to the palace to plead for mercy, but because she liked Buli, she angered Lan and returned.

"Is this concubine a gift from me? Ah... there seems to be such a thing."

"How does a eunuch have sex with a concubine?"

Leaving the park.

Lan Gui kissed the sick Buju in front of Ji Fang.

Crush all of Fu Li's dignity, use power to build a cage and trap Fu Li under himself.

And in front of Fu Li, he personally twisted off Ji Fang's head.

on the screen.

Lan Gui's madness is intertwined with Bu Li's repressed hatred.

Everyone looked at the screen in shock.

Qixiao swallowed subconsciously and looked at the two overlapping figures on the screen.

Crazy love and strong hatred are intertwined, and this sex scene between a tyrant and his favorite shocked everyone.

Lan Gui was bewitched by Buli.

He threatened Bu Li with Mu Qing's life.

He said to Buli: "Hate me no matter what!"

The low and crazy breathing sounded in everyone's ears, and the camera focused on Fu Li's face, which was as numb as a dead person.

It is obvious that the ears of those who are panting and burning are soft and their cheeks are hot.

But when the audience saw the inseparable eyes, they only felt the terror and fear as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

The two different experiences of ambiguity and fear appear clearly and miraculously intertwined, making all viewers secrete dopamine crazily.

Stimulate!

What kind of acting is this!!!

Everyone has forgotten that Bo Yibai is Langui, and Jiangjiu is Buli!

They only see the characters themselves.

They see...

Bu Li tilted his head and looked at the body of the girl Ji Fang.

The pair of glazed brown eyes that should have been bright and untainted by the pollution of the world were stained with shadows, covered with fog, and became fragmented and mottled.

Just this look.

Let all the audience feel immersed...

It was like my heart was breaking, and there was an auditory hallucination-like breaking sound in my ears.

There is something that dies completely inside the heart...

…

In the snow hut, Buli met with Mu Qing.

They looked at the people who were being forced into bondage, and the frost and snow covered their voices.

…

In Li Garden, Bu Li took the initiative to invite Lan Gui.

'He' put down his struggle, fed himself to the tiger, and surrendered to Lan Gui's body.

Desire and emotion cannot be distinguished clearly.

Love and hate are indistinguishable.

Qixiao and others unconsciously prayed in their hearts: That's it...

It would be better to just let these two people hate each other and stay entangled like this.

Don't torture them anymore, and don't separate these two people again...

on the screen.

In the dark night, Mu Qing stood outside the courtyard, drawing the string of his bow.
To be continued...