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Squirt.

The muffled sound hidden under the skin made a heavy sound of air, and the wound patch dyed dark red bit by bit, then suddenly loosened. The stinging pain that followed began to slowly tear open the wound, swarming up like a tide, piled up on the chest, exploding unreasonably.

Andrew still didn't give up.

He gritted his teeth tightly and frowned tightly. His muscles were tensed to the extreme, as if a round bow was stretched, as if he had just added a little more force to completely break it. The precarious tremor made his eyes condense, and a terrifying ruthlessness and determination burst out from deep in his eyes, truly showing the madness of breaking more than tiles.

But the tight muscles are completely losing control of the attack. Not to mention 280 strikes or 140 strikes, it is a mess, with no rules and no skills. It is simply a random knock by a layman, and even the most basic sense of rhythm has disappeared.

Andrew still didn't give up.

He burst into a stubbornness of hitting the south wall and not turning back. The red silk in his eyes outlined a violent and primitive smell of blood, which made people shudder.

He was hitting, he was hitting frantically until the pain burst out completely, and his entire right hand was so stiff that it could not be waved, just like a heavy rain pear blossom needle stuck on the back of his hand. His eyes finally couldn't help but close them tightly and withdrew his right hand. The piercing pain made his jaw tremble slightly.

He didn't say anything, but just closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, raised his head slightly, letting the drumsticks leave the tiger's mouth of his right hand, and stagnated in mid-air, as if waiting for the pain to slowly fade away.

The entire practice room was silent, everyone held their breath, and even their fingers were afraid that a little slight movement might break the tranquility of the scene - or they were worried that they might detonate the mine and become the target of the madman's vent.

In the midst of silence, Rooney noticed Renli's right hand.

He was controlling and enduring with all his might. The muscles from his arms to shoulders were tightened to the extreme. You could even see blue veins protruding, as if blood vessels could burst at any time; but even so, you could still see his fingertips trembling slightly, and extreme pain was slowly eroding his willpower.

The blood was not visible because the blood was hidden under the band patch, but the biting pain was fully revealed in the tense muscles. Even the bystanders couldn't help but frowned and dared not look directly.

In front of everyone, Andrew lowered his head and slowly tore open the band sticker.

With the gentle movements, the pupils spread out bit by bit and bloomed in an instant. The extreme pain surged exponentially at this moment, even making the bystanders grin, unable to help but start to grin, and "hiss".

Damien seemed restless and eager to try, and couldn't help it. He wanted to step forward with an impulse and grabbed the camera to shoot close-ups. These pictures were too real and too exciting, which coincided with the style of the whole movie. He could even depict the finished picture projected onto the big screen in his mind, and every detail was so vivid.

But Damien still suppressed his impulse.

Because he knew that the current state of madness is absolutely hard to come by, for actors and directors, the same is true for missed shots can be made later, which is also the biggest advantage of the movie; but once the missed state is broken, it may never be found again.

He needs to be calm.

In the professional part of filming, Damien was always able to calm down. No matter how impatient, urgent or excited he was, he could still keep it steady.

Andrew tore open the band patch, his pupils had completely spread. He could even hear a giggling collision when he was gripping his teeth, but he still did not retreat. Instead, a cold and excited burst out from the depths of his eyes. The crazy crazy thing that was invasive was revealed in an instant, but disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had happened just now, just an illusion of the bystander.

This flash of illusion made people start to shivering. The scene of the twin little girl appearing in the "Shirting".

Andrew pursed his lips gently, and a simple action revealed the scent of bloodthirsty. Then, he pulled out a band patch again and attached it to the wound again; another band patch doubled the enlarged wound, and the entire tiger's mouth was soaked with dark red viscous blood.

After finishing the bandage, Andrew raised his head again and clamped the drumsticks.

He needs to break through, he needs to control, he needs to relax.

But this was really not an easy task. Inexplicably, an Asian boy with black hair and yellow skin began to appear in his mind. He was lying quietly on the snow-white hospital bed.

In one blink, the boy seemed to be bound by a white bandage, like a mummy, unable to move; in another blink, the boy returned to his normal state, lay quietly flat, sleeping like a sleeping beauty; in another blink, he opened his eyes and entered the boy's body by himself.

He tried to sit up, but then he found that he was imprisoned in this body. No matter how hard he struggled, his body did not react at all. Even his fingers and toes were completely stiff. The only thing he could swing was his head. He reluctantly raised his bulky head, but he couldn't even see his toes.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale, and repeat the breathing movements repeatedly - not deep breathing, but breathing, breathing that returns to normal rhythm, and gradually calm your brain down. Then, all the inexplicable scenes disappeared and returned to the real world again.

His eyes fell on the slam.

I recalled Buddy Ricky's performance again, and gently confirmed the rhythm with my jaw, relaxed my muscles as much as possible, and then... started hitting again.

Sweat dripped down his nose, and hot sweat beads hung on his eyelashes, but he didn't care at all. He stared at the duck, and began to shake his wrist at low amplitude and high frequency, touching the duck with drumsticks lightly. The clear sound flowed out like a ding dong spring water.

The wrist frequency is still increased rapidly.

But the stiff muscles were not in control. They speeded up a little, and their wrists and forearms began to shake, and the entire amplitude began to increase uncontrollably. The feeling of distress and depression was as if they were imprisoned in the young man's body, and they became stronger and tighter, so tight that they were almost breathless. If they did not resist, they might be suffocated to death.

Even if he used all his strength, even if he struggled like a madman, his limbs and torso were still unable to move. He was frustrated, angry, annoyed and sad. All the negative emotions were accumulated together and erupted in the form of a volcanic eruption, so that his soul began to tremble slightly.

Struggle. Get rid of it, fight.

Involuntarily, his stubbornness and paranoia began to drive all his muscles to resist with all their might. In order to tear open the constraints of his body and spirit, he waved his limbs like a madman, fighting to the end with all his blood. All control, all concentration, and all energy have become messy and completely lost the structure.

The eyes gradually became stiff, and with a terrifying look, they locked the hanging crack in front of them. The cruel and ruthless force that never ended, wishing to swallow the hanging crack directly.

"Bangbang, Bangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang."

The rhythm has been completely unbalanced, with no frame or structure. If jazz is an elegant waltz, then Andrew's current performance has evolved into a boxing match with blood. The relationship between him and the drums is no longer a dance partner, but the two sides confronting each other, and there is absolutely no possibility of stopping before the winner is decided.

He did not close his eyes, but never closed his eyes, but just widened his eyes, and the strong murderous aura rolled deep in the eyes. A sharp aura flashed by, just like a demon spreading his wings and casting a shadow, completely wrapping Andrew tightly. The evil paranoia flashed by again, drowned in the violent storm.

There is no rhythm, no melody, no rules, no rules.

Andrew blindly knocked on the hanging crack, and could not even see a finishing point. The crazy temperament spread in the narrow space. The heart of every bystander contracted, and an urge to escape in his heart. He just wanted to stay away from this demon, fearing that his steps would be slower and his life would be lost.

But what is even more terrifying is that their footsteps were nailed to the spot and could not move. Even their fingers and chests had completely calmed down, without any sound. This strange silence and tranquility became even more strange and terrifying in the sound of the slamming sound of the demons dancing around.

"Card!"

Damien couldn't help it after all and shouted, but he immediately found that the sound was stuck in his throat and could not be made at all. It was like a mosquito screaming, completely submerged in the layers of hanging sounds. Before he had time to breathe, he was severely cut off his breath and then he was wiped out.

Damien was stunned and stared at Lanli in a daze:

He didn't stop, he still didn't stop. The violent rage burst out with a kind of tragic and tragic nature of moths flying into the flames, and it seemed that he was clearly seeing him burning his life and shining with light.

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