Manga: The King’s Seat

"Well, what the boss said makes sense. We are not a scumbag, I will do it well." Brother Jie is really different from just now, and he keeps cheering on himself: I am not fighting alone, Ji Fei is with me, ah. , I'm not fighting alone...

"Boss, if Cricket is a soldier, the actors will not be able to stand on the stage. If they are together, they don't match up." Xiao An first looked at Li Yi carefully, gathered courage, and asked.

"Hehe, Xiao An’s problem is very good. I think so. You can make a giant sand table and dress the crickets. During the siege, the perspective is adopted. When the actors appear on the stage, the stage background also changes.... Pay attention to the changes in the environment, as long as it doesn't appear abrupt, just do..." Li Yi gestured, introducing the film knowledge he knew.

"Boss, what is a sand table?" Xiao Hai shook his head, not understanding what Li Yi said.

"Boss, what is the stage background?" Xiaofang obviously didn't understand.

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"Dizzy, don't ask, I'll join the crew too." Li Yi waved his hand to interrupt Xiaohai and the others one by one. It seemed that they couldn't be lazy.

The imperial capital is a big mansion adjacent to the imperial palace. It is rundown and old. It looks out of place surrounded by all kinds of luxury houses, but no one dares to make irresponsible remarks, even the imperial emperor.

Tonight, the owner of this house is receiving a special guest.

"Hehe, it's so interesting to help these little guys. Greenton, do you know about the Trojan War?" An elderly nobleman closed a thick book, took a sip of wine, and gave the opposite temperament. The strange young man asked.

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The old nobleman was exactly the old duke who once gave an old badge to the beggar gang equestrian Xiaoxin. What he just saw was the script of the Trojan War written by Li Yi.

The young man was handsome in appearance, slender, dressed in Chinese clothes, sitting there leisurely, and saw a knife beating happily in his right hand, radiating coldly, constantly polishing the long nails of his left ring finger. Hearing the question from the old nobleman, he did not look up, as if he was completely immersed in the manicure.

It’s no surprise that the old duke reacted to this young man named Glinton, speaking in the slow tone of the nobleman: "The Trojan War was caused by the fight for the most beautiful woman in the world, Helen. The Greek army led by Achilles attacked the city of Troy headed by Paris and Hector for ten years. This is a war triggered by love. I think if love is worth war for, then history There is no war greater than this."

Grinton suddenly raised his head and interrupted the old prince. His narrow eyes shot a sharp glow. He stared at the old prince and said in an unquestionable tone: "Helen may be beautiful, but she is definitely not the most beautiful."

The blood fell drop by drop along Glinton's long nails to the floor, and the sound of "Da, Da, Da..." echoed in the empty room.

The old prince met Glinton's gaze, speechless for a long time.

"Your Excellency, the back of your hand is bleeding." Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was depressed, the housekeeper was a little flustered, looked at the old master worriedly, and then reminded Greenton.

Glinton retracted his gaze and returned to his previous indifferent appearance.

Glinton pulled the knife from the back of his hand and read a few words lowly. A cloud of black smoke appeared out of thin air and landed on the injured back of his hand. The smoke rolled and the color gradually faded. When the smoke dissipated, the back of his hand was intact. ..

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