"Stop." Dongfang Zi's voice was cold.

Tang Jing's footsteps froze in mid-air.

He turned around in a daze and looked at his cousin Dongfang Zihuo timidly.

"Cousin Zihuo, you called me, what's the matter!" Tang Jing said cautiously.

Dongfang Zi's eyes flashed.

"Tang Jing, what's the next scene!"

Tang Jing was relieved when he heard his cousin Dongfang Zihuo's words.

He also thought that his cousin Dongfang Zi was uncomfortable with him and wanted to beat him.

It turned out that it was just about asking about the next scene.

"The next scene is the wedding of a male demon lord and a female neon wedding." Tang Jing said with a smile, "Cousin Zihuo, you still have to change a set of clothes, wait a while, when the male demon lord and the female black neon worship hall, you still have to sit on it as a high hall......"

Dongfang Zihuo's face became more and more gloomy.

He didn't want to hear Tang Jing say anything that made him upset and irritable.

Without thinking, he suddenly reached out and directly clasped Tang Jing's neck.

Tang Jing didn't expect Dongfang Zihuo to suddenly pinch his throat, his face turned pale with fright, and he stretched out his hand, trying to pull away his cousin Dongfang Zihuo's fingers that were pinching his throat.

"Cough, cough ......" Tang Jing was pinched and coughed non-stop.

Dongfang Zi's eyes were cold and ruthless, and he looked at Tang Jing, whose face was pale, "I'm in a bad mood, don't mess with me." ”

Tang Jing knew his cousin Dongfang Zi's ruthless character.

Usually fashionable is good, just remember, don't annoy your cousin Dongfang Zihuo.

Tang Jing didn't know how he annoyed his cousin Dongfang Zihuo, but he knew that now, all he could do was keep nodding his head.

Dongfang Zihuo let go of the finger that was pinching Tang Jing.

Tang Jingru was granted amnesty.

He breathed hard in the fresh air.

"Cousin, I'm leaving." Tang Jing looked at his cousin Dongfang Zihuo with blank eyes.

He couldn't wait to leave, but he didn't dare to leave without the consent of his cousin Dongfang Zihuo.

Dongfang Zi said coldly: "Get out!" ”

Tang Jing turned around and ran away, worried that he was a step slower, and he was stopped by his cousin Dongfangzi.

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Tang Jing's face turned pale and ran to Ye Qinqin and Xuanyuan Yi.

"Ye Qinqin, Xuanyuan Yi, the next scene is the wedding of the male demon lord and the female neon neon wedding, you guys prepare well."

"Okay, I got it." Ye Qinqin nodded happily, his eyes were like water, bent into a crescent moon, and he looked at Song Yuyi beside him with a smile, "I will definitely prepare well." ”

Tang Jing shifted his inquiring gaze from Ye Qinqin's body to Xuanyuan Yi's body.

"Xuanyuan Yi, don't be too nervous, if there is anything you don't understand, I will tell you."

Song Yuyi's expression was indifferent, and the depths of his deep eyes were full of extremely joyful light, "Tang Jing, I don't need you to tell me about the etiquette of getting married." Also, where are you going to let the Demon Lord marry Neon. ”

Tang Jing stretched out his hand and pointed to the staff in front of him who were preparing the filming venue.

"The staff is preparing, and when some of the props that will be needed are ready, they can shoot." Tang Jing explained.

Song Yuyi followed the direction pointed by Tang Jing and looked at the props prepared by the staff.

I couldn't help frowning.

"Those props are too ugly and too bad, Tang Jing, replace them." Song Yuyi is picky.

Although it is just a scene where the demon lord played by him and the ink neon played by Ye Qinqin get married, he must also be gorgeous and noble, and he will not be full of inferior props as in front of him.

Tang Jing was dumbfounded, he looked at the props prepared by the staff, and argued, "Those props are already very good props." ”