Wang Zhuo pointed at the three actors who dared not move, and almost said to Duobao, you are so beautiful, it would be a pity if you don't act. The words rolled around on his tongue twice and then he swallowed them back. Wang Zhuo was afraid of too much.
Bao couldn't stand this kind of joke, and in Wang Zhuo's heart, Duo Bao had become his private collection and was not allowed to be accessed by outsiders.
Duobao nodded vigorously and said, "How about it? My brother will be the leading actor, and I will find hundreds of beautiful women to serve him."
The smile on Wang Zhuo's face froze halfway, "I might as well say it."
Duobao said seriously: "What are you talking about? A few hundred are not enough? How about a thousand?"
"You should forget it now! If you act recklessly again, I will punish you by kneeling down and licking me at night."
Duobao covered his mouth and said with a horrified look on his face: "Lick on your knees? Is it okay to lick while lying down? Kneeling will cause red marks on people's knees."
Wang Zhuo covered Duobao's mouth, grabbed her hand and tried to leave.
They took a step forward, and a group of people took a step back in panic.
Only then did Wang Zhuo realize that he and Duobao were probably in an apartment of a small square meter. He turned around and saw a black plastic bag next to the ladyboy. Wang Zhuo stepped forward and the ladyboy hurriedly covered his chest.
Resisting the urge to complain, Wang Zhuo threw the Okamoto Durex out of the plastic bag at will, opened the plastic bag and said to everyone present: "Take out your cell phones and cameras and put them inside."
Baldhead observed for a while and saw that Wang Zhuo and Duobao didn't seem to have any offensive power. Although he was wondering why two strangers appeared on the set, when he heard Wang Zhuo's words, he couldn't help but roared: "Asshole! Do you know that we are filming?
**Film?”
Wang Zhuo was stunned, "What does this have to do with anything?"
The bald middle-aged man turned around and shouted to the recorder behind him: "Don't let them in yet!"
The recorder, a young man in his twenties, ran out in a hurry.
In less than five minutes, three shirtless men with dragon and tiger tattoos came in cursing. The leader among them was as thin as a donkey whip, with a deep scar on his face. When he saw Wang Zhuo, he said nothing.
To raise a pistol, pull the trigger.
"Fuck, is the Japanese underworld so fierce?" Before Wang Zhuo could finish his words, he appeared behind the thin man like a ghost and slashed his neck directly with a knife.
But before Wang Zhuo returned, he was either fighting zombies or fighting monks, and he couldn't control his strength for a while.
With the knife in hand, the thin man's head and a small section of his cervical vertebra were happily separated from his body, and flew in front of the actress with her legs spread wide, with a ferocious look on her face!
The whole room was quiet for a moment. As the actress and the shemale fainted, the bald man let out a scream that was sharper than a woman, triggering the element of fear in everyone's minds, and they all screamed and wanted to run away.
But Duobao was already smiling and leaning against the only door that could go out.
"Don't make any noise!"
Wang Zhuo shouted, opened the plastic bag and said, "Hand over everything that can be used to take pictures." After that, he looked up to see if there was any surveillance in the room.
After getting all the mobile phones and cameras in hand, and putting the pistol dropped by the thin man who was beheaded on the scene into his storage bag, Wang Zhuo walked to the bald man who was shaking all over and vomiting all kinds of filth, squatted down and asked: "
What does shooting** mean?”
The bald man wanted to stay away from Wang Zhuo, but he didn't have any strength in his body. He covered his neck and said in a trembling voice: "No...it's not interesting. Please don't kill me."
Duobao said: "He may mean that they are breaking the law. Brother Zhuo, let's go."
Wang Zhuo looked at Duobao, then raised a plastic bag and slapped his bald head and said: "How dare you break the law so violently? I call you awesome, I call you **!"
…
It is already night on the streets of Shinjuku.
Neon lights and street lights decorated this modern city into daylight. Wang Zhuo and Duobao were wandering around the streets.
"Brother, are you going to spend two days in Japan or go back to China?" Duobao held a marshmallow in his hand and almost stuffed it into his face. His cute movements and charming face made him turn heads.
Of course, there are certain reasons for the way they dress.
Before going to Jisai Country, it was obviously around the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, but I didn’t expect that after staying in Jisai Country for ten days and returning to Earth, tomorrow would be New Year’s Day, and the new year was about to arrive.
At this time, the sky was slightly covered with snowflakes. Wang Zhuo was wearing a baggy and ill-fitting suit with bare feet. There was still a little blood on his body that had just spurted out from the thin man's neck. Duobao was a little better than Wang Zhuo, compared to other fashions on the street.
Girl, Duobao is like suddenly arriving at the fashion show in Paris, France from the poorest mountainous area. It has no highlights and can only be ridiculed.
Wang Zhuo messed up Duobao's short hair and said, "Find a way and go back directly. I don't like this country or its people very much."
Duobao smiled brightly and said, "Okay."
While they were talking, the two of them had arrived at a slightly secluded street, and seven young people with hair dyed in various colors and punk styles walked towards them.
As their shoulders crossed, one of the green ones suddenly glanced at Duobao, who had been burying his face in the marshmallow for a long time before coming out to take a breath.
"Huh? She's a beauty!"
Wang Zhuo looked back at the non-mainstream people, frowned and said, "They don't speak Japanese."
Several non-mainstream people saw Wang Zhuo looking at them, whistling and surrounding them. Lu Mao smiled arrogantly and said to Duobao: "Sister, raise your head and let me take a closer look."
Wang Zhuo listened carefully and felt that Lu Mao was speaking Chinese, but he was not sure. He asked Duobao: "Still don't understand? Are they speaking Japanese dialect?"
"He's from the Northeast?" Lu Mao glanced at Wang Zhuo up and down, and when he saw Wang Zhuo stepping on the snow with his bare feet, he couldn't help laughing and said, "It turns out he's a rag picker, Qingyang, he's from your hometown."
The young man named Qingyang is very handsome, with short hair dyed golden, and with obsidian earrings, he looks like a Korean star.
Hearing Lu Mao's cry, Qingyang looked arrogant and said: "What kind of JB fellow will embarrass the Chinese people and the Northeastern people."
"Is this also possible?"
Wang Zhuo touched his chin helplessly. Before the non-mainstream people could react, he walked up to Qing Yan in two steps and slapped Qing Yang away.
The other six non-mainstream people watched helplessly as Qingyang strode out two to three meters away, his little white teeth mixed with fresh blood flying all over the floor.
Wang Zhuo rubbed his wrist and smiled: "Is there anyone who can speak human language?"
"Grass mud horse!" Lu Mao shouted, took out a tactical folding saber from his waistband, and stabbed Wang Zhuo.
Several other people finally reacted and rushed over shouting and cursing.
Wang Zhuo still had the time to turn around and smile at Duobao: "It seems that no one can speak human language."
Although he was smiling, Duobao clearly saw endless violence and blood in Wang Zhuo's eyes. Or was there hunger?