Rebirth of the National Male God

As soon as Ace came in, he asked, "How are you?" He paused for half a second, before he could answer, and then said, "If it hurts, stop today's work and shoot tomorrow."

James winked at Sihuang, indicating that Ace, who pursued perfection and efficiency, could say this. Sihuang's ability is really great.

Si Huang did not respond to James' wink, but looked at the little girl Ace, and found that there were still tears on her face, and the red and swollen eyes did not disappear. The blood stains on her face should be painted with special effects.

"No problem, it's been dealt with." Si Huang nodded to Ace, then looked at Yu Ling, "The rest of the makeup is left to you."

"En!" Yu Ling nodded.

Hearing what she said, everyone didn't persuade, and gave her the room.

The special effect makeup this time did not take too long, Qin Fan stood aside and watched quietly throughout the whole process, seeing Si Huang in Yu Ling's hands, with a perfect and stern face accompanied by dark red eye shadow and various modifications, There was a cold, evil charm emanating from his bones, and he couldn't help but look at her twice.

It's not that there are high-powered makeup artists in the army, who specialize in serving some spies and agents, and it's no problem to change people's faces.

Qin Fan also saw such talent in this girl.

The two foreign men and women who brought the props saw it, and they also praised Yu Ling's make-up skills, and then gave Sihuang a forehead.

This is the spiral goat horn of the devil in ancient European mythology. The bottom is dark and the top gradually becomes transparent. The transition from pitch black to transparent is like darkness to light.

In order not to hurt Sihuang's skin, everyone's movements were very meticulous, until they put on the props for Sihuang, and then carefully observed if there were any mistakes, but they were so amazed by the 'person' presented in the mirror.

"My God! You will definitely cause an Asian trend. I didn't realize before that the Orientals are so...so..." The western woman stammered at the end and couldn't find a suitable adjective.

"Okay." Her male partner patted her and told her that the work was not done yet, "Don't forget you still have wings."

"Well, I can't wait to see the final result!" The woman's eyes were full of excitement.

According to the character design, the demon played by Si Huang is the strongest demon god. The twelve wings are at least ten meters long. It is impossible for props to be so large, but for the sake of realism and excellent post-production, they are nearly two meters large.

I don't know that the black feathers are made of ten-meter material. They look matte and dark, and have a bit of a metallic sharpness. The whole goes well with Sihuang's plastic surgery.

When everything is ready, it is almost a child's work.

The two staff members helped her hold the props of the wings, like two loyal servants willing to serve her.

At this moment, the shooting location just happened to finish shooting the part of Ace, and with the continuous ups and downs of exclamation, everyone looked in the direction Sihuang came from.

Compared with a group of other people who haven't seen many outstanding Asian stars, Louis has done a good job of building up his mind, so when he saw Si Huang appearing in such a costume, he was stunned for a second, and shouted, "I'm still there." Xiao Ming's staff reminded: "Don't move the props up yet!"

"Oh!" The trainees immediately followed suit.

"And you all, lie down!"

"Sihuang, you...cough, I won't say more, you play according to your own feelings."

Everyone moved very quickly. The extras who played the angels of battle before were lying on the ground one by one. Even if they were pretending to be dead, it was not enough to just lie down, they had to lie down in different postures.

Dilapidated flags flutter in the wind, broken swords are pierced into the land or the angels of death, the angels who should be spotless, at this moment, one by one, they are like dilapidated dolls that have lost their breath, and open their eyes. Without resting his eyes, in the empty eyes, blood-red tears slipped from the corners of the eyes, dripping down the jaw, and dripping onto the desolate land.

On the pile of corpses, the only person standing was Si Huang.

She didn't need anyone's reminder, as soon as she came on stage, she seemed to have changed her soul, becoming the real demon god who slaughtered all in the play.

She held a pitch-black magic sword in her hand, and her scarlet cloak fell straight to the ground, as if it blended with the red-stained land, making people feel that the cloak is so thick red, perhaps the dye is the blood of countless living beings.

Tsk——

No one expected that the quiet Demon God would suddenly swing his sword.

This sword pierced into the body at one's feet.

I don't know if I was frightened or felt something, the one whose clothes were punctured trembled violently.

This scene was captured by the camera, but everyone's attention was still on Sihuang.

In the silent atmosphere, even the air seemed to be tinged with chill.

An indescribable pressure and heaviness oppressed everyone's heart.

Without exaggerated movements or words, it rendered the feeling that Louis wanted most, as if an epic scroll was presented before his eyes.

"OK!" accompanied by Louis snapped his fingers.

Everyone felt as if they were alive again, a little relaxed and a little lost, and they didn't want to experience that kind of pressure anymore but couldn't stop thinking about the follow-up development.

"Brother, you scared me!" Lying on the ground, the mass actor whose clothes were pierced by Si Huang's sword jumped up and shouted at Si Huang.

Si Huang smiled apologetically, "Sorry."

Although she knew that she had mastered the position and strength, it was impossible to really hurt this person, but after all, if she didn't say hello to the other person in advance, if her mental quality was not strong enough, or if she had a stronger temper, she might get angry now.

It's just that as soon as she enters the role, she will do a series of actions according to the feelings she understands. Even if she has considered many issues, she cannot deny that she is arbitrarily asserting herself.

"Cough!" The handsome guy from the West coughed, but he felt embarrassed, "It's nothing, forget it, it's not a big deal!"

With gentle eyes, Si Huang nodded to him.

Instead, it made the other party blush.

This scene fell into the eyes of other people, and it became a small point of entertainment for the public, but it spread to each other in just a few seconds, and there was a burst of laughter in the venue.

"Sihuang, there is one last match, how do you feel about finding it?" Louis walked to Sihuang's side and asked.

Si Huang thought about it, and said what was in his heart, "I want to interpret it according to my own understanding."

"What do you mean?" Louis asked in surprise.

Si Huang said: "According to the information given by Metis, what I want to show in the last scene is selflessness and no regrets for love."

Louis also knew about the auxiliary information given to Sihuang, "Probably so."