Senior Superstar

After such a long period of hard work, as the platform where Li Shixin first made his fortune, the number of followers of Li Shixin on Dou Shou and Weibo has both broken through the three million mark.

And on Biz.com, with the end of the serialization of the first episode of "The Rabbit", as a newcomer UP, Xin Ye also won nearly a million fans.

Although the premiere preview was released at noon, the activity of fans on the three platforms was already very high at this time.

fighters.

Following Li Shixin's update, fans clicked on the latest video content after a burst of "Ye Qinghui" noise.

Just when the video started, it was a shot of a camera looking up;

Gray clouds and fog blocked the noon sun, and the drowsy sky made it hard to breathe. If it weren't for the wisps of gray smoke flying in front of the camera, it would seem that the whole picture would freeze.

This is a perspective of a person looking up at the sky.

Huh. Huh. Uh. Huh.

A burst of heavy breathing constituted the only voice-over.

Immediately afterwards, the perspective began to move down, skipping the quaint cornices, skipping the brocade with tassels hanging on the shop front, and landed on the chaotic street.

Finally, it landed on a blond, blue-eyed foreigner in a suit kneeling on the ground.

As the angle of view settled, it was like pouring out the water flowing into the ears, and the voices other than breathing gradually became clearer.

"Don't! please!"

"Men practice Yihe boxing, women practice red-light lighting! Cut down telephone poles, tore up train tracks! Burn Maozilou, destroy the Christianity! Kill the foreign devils, and then make trouble with the Qing Dynasty! Knife!"

puff!

A cloud of red liquid stained the corner of the screen red.

"Ah! Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

The off-screen breathing became quickened.

"God, God, spare me! The goods are scumbags, and the people are from the Qing Dynasty! I throw them all away, I throw them all away!"

"Is this so? With a cross, you still say you're from the Qing Dynasty? I think you're clearly an asshole!"

"I got a cold last year, and my mother-in-law invited me from the temple! I don't know what it is, I don't believe in foreign religions, I don't believe in foreign religions!"

"I didn't say you believed in foreign religions. You don't know what this thing is. How do you know it's something from foreign religions?"

"What are you talking about with this Ermao Fei? Knife!"

"Wait! How can our Yihequan kill innocent people indiscriminately? If you are a religious person, you will know when you go to the altar! Come on, open the altar!"

"Open the altar!"

A few men with red turbans on their heads took out a few pieces of yellow talisman paper from their pockets, lit them with a torch, and threw them in front of the fat man kneeling on the ground shivering.

"Paper ashes ascend to the sky, spiritual powers ascend to immortality! Paper ashes do not stand, heads fall to the ground!"

"God, what does this mean?"

"Look, if the talisman ash floats into the sky, it means that the gods of the Qing Dynasty recognize you! If it doesn't float into the sky, it means that you are a second-haired boy of the Western religion!"

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Hearing this explanation, the sweaty fat man hurriedly blew a few breaths on the ground, "God, get up! Look, get up!"

The ashes of the burnt talisman rose up with the fat man blowing a few breaths of fairy air.

But just when the fat man's eyes widened and he was inexplicably surprised, the paper dust flying in the air was swept up by a breeze and rushed back to the ground.

"What the hell are you talking about with a fucking bastard?"

puff.

"ah!"

On the chaotic street, there was another blush.

The video just started, and the high energy in the screen stunned the netizens!

"Damn it, that part of the fat man made my neck shrink! What kind of fairy verification method is this? Can a piece of paper ashes see a ball?"

"Uh, I feel sorry for Fatty for two seconds."

"Xin Ye's drama is too high-powered, this first episode just makes my scalp tingle."

"I don't read much. In my impression, didn't the Boxers resist the colonial invaders? What the hell is this?"

"It feels a bit fake, and it doesn't match the Boxer Regiment in my impression."

"In front, this is not a conflict. You have to look at things from multiple perspectives. The Boxers did make great contributions to resisting colonial aggression and paid a lot of sacrifices. They did use big knives and spears to fight against the foreign guns of the invaders. The guns have fought their lives and guarded the mountains and rivers of the motherland. But please don’t forget, after all, this is a group of individuals with very low education and gathered by superstition.”

"The little sister in front is right. Facing the aggression of the foreign devils, the Boxers fought bravely, but objectively, they have also caused serious damage to China since the 1860s. Destroyed railways, demolished electric lights, and eliminated all advanced production at that time. Information and compatriots of different beliefs. The cleansing of foreign religious people in China and the wrongful killing of people at that time are also recorded in the annals of history.”

"If you have to define Yihequan, it can be roughly said that this is a group of ignorant patriots. There is no problem with the performance in this paragraph. Judging from the two paragraphs of burning incense ash to identify whether they are foreign religious people and the execution slogan, the script It’s obvious that they checked the information and worked hard. It’s very real.”

"I don't quite believe that Boxing Boxing is a righteous man, my three views from watching movies since I was a child"

"There is nothing to subvert the three views. Any loosely organized movement launched by the public will be accompanied by ignorance and abuse of power. Just look at your brother who is robbing Nikes across the ocean and smashing white ghosts."

"Be careful upstairs!"

"Hush, watch a show, watch a show!"

While the comments in the interactive area surged, the plot of "Ling" continued;

Amid the more rapid breathing, the screen shook violently;

"Bitch! You don't think foreigners' money is dirty!"

"How dare you harbor foreigners, I think you guys are also dudes!"

As the big foot wrapped in leggings retracted, the scene finally moved from the close shot to the middle shot.

It was in front of a theater.

The owner of the angle of view just now, a man of indeterminate age is kneeling in the center of the screen. Trembling all over, he lowered his head, not daring to look at the boxers standing in front of him, and also remained silent.

Next to him was a group of troupe members, old and young. Some wore shabby gowns and looked like musicians. Some were ignorant, apparently frightened children—most of them had peed in their pants, but they didn't dare to cry.

What's more, it's an actor who is still wearing a costume and has a face on his face.

In the place closest to the gate of the theater, a pale old man with braided hair bowed his head with a duang sound.

"God, I'm wronged! We're a lowly performer, and we inherited things from our ancestors, so we dare not have anything to do with foreigners!"

"Then why do foreigners see us coming and run to your theater? Why don't they go somewhere else?"

"They are all customers who often come to listen to the opera, maybe it's a good thing."

"Foreign devils like to play?"

"Those..." the old man turned his head, looked at the corpses lying on the ground, and shrank his neck: "They come here often."

Seeing the appearance of the old man, a red turban holding a torch laughed: "When I was in our hometown, I saw you group of singers pretending to be women on the stage during the day, and pretending to be rabbit sons under the old man's bed at night. Really he Mom is a lowly thing, and she keeps talking about the things of the ancestors, the toys that foreigners like, and it is not a good thing. Today, I will kill the people and burn you things that make fun of foreigners!"

With a click, the torch was thrown into the theater building without any hassle.

"No! No way!"

Seeing the torches burning the door curtain in the theater building, the old man jumped on it like crazy.

The fists and feet of the annoyed boxers followed suit.

Amidst the old man's pain and begging for mercy, the fire gradually intensified, and the signboard of Huihui Building fell down with the sound of crackling beans.

Looking at the theater engulfed by the fire, the old man with tears on his face mixed with blood didn't understand.

"When someone sings, someone listens to the opera. When the opera singer opens the stage, who cares who is sitting under the stage? What's wrong with the opera? What's wrong with the opera?"

As another torch was thrown into the theater, the boxer, who had lost his temper, left.

The red flames reflected the bewildered and bitter face of the old class leader.

The fire was getting brighter and brighter, and the bitterness on that face was getting deeper and deeper. Thousands of bitterness gathered at the end, but condensed into a smile.

"Hahaha,"

His eyes were crying and his mouth was smiling.

"Swords, guns, swords and halberds are all in place, and five-color flags are raised in the air"

"Ren Er searches for Ren Erqi, sits firmly in Mianshan and never leaves!"

puff.

After singing a song, a mouthful of blood spurted out far away.

The old troupe master fell down along with the theater building that had been engulfed by the fire.

At this point in the video, the interactive area was quiet.

From the falling of the plaque in the theater building, to the last two-minute long shot of the old man vomiting blood and falling to the ground after singing "Burning Mianshan".

In these two minutes, a desperate person who was powerless in the face of fate was brought to life!

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Received cheers worth 321112 points!

On the set, Li Shixin, who had just finished unloading his clothes and washed his face, heard a whisper.

aha?

Li Shixin, who was wiping his face with a towel, froze.

Less than ten minutes after the first episode was released, I'm afraid most people haven't finished watching it yet, but the leeks contributed such an equivalent amount?

Two lines of excited tears rolled down Li Shixin's dripping face in an instant.

Oh shit.

After so long, the old man can finally experience the feeling of flying.

Silently, he turned on the phone, watched the frantically scrolling comments in the interactive comment area, and clenched his fists.

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Please continue, don't stop, don't stop!