Where’s the little pink thing he wanted? Where is it? Did a dog eat it?
Tong Yan patted his chest with great enthusiasm and said with his eyebrows raised, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
And Bo Yimo nodded as if it was a matter of course, "Okay." He answered without any reluctance.
Director Wang: ...
Why is this group different from the others?
The character setup seems a bit strange?
Director Wang was very distressed, for the first ti questioning life.
Li Xin looked at Director Wang, who seed troubled, and sighed. She wondered if she should call Brother Feng later and tell him that she probably couldn’t continue being a permanent host for the "Wilderness Survival" show. Let him be ntally prepared; after all, she had already offended the director, how could she continue hosting?
She couldn’t.
After Director Wang introduced the rules, he let everyone proceed through the entrance. Each group had a different entrance, and the setup of the challenges would vary slightly.
The night was pitch black, the moon hung high in the night sky, and the silver moonlight shone through the sparse leaves, creating mottled spots on the ground. The sea breeze brushed past, rustling the leaves, adding a touch of horror.
Tong Yan and Bo Yimo’s group went in first. The others watched, especially the female artists, who took a deep breath and followed inside.
In the silence of the night, the sense of fear was amplified countless tis.
The two followed the signs forward, and it was very quiet around.
Compared to the initial awkwardness, the current silence seed natural and comfortable, perhaps because they had known each other for a long ti, or maybe because she liked him.
At this mont, a sinister voice suddenly sounded, "I’m here... to take your life..."
Saying this, a staff mber dressed in a long white robe with long hair slowly ca over, raising his head to reveal a deathly pale face, with blood-red lips, looking exceptionally scary.
Thinking the others would be terrified, filled with anticipation, just as he was about to speak, a foot ca flying, hitting him straight into the tree behind.
The staff mber was dumbfounded, wondering who he was and where he was.
Tong Yan seriously comnted, "The makeup’s too heavy, the hair’s too fake, and you’re too tall. Director Wang should put more effort into it. If you’re going to do it, do it realistically."
Staff mber: ...
Tong Hanzi, could you please react like a woman should!
He’s been squatting here for over half an hour, give him so respect!
Honestly, Director Wang, this can’t be done! You never ntioned there would be a life risk here!
Also, Director Wang, put more effort into it; with such a fail, how is he supposed to scare people?
The staff mber felt tired and said he wouldn’t love anymore.
After finishing her appraisal, Tong Yan turned around and sought approval from Bo Yimo, "What do you think?"
Bo Yimo smiled, his dark ink-like eyes full of warmth, "Anything you say is right."
Yes, yes, you both make sense.
The staff mber suffered a blow, his professionalism was attacked, and he was forcefully shown a display of affection, filled with pink fluffiness, and as a single dog, he died in spirit!
Seeing the despair on the staff mber’s face, Tong Yan, thinking it was soone’s job after all, decided to show respect. She imdiately feigned fear and hid behind Bo Yimo, saying in a terrified voice, "Ghost, it’s so scary, so frightening, Young Master Mo, save ..."
Staff mber: ...
Are they kidding him!
Having kicked him and then provided an appraisal, who has the right to call sothing scary!
Even if you’re pretending, could you at least pretend before you kick him? That would be more sincere.
Now calling it scary? Oh, co on!
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