"I am God's will."

After saying the most arrogant words in the calmest tone, she slowly stood up.

Philippe Lesu, the director of photography who personally shot the second camera, relied on his excellent professional standards to subconsciously adjust the focus and give Yang Mi a full-body close-up.

After saying this, Gong Er slowly stood up, looked around, and slowly raised his hands.

Left hand, make a fist.

The right hand is the palm.

The right hand was placed on top of the left hand, making a fist gesture.

The ancient ritual of holding fists: covering the left palm with the right fist and hugging each other, which means "brave does not cause chaos" and "force does not violate the prohibition". Also explained: the left palm is for writing, the right fist is for martial arts, learn both civil and military skills, be modest, eager to seek knowledge, and wait for the teacher.

Friends, seniors give me advice.

It is for the left hand to press the right hand.

Salute from all directions.

But Gong Er's right hand pressing his left hand at this moment has only one meaning.

give obituary notice.

Who is the mourner?

Silent, silent.

Without saying a word.

Then, he walked straight towards the door of the waiting room.

Camera No. 4 fixed at the door of the waiting room.

Yang Mi walked all the way into the picture frame, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and striding like a meteor.

The extras who reacted quickly followed.

When you arrive at the door...

"Bang!"

Slap the doorframe with both palms!

The reputation is like thunder!

The double doors opened in response, and the dull wind sound like two cannonballs made people think that the door panels were about to fly out.

Then, she walked out without looking back.

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"..."

"..."

The whole place was completely silent, and the crowd was completely silent.
Chapter completed!