ALL NOVEL Chapter 93
Bang!
The door to the studio was pushed open forcefully, and a sour smell of sweat came out from inside.
Cough cough cough...
The person who pushed the door let out a series of coughs, then looked at the scene in the room, stared and said:
"Peter, how long has it been since your mother messed with Frank? You're almost going moldy! Are you ready to rot with this house?"
The man who pushed the door was named Richard Taylor, a good friend of Peter Jackson, a film visual effects artist, and a native New Zealander.
"Damn it, don't bother me, I'm changing the script."Peter Jackson yelled dissatisfied
"To hell with that damn script, and that damn vampire, Harvey Weinstein, you gotta get out of this house, take a shower, go for a walk, I don't want to see you turn into a stinky pile Meat!"
As he spoke, Richard Taylor opened the curtains and pushed open the window, and fresh air rushed in.
He breathed a sigh of relief and could finally breathe normally.
After 24, he walked up to Peter Jackson and grabbed this The fat man's clothes said fiercely:"Let's go out immediately, right away."
Peter Jackson was startled by Richard Taylor, rubbed his messy hair, and said:"But, where should I go?"
"You can go shopping, go to the forest, go to the farm, as long as you don't stay in this damn house that already stinks!"
"Okay, okay, it's up to you, how about... go to the farm for a walk?"
"Yes, but before that, you have to take a shower, you stink worse than the old Boulogne cheese made by the French! (
PS: Old Boulogne is the smelliest cheese in the world. One scientist even had an electronic nose smell the cheese, and the device, which tests for urinary tract infections and tuberculosis, came back positive）
"Have it?"
Peter Jackson raised his arms and smelled his armpits doubtfully.
"vomit~！"
He almost vomited from his own smell
"Frank, I smell like a corpse that has been dead for a hundred days!"
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Huh~ha~!
Martin stood on the balcony of his country house, took a deep breath of fresh air, and stretched out happily.
"Wow, the air here is so sweet. The air in my hometown of Los Angeles is not fresh at all. You must wear a mask, otherwise you may get sick! Gordon on the side heard this and took a deep breath, then fell into deep doubt,"The air here is indeed fresh, but is it so exaggerated?"!"
"Come on, Gordon, let's go down and ride."
As he said this, Martin put his hands on the balcony railing and jumped directly from the balcony on the second floor.
Gordon was startled, and rushed to the balcony railing with an"ouch" and looked down.
He saw only himself. His employer was already standing firmly on the ground, waving to him with a smile.
So agile?
Gordon jumped down with doubts, and landed firmly in front of Martin.
"good!"
Martin praised, turned around and walked towards the stables on the farm.
The moment Martin turned around, Gordon immediately grinned and breathed in silently, Damn, you just landed and didn't roll forward to cushion. Your ankles and knees were too weird. It hurts!!!
When they came to the stables, Martin chose a pure white Arabian horse, while Gordon chose a brown mixed-breed filly. According to the groom who manages the stable, this brown horse The filly is more docile
"Hey, Gordon, are you okay?"
Martin looked at Gordon's awkward way of getting on the horse and couldn't help laughing.
Gordon had a grimace on his face and didn't dare to talk to distract him for fear of accidentally falling off.
He had never ridden a horse before.
It was hard to get on the horse. Back, Gordon looked at Martin, imitating his posture and lightly shaking the reins, and the little mare started to trot.
Not to mention, it felt pretty good!
"Gordon, come on, run like a girl! Hahaha!"
As he spoke, Martin knocked the horse's belly with both feet, and the splendid Arabian horse under his crotch suddenly flew out like an arrow from the string and started running at high speed.
"Martin, wait, wait for me, be careful and stay safe!"
Gordon wanted to follow anxiously, but the little mare he was riding was a little too docile. No matter how much he urged it, it could only trot.
By the time he ran a few hundred meters away, Martin had already run around the racecourse. After a circle, there is an extra pair of bows and arrows in my hand.
This is a compound bow - the bow is slender, the gears are sophisticated, and it looks like a mechanical technology.
"Gordon, you're too slow. I'm going out hunting, so you ride slowly here!"
As he spoke, Martin urged the horse and galloped away.
Now Gordon was a little anxious. While calling Martin, he kicked the little mare desperately on his crotch, and then - the good-tempered little mare also went crazy. , he kicked and knocked Gordon down.
When he got up, Martin was gone.
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"Peter, Peter, why are you in a daze again? Please, since you are out to relax, don’t think about the script. Relax, you need to relax, do you understand?"
"I know, I know, wasn't I just relaxing?"
"Farke, were you relaxing just now? What are you relaxing, your brain?"
"No, my bladder, I'm going to pee!"
As he spoke, Peter Jackson ran towards the river not far away.
"Farke, why are you running so far away? I won’t peek!"Richard Taylor muttered and turned on the small radio hanging on his belt.
"Sizzling, sizzling, the sudden fire at the Auckland Zoo the day before yesterday has been extinguished, but please note that residents - two African cheetahs and a Western Australian crocodile were lost during the evacuation of the animals in the zoo. If any residents find out, Please call the reporting hotline in time:*********Note: These four animals are extremely aggressive and are allowed to be killed if in danger!" (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
"There shouldn't be any zoo for these damn alien species."Richard Taylor.
New Zealand is a special island country. Due to its isolated terrain, there are no dangerous animals such as crocodiles, bears, wolves, scorpions and snakes on the island.
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