After the cold cannon fodder became terminally ill, the whole family was panicked

[The situation is very serious this time.]

[We can't fight alone, we must win by numbers - except for Xiaoyou who is still filming, everyone else should come over quickly, and play a three-hero battle against Lu Bu. ]

Sheng Tianlang was typing in the group.

Lynn popped up immediately: [What's wrong? I'm still outside buying milk tea. ]

Sheng Tianlang scolded him: [Stop messing with your crappy milk tea. You said you would buy three cups for Miss Chu, but you had to drink two of them on the way.]

Sheng Tianlang: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]

The group was in an uproar instantly!

[Fuck, who is this person? He is so showy.]

[His windbreaker must be fake. I searched for a picture on Taobao and it only costs 200. They say it’s a Prada imitation. It’s definitely not real. Can it really steal our jobs?]

[Hold on, didn't Miss Chu want to find you to learn about the crew's situation? Stop talking nonsense, we'll be there in 20 minutes!]

Sheng Tianlang and Chu Yan were originally standing under the shade of a tree.

Henry Chu appeared like this.

The temperature is not cool.

Instead, it's chilly enough to make people break out in a cold sweat.

Chu Xuan was only 1.9 meters tall, and he exuded a sense of aloofness, with a frosty look on his face and a hint of arrogance.

When he looked over, it was just a quick glance.

Maybe it's because the feeling of oppression is too strong.

Sheng Tianlang's fur immediately stood on end like a wolf cub.

"Dude, what are you doing here?"

Henry Chu didn't bow his head either.

I rewarded him with two words.

"Who are you?"

The sound is neither salty nor bland.

But there is a kind of arrogance and coldness that can make people angry to death.

Sheng Tianlang was indeed very angry.

He is the East Suburb Little Green Tea, no, the East Suburb Little Sirius. Anyone who is in the same crew with him has to defend against three-pointers. Is there anyone who comes to the film and television base for the first time and doesn't take himself seriously?

Sheng Tianlang calmly praised himself: "I am a young actor, and I am here to film a big-budget ancient costume fairy tale. What kind of person are you?"

Finished a long list.

Look again.

Chu Xuan ignored him.

He just looked at Chu Yan indifferently: "Not leaving?"

Sheng Tianlang: Damn!

Chu Yan saw that he was so anxious that his eyes turned red, and comforted him:

"It's okay, that's just the way he is. He puts on airs to everyone, as if he's superior to them."

"Don't get along with him."

Henry Chu's eyelids twitched.

He ignored Chu Yan's words.

He looked at his watch and spoke slowly.

"Your mission will start in 15 minutes."

"——Can he go to that kind of place?"

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows.

Chu Xuan’s meaning was clear: ordinary people couldn’t get too close to strange creatures.

But after he said that, Sheng Tianlang immediately jumped up in anger.

"Brother, what do you mean? We are all competing fairly, but you still want to occupy Miss Chu alone. Your thinking is too feudal——"

The words have not yet fallen.

A gust of icy cold wind blew upward.

Sheng Tianlang took two steps back and was horrified to find that frost was forming on his eyelashes.

Come back to your senses.

Chu Xuan has actually left with his men!

And he is incredibly fast.

I can't catch up no matter what I do.

He had to shout behind Chu Yan: "Miss Chu, please be careful. Remember what I told you just now, there is something wrong with that crew——"

Then he quickly turned on his phone: "They are heading southeast, who's next? Hurry!"

On the trail of the film and television city.

Chu Xuan pressed his temple.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"fair play?"

Before Chu Yan could answer.

He is impatient:

"If you want to defeat me, you should focus on the Tao. If you indulge in such mundane things, how can you advance to the Grandmaster level?"

Chu Yan said "oh".

"I am playing my own game, it has nothing to do with you. Are you so eager to be defeated by my sword?"

Henry Chu: “…”

Because of the oath sworn by his inner demon, he couldn't touch Chu Yan at all.

He pursed his lips, his curve tense:

"I taught you sword skills, but I haven't seen you practice them."

Chu Yan was surprised:

"You installed a camera in my bedroom? If not, how would you know if I practiced or not?"

Henry Chu: "You are quite eloquent."

He stopped.

The black pupils just stared at Chu Yan.

"Have you practiced? Stretch out your hand."

Chu Yan rolled up his sleeves.

Chu Xuan stretched out two fingers.

The master's long, powerful fingers with distinct knuckles rested on Chu Yan's pale wrist with shallow veins.

At the moment of contact, Chu Yan felt as if the tip of a sword was gently scratching his wrist.

It aroused the sword intent in her whole body.

Under the guidance of the Grandmaster's true essence, Chu Yan entered the combat state without any warning. Her back suddenly tensed, and the sword disguised as a prop in the film and television studio hummed at the same time!

Chu Yan: [Chu Xuan is a pervert. If he can't win an argument, he uses his cultivation to suppress me! ]

System: [Woo wow, the host is good, Chu Xuan is bad! ]

Chu Xuan guessed what she was thinking.

Finally he showed his signature casual smile.

For some reason, everything about Chu Yan could easily affect his mood, whether it was in the car accident or later in the western suburbs.

It was not until this moment that he vaguely regained some sense of control.

Perhaps it was because Chu Yan’s vital point was held in his palm.

Chu Yan's wrist was much thinner than he had imagined, and his body temperature was colder than that of an ordinary person.

Chu Xuan was slightly scalded by the cold body temperature.

His expression changed slightly.

Immediately stop thinking about it and calmly change the subject.

"Your true essence is more than sufficient, but not condensed enough. Your foundation is not good enough for the late stage of the acquired realm."

Chu Yan resisted his pressure and said, "Then what should we do?"

Chu Xuan: "Practice swordplay with me at six o'clock every morning."

Chu Yan: "That's it?"

Henry Chu: "Take a medicinal bath every night."

Chu Yan: "No more?"

Henry Chu: "What else do you want?"

Chu Yan: "Okay, that's all for you."

Chu Yan activated the Taixuan Sutra.

The two people's true energy is still connected through the girl's fragile pulse.

The energy that was originally suppressed by Chu Xuan's sword intent was now running rapidly, stirring up Chu Yan's energy and blood.

As Chu Yan approached, a strange sweetness that was almost decadent came towards him.

next second.

Chu Xuan's pale earlobes were stained with crimson.

The blood color gradually climbed up Chu Xuan's face.

Everything was so fast that it was just his illusion.

Chu Yan sneered: "Master Chu, it's time to let go."

The palm that was holding Chu Yan loosened.

Wait until you come to your senses.

Chu Yan had already walked away.

for a long time.

Chu Xuan appeared again.

His brows furrowed: "What did you do?"

There was even a hint of nasality in his voice when he spoke.

The system is also curious: [Host, what did you do to him? ]

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows, looking a little nonchalant:

What did I do?

[The drop of blood in the pendant is almost gone. ]

[His madness is about to become uncontrollable.]

【That's his problem.】

【What does it have to do with me?】