Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

With her company, Xuanqi easily erased those memories that should not be remembered.

After all, modifying memory is not an easy task for a psychic like Xuanqi, especially when the objects to be modified are a group of ordinary humans.

Because there were still several scenes to be filmed in the afternoon, and Xuanqi's presence was too strong, Luo Xi asked him to go back to the hotel first, while she read the afternoon's script in the dressing room.

This was her first time filming, and she found it a bit novel, but she didn't find it boring to read the script.

She was watching intently when she suddenly felt a shadow covering her head. She subconsciously turned around and saw Lu Ye standing behind her.

She looked up at the door, and Lu Ye immediately explained: "Sorry, did I scare you? The door is open."

"It's okay." Luo Xi smiled: "You didn't come to me to talk about this, did you?"

Lu Ye stood aside, his expression uncertain, as if he had something to say but didn't know where to begin. His lips moved slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word. Luo Qian noticed his hesitation and found it amusing. She raised her eyebrows deliberately, her tone teasing, "What's wrong, Mr. Lu? Are you feeling unwell? Just say it."

"No," Lu Ye's fingers tightened slightly, as if he had made a major decision in his heart. He finally spoke with courage: "Is he your boyfriend?"

"Yeah." Rosie answered lightly.

A look of surprise flashed across Lu Ye's face, as if he was caught off guard by her straightforwardness.

"One of my boyfriends..." Rosie added, a hint of teasing in her tone.

Lu Ye was stunned, his face full of shock and confusion: "What did you say?"

Just as the atmosphere was tense, Director Chen's voice came from a distance. He shouted with a loudspeaker: "Work is underway, work is underway, everyone return to your positions!"

Luo Xi glanced at Lu Ye, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said, "It means exactly what it says." Then she turned around, leaving Lu Ye with a chic back view.

Lu Ye stood there in a daze, his mind in a mess, but a helpless smile inexplicably welled up in his heart.

he looks like……

Too late.

……

The afternoon sun dappled the ground through the shadows of the trees as the crew worked feverishly on the set. This scene was a flashback for the male lead—he was surrounded by thugs in an alley, and the female lead, passing by, called the police to save him.

This scene was shot in an outdoor studio.

Rosie sat in the makeshift lounge area, flipping through the script, her fingers unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair. She had memorized the lines for this scene by heart, even rehearsing her movements in her head several times.

"All departments, get ready!" the stage manager shouted at the top of his voice.

Lu Ye stood aside, his gaze fixed on Luo Qian. He watched her diligently studying the script, his Adam's apple moving, and he finally walked towards Director Chen.

No one noticed their whispering. Director Chen nodded repeatedly to Lu Ye, and called screenwriter Liu Xiaoxiao to say a few words. Liu Xiaoxiao had a bitter face and nodded through gritted teeth.

Director Chen then walked to the center of the set and picked up his dedicated loudspeaker: "Attention everyone! Attention everyone! This scene is canceled. We're moving to the next set and filming the final scene!"

There was an uproar at the scene.

"Huh?" Luo Xi was stunned and almost dropped the script in her hand. "Why suddenly..."

The stagehand was also confused: "Director Chen, the props and scenery are all ready."

"Let's move on to the next scene," Director Chen waved his hand, his tone unquestionable, "Prepare the wedding scene first."

Rosie stood there, feeling something was odd.

She stared at the canceled scene in the script, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came over her. It was as if one night, she had really...

"What are you thinking about?" The makeup artist interrupted her thoughts, "Come and touch up your makeup, we're about to shoot the wedding scene."

Luo Qian came back to her senses, smiled and shook her head: "Nothing, maybe I've been watching too many online dramas lately. There are tons of these plots where the beauty saves the hero, just search for them."

The wedding scene was set in a sea of ​​roses, with the sponsor's chocolate brand logo cleverly integrated into the decoration. Rosie put on her white wedding dress and stood in front of the mirror, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

Lu Ye stood not far away in a neat suit, his eyes deep. He looked at Luo Qian in the mirror, a hint of bitterness flashing in his eyes.

On that rainy night, the boy in the alley and the girl who stood up seemed to have become memories washed away by time...

Then let him put an end to his memories in this way.

Lu Ye closed his eyes...

The afternoon sun is really dazzling.

"Okay! All units are ready..."

"Action!"

……

Within the towering, carved-beam and painted-roof temple of the Sky Empire, dozens of monks, clad in robes as pure as snow, stood erect in a circle. Their faces were serene, their eyes slightly closed, their hands raised flat before their chests. A sudden burst of supernatural light emanated from their palms. At first, it was a mere speck of light, like fireflies in the dark night, then it became like a raging mountain torrent, surging and roaring as it rushed towards a single point.

Where the light converged, there was a sacred object with an ancient shape and mysterious nature floating quietly. It was the Brahma Star Wheel, the national treasure of the Sky Empire.

Its entire body is engraved with complex and mysterious runes, like the tracks of ancient stars.

The eldest prince Jiusi stood on the high platform, his long silver-white hair fluttering in the wind, his purple eyes deep, and the look he gave Fanxinglun was unfathomable.

"Your Highness, a spatial rift is about to form," Elder Mo reported. His silver hair was soaked with sweat, and his face was slightly pale. "The power of the holy artifact can only conceal it for a moment. If Marshal Kyle discovers it, the consequences will be disastrous."

Ti Lung stood aside, gripping the sword at his waist, a weapon he had fought with for years. The gemstone on the hilt gleamed in the sunlight, as if echoing the inner turmoil of its master. He was tall, his black suit perfectly emphasizing his perfectly defined muscular form.

"General Dillon," Jiusi turned, his gaze piercing. "I'm about to enter seclusion and break through. The important task of finding the Holy Female is now entrusted to you. This mission is extremely dangerous, so you must proceed with caution."

"Please rest assured, Your Highness." Dillon said with a confident smile, "I have fought bravely on the battlefield for so many years, and I have never encountered a mission that I could not complete."

A spatial rift slowly unfolded before everyone, and waves of energy echoed from the pitch-black passage, like the breathing of an ancient beast. Several elderly monks could no longer hold on, blood oozing from their mouths, yet they gritted their teeth and persevered.

Elder Mo shouted, "Now! General Dillon!"

Dillon stretched his muscles, making a crisp sound.

He turned to look at Jiusi, a hint of teasing flashing in his golden eyes: "Your Highness, if I bring the Saint back, you must treat me to a glass of Bordeaux."

Jiusi laughed: "It's already this time, and you're still thinking about my treasures."

"Of course you are. You have quite a few good things in your wine cellar." Dillon laughed and walked towards the spatial rift. His golden hair gleamed in the light of his supernatural power, and his eyes were full of determination.

"I will definitely bring the Saint back!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared into the dark space passage...