The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

Su Ran naturally assumed that her grandmother was referring to the Bodhisattva statue enshrined at home.

After Grandma left, Little Butterfly timidly pressed against Su Ran's ear.

[Host, Grandma seems to be able to see me.]

Su Ran glanced at her grandmother getting into the car, then turned to Little Butterfly and smiled, "How could that be?"

But after saying that, she froze, a thought popping into her mind: How could it be impossible?

She looked up quickly, but the car her grandmother was in had already disappeared into the sea of ​​maple leaves.

When Grandma Su returned home, she lit three cigarettes, bowed to the porcelain Guanyin Bodhisattva statue in the niche, and kowtowed three times.

She said, "Thank you."

The Bodhisattva statue had a kind and benevolent expression, and its body was entirely porcelain white, except for a striking red dot between its eyebrows.

She gazed at the Bodhisattva for a long time without speaking, her expression serene, and said, "I can rest assured now."

The Bodhisattva remained silent. The sun was high in the sky, and the cigarette burned rapidly, as if in response to what Old Mrs. Su had said.

The story hidden here may never be known to anyone.

Inside the magnificent palace.

The dancer, dressed in pink, was slender and graceful. Her oval face was framed by a pair of beautiful, captivating eyes, as clear as a vast nebula. A perfect blush graced her cheeks, and her fair wrists were revealed as her dress fluttered in the breeze. Her beauty was as pure as snow.

Her jade-like feet, adorned with bells at the hem of her dress, dotted the carpet with blooming peonies, seemingly imbuing it with fragrance.

Everyone stared in disbelief, their eyes following the dancing figure. Some people were so engrossed in keeping their mouths open that they didn't even notice their drool dripping out.

The dance ended.

The dancer on stage composed herself, her alluring smile transforming into a cool and elegant demeanor, and asked the director, whose movements had frozen, "Is this enough?"

She wasn't performing the Heart-Eating Dance; it didn't have that much allure.

The dance teacher was specially hired by the production team to teach them.

Perhaps because of her background in the Heart-Eating Dance, she could perform difficult moves with ease, her calves could reach directly behind her head, and the dance teacher stood to the side with her hands clasped together, the light shining from her eyes.

This scene depicts Li Ruoxi receiving news that Bai Mu, intending to assassinate the emperor, has disguised himself as a guard and infiltrated the palace. However, the Imperial Guards have already secretly laid an ambush, intending to make Bai Mu reveal himself and trap him like a turtle in a jar.

In order to rescue Bai Mu, Li Ruoxi willingly allowed herself to be used by someone with ulterior motives, going to the palace to perform a dance and taking Bai Mu away under the guise of it.

Little did he know that the man had long planned to use Li Ruoxi's beauty to lull the emperor into a false sense of security, drug her, and send her to the emperor's bed.

"Su Ran, drink some hot water."

"Su Ran, sit down and rest."

"Su Ran, the heater is on here, come over here."

"Su Ran, I have a blanket here. Your clothes are too thin. Use this to cover yourself."

As soon as she came down, Su Ran was surrounded by a crowd.

It has to be said that sometimes having a good-looking face makes everything much easier.

"Thank you," Su Ran said.

Right now, she's just an extra, unlike Guiyin who has a van. She sits on a small stool watching the staff come and go, busy with their tasks.

The difference was that every person who walked past her would glance at her a few more times.

One in particular.

"Wen Yang, can you please stop hanging around in front of me?"

Back when it was Guiyin, Wenyang would specially serve tea and water, so they were considered acquaintances.

Wen Yang squatted down and asked, "I heard you're a friend of Guiyin?"

"Yes."

"Is that ghost voice as beautiful as you?"

"..." It's not just that they look good together, they're exactly the same.

"If you don't speak, then it must be true. I really want to see what Guiyin looks like without her mask. With something as good as the Fat-Condensing Pill, there probably won't be a single person with facial defects in China in the future," he muttered to himself.

He then looked at Su Ran and said, "Since you're a friend of Guiyin, I'll give you some protection on this set."

Ignoring Wen Yang's idiotic remarks, Su Ran got up to check the filming results. She had only gone halfway when she was blocked by someone.

She looked down at the man who was more than half a head shorter than her and raised an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong?"

"Ten million, and you'll be my woman." The man was determined to have her.

Su Ran almost burst out laughing.

A woman dressed in a flamboyant manner ran up behind the man. She glared at Su Ran with hostility, then put on a sweet smile, "Honey, you must be tired from visiting the set today. Shall we go back now?"

The man coldly brushed away the woman's hands that were wrapped around his arm.

"Who are you? I don't know you." Then, looking at Su Ran with deep affection, he said, "I fell in love with you at first sight. I may not have much else, but I have money. How can someone like you be a background actor on a film set? If you come with me, you can choose any leading lady you want!"

"Pfft." Su Ran smiled radiantly.

The man was completely captivated, staring at her intently, while the woman beside him looked on with even more wariness.

It's quite a coincidence, though; this woman looked familiar.

She is Li Yan, an artist signed by Yu Ran under Li Han's management.

I remember she used to be a sweet and cool hot girl, how come she's become a sexy style now?

"Sorry, I don't need ten million." She's very wealthy now.

The man stopped her, saying, "If you really don't need the money, why bother getting into the murky waters of the entertainment industry? These days, it's not fashionable for young girls to pretend to be innocent."

"Do you want me to spend ten million to buy you an urn?" Su Ran's beautiful face turned icy.

Hearing Su Ran's words and seeing her mocking him like that, the man felt a surge of anger. "You're just a dead extra! Do you really think you're worth anything? Don't you ask everyone here how many women like you ten million could buy!"

He roughly grabbed Su Ran's arm.

next moment.

It let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

A sickening cracking sound followed.

Su Ran withdrew her jade-like hand that had crushed his wrist, her eyes filled with frost and snow. "Sir, human trafficking is a crime punishable by imprisonment."

"You! You actually dared to hurt me! I'll beat you to death!!" The man clutched his wrist in pain, his face contorted in rage.

"stop!"

Wen Yang, who was the first to notice the situation, yelled and ran over from not far away.

Director Yu also noticed the situation and picked up the knife that was being used as a prop.

But as soon as they arrived, Su Ran had already taken him down.

She punched the man three times.

A punch landed on his chest, breaking several of his ribs.

A punch to the shoulder causes the shoulder bone to lose its grip and dissipate.

The final punch landed on the head, knocking the man unconscious, with a large bump swelling on his forehead.

Director Yu, who had just arrived, suddenly remembered the punch Su Ran had given him while he was lying in wait at the school, and his heart sank.

Su Ran grabbed the man by the foot, ready to drag him away, but seeing Director Yu and his group standing there motionless, she said, "Hurry up and help get rid of this old lecher."

Without thinking, Wen Yang blurted out, "Hiding a body?"

Su Ran: "Throw it where I can't see it."

Lu Xiaoyan screamed as she finally realized what was happening.

"Killing, killing!"