Do you deserve to tease me?

This time, he lost to me.

——Perhaps as gods, the opportunity for us to get to know each other is due to God's will.

Can be used as a confidant, as a bosom friend, as an enemy who is now turning against you.

The encounter between us can be said to be a never-ending evil relationship.

He lost.

Blood stains flowed down along with my sword body.

He just knelt in front of me like this, which was completely different from every time we met for the first time.

He stopped in front of Qing Zhuo, he prevented her from approaching me, and he also prevented me from approaching her.

That was the first time I saw him hate me so much.

Eyebrows, every inch of skin, including the blood dripping from him, the expression when he looked at me.

They are filled with hate for me.

What does he hate me for?

Hate me for being so reckless?Hate me for being so cruel?

Or hate me.

I hate that I clearly have no grudges or enmities with him, but I insist on turning against him.

I don't know the answer.

But sometimes what's the point of the answer?In the end, everything is done.

Whatever the reason.

When he was obsessed with love and refused to turn back, there was only this way between me and him.

I put the tip of the sword between his brows.

I asked him, "Do you admit your mistake?"

In fact, this is very unreasonable.

I know he did nothing wrong.

However, there are only seven emotions and six desires in life, and gods are also unavoidable.

So he also answered me: "I am not wrong."

I don't really want him to admit he was wrong.

With the sword in my hand and him in front of my eyes, my thoughts and thoughts began to sink.

Sometimes I want to let him go, but sometimes I want to double the torture.

I smiled and told him that I still remember that we were bosom friends.

After laughing, I feel that all memories are in vain.

So did he.

Because he looked at me and said coldly: "What do you want to do?"

— I was silent for a moment.

I retracted the sword, sheathing it.

I told him, "Immortals are not allowed to have personal affairs. If you want to save her, the easier it is to harm her."

Especially in front of me.

He didn't speak for a long time.

Then, he stood up from the ground.

He was dressed in white, but at the moment it was covered with crimson. He held the sword, but the sword was extremely clean.

Just like between me and him.

In the end, one person will sink into the abyss.

But that person should not be me, I am not obsessed with life's most useless love at all.

He said to me: "Let her go, I will go back to heaven with you."

No, that's not the answer I wanted to hear.

We looked at each other for a long time through the invisible wind.

I smiled and said, "You should say——you follow me."

He failed to read what I was insisting on.

Or I shouldn't have insisted.

But the words have come to this point, and when they are hastily exported, they can only be like this.

So he repeated: "You let her go, and I'll go with you."

These eight characters.

Almost every word hit hard into my cobweb-covered heart.

Even the long sword I sealed in the sheath began to cry.

After the scene ended, Fu Yanxu was called by the director to train his eyes.

The director was talking about the play seriously while eating CP.

The director said: "You have to know that you actually care about Xianjun very much. Apart from hating him now, you also feel at a loss, painful, sad, and helpless, because he is your husband... No, because He and you are a confidant, a bosom friend, you can talk about everything, you have fought side by side. He has seen countless scenery in the world side by side with you, and now he treats you like this, you neither understand the reason nor how to get back Origin, you are at a loss and hate him for being so decisive."

Fu Yanxu nodded again and again, with a serious expression.

The screenwriter next to him even took out two pieces of paper and started to take notes. After remembering, he sighed to the assistant director: "The director is the real screenwriter. What am I?"

The assistant director took it very seriously, and said, "What am I? I don't need to teach anything other than how to shout! There are gods."

They looked at each other for a while in sympathy and sympathy.

Then Xiang Musheng, who played the male lead, came over, and he whispered to me, "Let's chat?"

I gladly accept.

The two of us avoided a few staff members and went to the dressing room.

He sat on the sofa and I stood by the door.

I asked him what he wanted from me.

Xiang Musheng said: "The person Mr. Shen wants to praise is Zhuo Xicheng. I will interact with him on Weibo in a few days. Maybe he will follow Fu Yanxu's popularity in the next drama."

After listening, I asked a question from the bottom of my heart.

I asked, "How do you know what Fu Yanxu will play?"

Xiang Musheng frowned, and he said: "Mr. Shen said that as long as Fu Yanxu accepts the drama, he can put Zhuo Xicheng in the crew."

I couldn't help but sigh, Mr. Shen has been under my hands for so many years, and it seems that he has made a lot of money.

It has reached the point where you can praise whoever you want in the entertainment circle.

Does he look down on me.

Xiang Musheng continued: "And Mr. Shen asked me to continue to pay attention to Fu Yanxu's schedule. As long as he has activities or programs, Mr. Shen will take action to intercept him."

Well, it turns out that Mr. Shen is still an advanced filtering system.

I asked, "How do you want me to cooperate?"

Xiang Musheng said: "Please contact me more, we will plan, 36 plans, and then counter-measures, cover Chencang secretly, encircle Wei and save Zhao."

When I heard it, I said that your grandson read a lot about the art of war.

After hearing my praise, Xiang Musheng looked excited and was waiting for an answer.

I shook my head at him.

There were footsteps coming from outside, I listened for a while, and opened the door without saying a word.

Fu Yanxu came over and asked, "Why are you here?"

Xiang Musheng also came out of the dressing room.

Fu Yanxu looked at me, then at Xiang Musheng.

He asked me, "What are you doing?"

I say chat.

Xiang Musheng also nodded in agreement, he said that he and I have quite a common language.

Fu Yanxu looked at him silently.

A few seconds later, Fu Yanxu chuckled and said, "Is that so, I have more in common with him."

...?

Something seems wrong.

The author says:

#Is this the Shura field?Maybe#

#Nothing else is important, just say Xianjun NB#

#仙君与二公子, the love rival group is more addictive than the two parties' love (?)#