Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

The system looked at the data and said, "Huh": [One-sided relationship? Obviously...]

"Mingming what?" Bai Zhen frowned.

The system paused for a while, as if it was afraid of something, and immediately changed his mouth: [Nothing]

Bai Zhen naturally didn't believe its nonsense.

"This deity knows that you are in the same group as Jiuyuan's little bastard. But it doesn't matter. When this mission is over, the deity's seal is lifted and the mana is restored, and you will be taken away."

Counseling System: [...] What if it wants to change the host!

Bai Zhen didn't pay attention to the system anymore. Seeing that Xiao Ling didn't respond for a while, she called out, "Emperor Xiao?"

Xiao Ling came back to his senses, his jet-black eyes looked at her, and then he got up with a big movement, a touch of pink on his face, but his voice was as cold as ever.

"I don't know, you can ask the director."

After he finished speaking, he strode away, leaving only Bai Zhen with an indifferent back.

Bai Zhen sat there with a question mark on her face.

Is she blind?

He obviously blushed like that, how could he still treat her like this?

This guy is quite awkward...

Fifteen minutes later, it was the second kiss scene.

Before filming started, the director mysteriously approached Bai Zhen and asked pleasantly, "Chu Si, what did you say to Emperor Xiao? Not only did he not get emotional, he also took the initiative to ask me about the filming that followed, I didn't mention borrowing again, how did you do it?"

Bai Zhen rubbed her back molars: After making a cold face with her here, she went back to the director to ask for a kiss, thinking of taking advantage of her, this little bastard...

She found a random reason to prevaricate the director, and silently remembered Jiuyuan again in her heart.

Three minutes later, shooting began.

The location is still Baihualou.

The candlelight jumped in the room, and long shadows were cast on the paper windows.

Zhu Yi sat in front of the desk, threw the letter paper in his hand into the candlestick, and watched it burn to ashes little by little.

Without the frivolity and grace of the past, her eyes were slightly stagnant, and her complexion was slightly dignified.

This letter came from King Jing's mansion.

King Jing ordered her to return with Yun Lie's Xiangshang head in three days.

In the beginning, she did approach him deliberately with murderous intent.

She likes to tease him in front of everyone, to see how reserved and restrained he is.

She likes to stick to him all the time, using various methods to annoy him to the point of being devastated, not closing the door, seeing his expressionless face a little chapped, and her brows jumping with anger.

From the moment she knew he was the target, she never concealed her admiration for him.

Like she likes red.

She likes to be as enthusiastic and unrestrained as fire, and as gorgeous and stunning as thick ink and color.

So even the way she expresses her liking is direct and frank.

Even if the admiration is fake, the interest is real.

So everyone in Baihualou knows it.

The oiran Zhu Yi took a fancy to the famous General Yun Lie in Daxia.

Days go by.

Even Yun Lie's common officials could see Zhu Yi's thoughts, but Yun Lie was always like a dead wood, indifferent.

Zhu Yi had time to chase after him slowly.

But King Jing didn't have the patience to wait.

Since ancient times, the king has been defeated.

Rebellion is a great sin.

So every step has to be taken very carefully.

He couldn't wait any longer.

If the cloud is not removed, it will become a serious problem.

The candlelight was beaten twice by the night wind, and Zhu Yi came back to her senses, listening to the familiar footsteps from far to near, her fingernails deeply embedded in her palm, her complexion turning white.