Hearing the director's voice calling the card, everyone who was immersed in the scene was awakened.

Everyone looked at Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo with admiration, unexpected surprise.

I always thought she was a beautiful vase, but I never expected that her acting skills could be called bursting, vivid and wonderful.

Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo untied the Weiya belt on their bodies and walked towards everyone, the sadness on her face dissipated and was not affected by the role.

"Yes, keep it up."

Cheng Du was in a good mood, the gloom was swept away, and it was rare to say a word of praise to the two of them.

Many actors in the entertainment industry have taken on a role and a play. They are quick to enter the play but difficult to play. They are affected by the emotions of the characters and can't get out of the strange circle.

The screenwriter Xiaoxiao came over and stared at the man in front of him with bright eyes, like a hungry wolf seeing delicious tender meat.

"Sir, your acting skills are very good, do you consider coming to the entertainment industry for development? I have a hunch that you will become an instant hit."

Fu Shimo was wearing a clean and immaculate shirt, his posture was elegant and dusty, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. There was no fluctuation in his heart, and he politely refused.

"No, I have a job."

His aura is restrained, without any sharp and arrogant aura, but it makes people feel unattainable for no reason.

"Hey……"

Seeing that he really did not have the slightest bit of heartbeat, Xiaoxiao sighed and walked to the seat to sit down, unscrew the cap of the bottle and gulped a few sips of water.

After the screenwriter walked away, Lu Xun stepped forward, wiping the corners of his eyes with a tissue in his hand, "Baby A Xu, woo woo woo... You acted really well."

Hearing Lu Xun's voice choked, Yan Zhixu raised the corner of his mouth with a low laugh, "Brother Lu, your eyes will be swollen if you keep crying."

"Forehead……"

Lu Xun wiped away her tears for a while, trying her best to force the tears that hadn't flowed back into her eyes.

"..."

Seeing his appearance, Qu Linling and Chu Ran wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh out loud, their faces flushed.

Everyone rested for a while in the rest area, and there was no Fu Shimo behind. He went back to the dressing room and changed his costumes back to his original clothes.

Yan Zhixu sat on the reclining chair and let the makeup artist touch up the makeup on his flawless face.

"..."

She closed her eyes, and the picture of Fu Shimo standing against the wind in white clothes appeared in her mind, and her thoughts flew through time to see the vague figure of Master again.

The slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but I always feel that Dean Fu is very similar to Master.

Once the seeds of suspicion were planted, they quickly began to take root and sprout.

"Teacher Yan, it's alright."

The makeup artist's voice pulled Yan Zhixu back from her memory, took the mirror and checked her makeup, but she was not dissatisfied.

"Well, yes."

She stood up and straightened her dress before moving on to the next scene.

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Emperor Zun died, Chu Yingying returned to the realm of the gods, and carefully kept the corners of the clothes that were torn off from Emperor Zun's body, but she would look at it whenever she missed it.

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Xuanji, the princess of the God Realm, has reached a certain level, unable to break through, so she went down to the world to experience the calamity.

However, Chu Yingying discovered that there was a faint smell of Emperor Zun in the world of mortals, and left the gods without authorization, went to mortal and became an elder in Shushan, one of the cultivators, and was respected by others.

Years have passed, and there has been no progress in the search for the divine soul of the emperor. Eighteen years later, the Shushan Apprenticeship Conference is held every five years.