He turned out to be the emperor!
The cultivators who were still victorious just now were stunned, the bone-chilling cold flowed into their hearts along with the whole body's blood.
In fact, when they saw the huge silver dragon that seemed to cover the sky, many cultivators already had a bad feeling in their hearts like Shan Junqing.
Some low-level cultivators from the mortal world or loose cultivators are fine, but those high-level monks with sects know from the information handed down from the sect that the master of the heaven is a dragon.
And among these four worlds, only the Heavenly Emperor can be called a true dragon.
The Heavenly Emperor is in charge of the four realms and is the true Lord.
Including them, they are all within the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Emperor.
But just now, they actually wanted to besiege the Heavenly Emperor.
Some monks were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and even the majestic and high-spirited cultivators in the Mahayana period and the tribulation period had to kneel under Longwei.
Shan Junqing and Shan Huaiyu were treated in the same way as those low-level cultivators, they were all lying on the ground, spitting out blood.
Just now, Lin Ning'an did not kill them, but he pierced their dantian and lost his spiritual power. The reason why he was still alive was only supported by some of the foundation of his previous practice.
The excruciating pain in his body was nothing compared to the shock of knowing the truth.
Shan Huaiyu was younger and couldn't lift her head up because of the pressure of the real dragon. No matter how stormy the waves were in her heart, she could only lay on the ground and vomit blood.
Shan Junqing was able to reach such a high level in a short period of time. Naturally, he has an unparalleled perseverance. At this moment, even though he was in great pain, his eyes were still blood red. .
When the emperor was angry, his corpse floated thousands of miles.
This sentence has been passed down for a little longer. I only heard that when the demon world had not yet surrendered or even intended to murder the immortals in the heavenly world, the emperor of heaven personally went on an expedition and brought the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals to wash the entire demon world.
Later, when the demon world surrendered, all the four worlds bowed their heads and bowed their heads, and all the immortals in the heavenly world also came down to the Buddhist system.
But even after being happy for tens of thousands of years, they are still immortals.
Even if they came to this world of self-cultivation and suppressed their cultivation, they were incomparable to those in the world of self-cultivation.
After the celestial soldiers saluted, they stood up and looked down at their cultivators with a horrified gaze. They only waited for the order of the emperor to turn this place into a sea of blood.
The cultivators on the ground also found out what they were waiting for, and immediately kowtowed to the silver dragon in the sky to admit their mistakes.
Heavenly Emperor is benevolent, if they sincerely admit their mistakes, they may be spared.
Zhang Zirou was already stunned, and after she was at a loss, she noticed the gazes of those heavenly soldiers looking at the dead.
Are they all going to die here today!
No!
Can not!
She finally got rid of the mortal life, old age, sickness and death, and became an immortal cultivator...
At this moment, her eyes turned to the little silver dragon above that was swimming with her father.
It is said to be a silver dragon, but in fact it has no horns on its head and no claws on its belly.
Is that... the little dragon from before
Her eyes lit up, and she quickly restrained the turbulent infuriating qi in her body, stood up, and shouted frantically at the top.
"Shiheng!!! Shiheng!!!"
"I'm Arou, Shiheng!!"
The huge silver dragon stayed in the air, and a pair of eyes looked at the ground with majesty and coldness.
He landed again, and there was a man with a long jade body and a feather crown on the ground.
Zhang Zirou's eyes were full of hope, and she walked frantically and knelt at his feet.
"Shi Heng, do you still remember me? I am Ah Rou, I am your Ah Rou. After you left that day, I kept looking for you, and I gave birth to a child for you..."
The silver-white dragon also swooped down and landed on the ground, transforming into a girl with only a teenage appearance.
Just by looking at the same stunning appearance, you can tell her relationship with the Heavenly Emperor.
Zhang Zirou looked at her with a bit of enthusiasm, "You are my daughter, you are my daughter, right? Shiheng, this is our daughter, the daughter I gave birth to for you!!"
She pointed to Ji Yuzhen who knelt down on his knees and covered his chest with blood all over his mouth.
"It's him!! It was he who killed our daughter back then. At that time, I was just a mortal. I begged him to let our daughter live, Shiheng, I've been waiting for you for a hundred years, and you finally came back. Are you here to pick me up..."
Under her hopeful gaze, the emperor in white leaned over slightly and helped her up with his own hands.
"Arou, I had an accident that day and I lost my memory."
"Give me another ten days at that time, and I will be able to remember, welcome you back to the heaven, be my queen, and be the master of these four worlds with me."
Zhang Zirou's expression gradually became obsessed and pleasantly surprised, "Shi Heng..."
When she was about to lean over with some lingering affection, the Heavenly Emperor withdrew his hand.
A vacuuming spell to wash your hands clean.
"If it weren't for... you moved my daughter, everything you just said would have come true long ago."
God is benevolent, but not everyone can forgive.
He stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and in the midst of Zhang Zirou's unbelievable screams, he used his spiritual power to grab her and hang her in the air.
She screamed terribly, as if she had been peeled off a piece of flesh, and the surrounding monks dared not move, only listening to the shrill scream.
A jade-white dragon horn was slowly stripped from her body, and after going out, she couldn't wait to jump into the body of the real master.
After being stripped of the dragon horns, Zhang Zirou lost the shackles of his spiritual power and fell heavily on the ground, without the cultivation level given by the dragon horns. In an instant, wrinkles appeared on the tender face, and the black hair also turned into a messy head. gray hair.
The stolen time was eventually returned.
Ji Yuzhen on the side had no resistance at all, and was taken out of the dragon's horn like Zhang Zirou.
The two dragon horns returned to their positions, and the dragon energy of his father was reconciled by the side. Lin Ning'an turned into a little dragon again, flew in the sky and soared with a tender but unquestionable dragon roar.
Lin Shiheng hit her in the sky with dragon energy, until he saw that the flat dragon belly gave birth to dragon claws, and then slowly retracted his hand, and bound the people on the ground who had hurt his daughter in midair with spiritual power.
A cultivator of a sect with an elder in the tribulation period was half-kneeling on the ground, looking at this scene unwillingly, coughing out a mouthful of blood.
"Today, I don't know your Majesty's identity, and I have offended His Majesty. I implore Your Majesty not to kill them all."
Heavenly Emperor Yubai raised his eyebrows slightly, "What if the deity is to be killed?"
"Although Your Majesty controls the four worlds, you must not care about people's hearts in vain. If you kill someone for your own selfish pain today, it would be too much to spread the word..."
"Ah."
Lin Shiheng didn't move, just snorted lightly, and the cultivator who was still talking about the great truth had already been penetrated by spiritual power.
His body fell to the ground, already dead.
"When should the deity be afraid of people's words?"
He sneered, turned into his real body and flew into the air again.
"The deity's order is passed, and the practitioners in the cultivation world will kill the monsters, cut off their vitality, and offend the emperor. From today, all monsters will be moved out of the self-realm. Within ten thousand years, the Feishengtianmen will not be open to the cultivation world."
Before waiting for the cultivator below to react, the indifferent magnetic voice appeared in the ears of all cultivators.
"kill!"
The Celestial Soldiers who had followed the Heavenly Emperor on the battlefield of the Immortal Demons treated these cultivators with only the tribulation stage as easily as dealing with ants.
It only took a moment for the cultivators who were standing high above the butcher knife to fall to the ground.
There are also some cultivators who obviously have no ability to resist, but they are let go by the heavenly soldiers. All the heavenly soldiers ignore him as if they can't see him.
Immortals can see cause and effect in their eyes, and a cultivator who has been spared like this is a rare species that has never harmed a living being.
Treating this rare species, the immortals don't mind raising their hands.
It is precisely because of these surviving cultivators that those cultivators who did not participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition know what happened.
That day was a scene that many monks could not forget.
The whole sky seemed to be chopped off, and even the earth rumbled apart. There was a majestic spiritual force that separated humans from fairies. Humans went to the north, and fairies went to the south.
This apocalyptic shock did not harm the lives of living beings, but many people were frightened.
They didn't know what happened that day until they arrived at the Zongmen Grand Competition.
The cultivator offended the Heavenly Emperor and made the Heavenly Emperor furious. The entire cultivation world was divided into two halves, half of which were inhabited by monsters and the other half by cultivators.
Within 10,000 years, cultivators in the realm of self-cultivation cannot soar.
And the monsters who were once despised by them or even treated as living beings were assigned to the side with strong spiritual power. In the future, if there are animals and plants in the mortal world, they will also fly to the monster world and have nothing to do with their cultivation world. .
Those cultivators who killed monsters at will in the past have also experienced the feeling of a fish on a chopping board today.
It's just that it's useless to force the monsters too hard with regret now, so I can only devote myself to cultivation and hope that I can live to ten thousand years from now.
But in the end, the hope of soaring within ten thousand years was taken away. The cultivators gritted their teeth in hatred for those monks who angered the emperor, and worried that the emperor would still hold grudges in ten thousand years. They wrote down their names overnight and engraved them on the Tianzhu. It is used to express the determination of these people not to be accepted by the cultivation world.
It's just that no matter how much they do, for the emperor and princess who have returned to the heaven, they are too lazy to take another look.
Shan Junqing had already guessed the ending when Heavenly Emperor threw the four of them in the air without killing them.
He has always been smart and cruel, otherwise he would not have gone from a fatherless peasant son to a high-ranking court official, and then to an elder in the cultivation world.
From the point of view of the dead cultivators, the Heavenly Emperor was the only one who didn't kill the four of them, and let them go.
But he didn't know that the dead cultivator was the one that the Emperor of Heaven really let go.
In this world, death is not scary, what is scary is that life is worse than death.
Shan Junqing has already accepted his fate.
When he stabbed his wife's heart with a knife, he should have known that such a day would come.
His obsession is to become immortal.
But his wife is the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven.
As Lin Ning'an said, if he hadn't killed her, he would have become an immortal.
Shan Junqing couldn't tell what it was like to have his obsession broken by his own hands. He only knew that it was bitter, as if surrounded by bitterness.
His disciple, Shan Huaiyu, is almost insane.
This child who was taught by him to grow up, like him, has an obsession with becoming an immortal.
What they are most afraid of is not death, but the hope of becoming immortal with their own hands.
Shan Junqing guessed right, the reason why Lin Shiheng kept them was to deal with them with a punishment worse than death.
The fate of Zhang Zirou and his wife was quite simple. The Heavenly Emperor was in charge of the four realms, including the ghost realm of course.
They would be born in the mortal world as two deer, die shortly after their antlers were cut, then reincarnate and have their antlers cut off.
Death is not a single time for them, because they will not have the opportunity to drink Meng Po soup, and can only watch themselves die, come back to life, and die again with human memory sober again and again.
When death becomes reincarnation, no matter how painful it is, it is useless.
Shan Junqing and Shan Huaiyu were also sent to the mortal world.
There are immortal grass in the heaven, and if you eat it, you can live forever and live with the sky.
However, there are side effects. Cultivators with spiritual power cannot eat this immortal grass, nor immortals with immortal essence. Only mortals can eat it.
Just after eating, the lifespan will be long, but the body will not be immortal.
They will grow old like a normal human being, will suffer from illness, need whole grains, need sleep, and be able to feel pain, except for immortality, they are no different from ordinary humans.
As good as it may sound, even old age can make life easier with time.
But on their bodies, the curse of the Emperor of Heaven was placed on them.
No matter how long it has passed, no matter how long they desire, they are destined to be poor, they will not have more than enough money to eat a meal, and they will pass by countless knowledge, but they will never remember that knowledge in their minds.
The body has completely turned into a mortal, unable to practice spiritual power, unable to use martial arts, and even those memories of how to practice in the mind are blurred.
The only thing I remember is how powerful they were when they were in the cultivation world, and how eager they were to become immortals.
Two old men who were sick and unable to die had to walk around the world with crutches.
Because once they stop, the curse will make them unable to get the next meal at all, and even if their feet are bloodied, they will continue to walk.
Just one hundred years later, Shan Huaiyu went crazy.
Maybe going crazy is a good thing for him, Shan Junqing thought.
His eyes were numb, and his once handsome face was wrinkled and dirty.
Shan Junqing also wants to be a lunatic like Shan Huaiyu.
That way, the memories of those years wouldn't come to his mind.
The memory of the comprehension world is gradually blurred, but the memory of the mortal world is clearly visible.
He used to have a happy family.
The tender wife looked at him with love in her eyes.
Everyone envies him.
The official position is high, and the wife loves him.
But those were destroyed by his own hands.
Shan Junqing has a knife on his body.
Every time he wakes up from a nightmare, he acts like a self-abuse, inserting the knife into his heart and feeling the bone-piercing pain.
Was his wife the same way back then
He smiled wistfully and inserted the knife deeper.
He once thought he would never see his wife again, until once, when he was squatting by the wall begging with many beggars, Shan Junqing saw the woman with a bright smile.
One hundred years have passed, and she has grown up a bit. Looking at the age of seventeen or eighteen, her smile is still as pure as she remembered.
She had become a mortal, and she knew that she would have no chance, but Shan Junqing still couldn't hold back, dragged her disabled leg, moved carefully and tried to get close to Lin Ning'an, wanting to hear her voice.
Fortunately, his ears are still very sensitive.
Lin Ning'an was followed by a few guards. The head guard followed loyally behind him and reminded: "Princess, it's time for Your Highness to wake up, let's go back first."
Ever since the Heavenly Emperor and the eldest princess had an accident in the mortal world, the immortals who wanted to come to the mortal world to play have grown in their hearts. They did not care about cultivating spiritual power, and occasionally practiced their skills, so as to avoid the mortal tiger falling and Pingyang being bullied by dogs. .
Lin Ning'an also practiced, and it was not bad, but she was a princess. No matter how well she practiced, she still had to follow the guards when she went down to the mortal world. Even if there was any danger, it was enough for the guards to escort her back to the heavenly realm.
"Just play for a while, Daddy will take care of Yu'er."
Lin Ning'an hadn't come to the mortal world for a long time. Looking at the affairs around him, his eyes were full of novelty. He took a candied haws and put it in his mouth. After feeling the sweet and sour taste, he squinted his eyes with satisfaction.
"Buy this, I'll bring it to Daddy and Yu'er."
The guard hurriedly gave Yinliang and the hawker who sold candied haws to buy all the ice candied haws.
Shan Junqing looked at the smiling woman almost greedily.
She was still so attractive.
A hundred years of remorse made him subconsciously follow her every move.
Even if she knew that she was in a state of embarrassment, even if she knew that there would be a risk of being recognized, she still wanted to see her.
I want to say sorry to her.
Just as Shan Junqing was chasing after him, a man in white with a feather crown appeared in front of him. He was holding a child in his arms. He was five or six years old. The jade snow was cute, and he was wearing luxurious clothes. He frowned and looked at Lin Ning'an unhappily.
Lin Ning'an's happy expression just now calmed down, he smiled embarrassingly, and walked up to the two of them.
"Dad, why did you bring Yu'er down? Didn't you say he was too young to let him come?"
"I asked my grandfather to bring me here!"
Yu'er said with a serious face, "Mother always sneaks out to play by herself, and even lied to me that she was learning to handle government affairs. I will never trust you again."
"No, no, I didn't lie to Yu'er."
Lin Ning'an waved his hand awkwardly, "I'm really dealing with political affairs, but those government affairs are so boring, I just wanted to come down and play for a while while watching. Look, my mother even brought you candied haws."
"Liar, my mother said the same thing last time, but I went to the demon world to play for a whole day before I came back."
"Mother is here to see your Uncle Hu. He is too old and can't even eat meat. I see that he is pitiful, so I will visit him."
"Uncle Hu has been fasting for a long time, and he doesn't eat at all."
Lin Ning'an has been held in the palm of her hand since she was taken back to Heaven. She became more and more childish. She was blocked by her son and was speechless. Dad.
Lin Shiheng smiled and handed the grandson in his arms to his daughter.
"Don't always think about fooling Yu'er. Although he is young, he is of the blood of a true dragon. How could he be fooled easily like a mortal child?"
Lin Ning'an, who is also of true dragon blood but has been fooled countless times by his son:...
"Okay, okay, how old are you, and you still have such a child's temperament. Since you have come, let's play and go back today."
The family of three left happily, and the guards quickly followed behind, no one cared about the mortal beggar behind him.
Shan Junqing sat blankly on the ground, holding the crutches in his arms.
This is a locust tree branch, and after he picked it up, he kept it by his side and used it as a crutch.
Occasionally, I also think of how his wife made cakes with locust flowers and elm money to support him when he was poor.
No matter how painful the body is, no matter how the abdomen is turned upside down, as long as I hold this crutch, my heart will still be warm.
He persisted, and his wife still loved him.
Even if I hate him now, the cuteness is irresistible.
Just like Shan Junqing himself, he has not been crazy in the past 100 years, relying on his thoughts and love for his wife.
But just now, the child called her: Mother.
Is she married
It looks very happy.
Yes, her father is the Emperor of Heaven, and she has already entered the heavenly realm, so she is the princess of the heavenly realm. If she gets married, her husband must be an immortal.
Shan Junqing dumbly lowered his head and looked at the worn-out clothes on his body and the stench that he could smell from the tip of his nose, and blood gradually overflowed from his mouth.
Should have expected...
When he stabbed the knife into her heart, the love he thought was nothing.
But, why, my heart hurts so much.
****
Lin Shiheng, the Heavenly Emperor, worked hard for a few years at first, but when his grandson was born, he fell in love with the waves in all circles.
Lin Ning'an didn't believe in love at all now, but she wanted a child again, so Lin Shiheng urged her to study the Xiantian Emperor, go to Chaos and take one out, and then gave her own essence and blood.
He experienced this process himself, so his little grandson was born very smoothly.
It may be because of a genetic mutation that the little grandson is different from his own grandfather, Yinlongniang. He is a fire dragon.
Children brought out of chaos often have memories of chaos, but because they were born in chaos, those memories are often boring and uninteresting, so in addition to being able to understand words at birth, These children are no different from ordinary born children.
Fire Dragon Yu'er is a child who always likes to have a straight face.
His favorite thing to do is to review memorials.
That's right, it's a memorial that can only be reviewed by the Emperor of Heaven.
This is a very enterprising dragon.
Unlike her grandfather and mother who only wanted to go out every day, Yu'er's ambition was to be the Emperor of Heaven.
His ambition is destined to learn a lot.
Fortunately, there are quite a lot of immortal officials in the heavens, and they have been working on cultivating a qualified heavenly emperor.
Then, it was squeezed dry by the fire dragon with a very high comprehension.
At the age of 100, Yu'er finally grew into a boy.
The immortal officials expressed their congratulations on this, and finally did not have to stand in front of a white and tender dumpling less than half their height every time to report matters.
Yu'er was determined to be the Emperor of Heaven, so he was ready to compete with his mother.
He even made a long memorial, which was full of benefits if he became the Emperor of Heaven. All in all, he crushed his mother from all aspects.
Unexpectedly, before he presented the memorial to Grandpa Tiandi.
Grandpa abdicated for him.
And the mother, who has always said "Yes, I also want to be the emperor of heaven", is telling the maids to pack up the fairy palace and prepare to welcome the new emperor with a joyful face.
Wait, what about fair competition!
What kind of trouble is this look of impatiently throwing over the throne of Heavenly Emperor!
Before sitting in the position of Heavenly Emperor, Yu'er always felt that her mother was a fool and sweet, and she couldn't deceive him at all.
Until he found out that his mother lied to him that he wanted to be the emperor in order to make him competitive.
The succession ceremony of the new emperor went smoothly.
After all, neither the Xiantian Emperor nor the half-crown princess has any opinion, and although Xintiandi is young, his lethality is almost the same as that of his grandfather.
He is a good heavenly emperor who can make Xian feel at ease.
Yu'er has been diligently managing the heavens. Even though he sees his grandfather and mother playing around every day, his professionalism is still strong.
He is an enterprising dragon!
Another hundred years later, grandpa is leaving.
Not dying, just going to play around and not coming back.
My mother was very sad about this. After all, she was always favored by her grandfather. Even though she was hundreds of years old, she was still as carefree as a child.
Feather comforted her very seriously.
He always thought that his mother was a silly white sweet, but the past that his grandfather told him before he left let him know that his mother was a silly white sweet who had suffered a lot.
Yu'er used to be very strange, why her mother, who is a princess of the heavens, was developed such a temperament.
Shouldn't we cultivate excellence that belongs to the heirs
After knowing those past events, Yu'er will be clear.
For the grandfather, as long as the mother is healthy, it is fine.
She just needs to be happy and do the most dashing and happiest princess, and grandpa will naturally take care of the rest.
And now, it was him who fought.
Instead of grandpa, he will take good care of his mother, so that those sorrows and sorrows will never find her.
After saying goodbye, Lin Shiheng did not leave this world immediately, but really played around.
I have to say, this feeling of playing around the world and seeing the beauty of the world is really good.
It was not until he had played all five worlds that he left this world contentedly.
Vacation is really refreshing.
Standing in the white space, Lin Shiheng stretched out, blurring the emotions of this world.
"System, continue the mission."
****
When he opened his eyes again, there was a green curtain in front of him.
There is something hanging from his waist, and underneath is a group of people in ancient costumes holding various weapons, and a little further away, there are many modern people holding equipment.
Lin Shiheng squinted slightly, his brain quickly received the memory, and after the middle-aged man in the hat said the beginning, he immediately jumped off the curtain, swung his sword in his hand and started "fighting" with the group of people underground.
He was light in figure, dressed in white, and he played smoothly and with a full sense of beauty. After a piece of "corpse" fell on the ground, the director with a small trumpet called out with satisfaction.
"This filming was good. There were a few scenes that were not cut just now. Let's do it all over again, just as it was."
Lin Shiheng didn't say anything, and let the staff untie his waist, back to the top of the green curtain, and jumped down to "fight" again.
The director of the fighting scene expressed his satisfaction and announced that Lin Shiheng's scene was over after three consecutive shootings.
The little assistant on the side hurriedly came over and handed him a bottle of water when the staff unwrapped him, "Brother Shi, drink water."
Lin Shiheng took a few sips of water and put it back, moving his shoulders and asking, "Is there no role for me today?"
"No, brother Shi, do you want to go back to have a rest? I ordered takeout, and it will be there in a while."
Lin Shiheng nodded, and familiarly went into the cloakroom and changed out of the fairy-like clothes on his body.
Obviously, he is an actor.
What is being filmed now is an ancient costume fairy tale drama, in which he plays the male No. 3.
Although he is the third male lead, the character's character is very good. After this drama is released, he will suddenly become popular.
It's just that this explosion did not make him very happy for the original owner.
The original owner is currently a little transparent who no one knows, the kind that no one can recognize when walking on the street without wearing a mask.
And the reason why he was able to get an assistant, a nanny car, and a large single-person suite was because he was actually the illegitimate child of a wealthy family.
Although his father has no plans to recognize him, he is still his own flesh and blood. If he wants to go to the entertainment industry, then go, because it is a newcomer who does not have a good script to choose from? Then throw money and bring capital into the group.
In short, in addition to giving him an identity, the wealthy father did give him everything he could.
The original owner was also very happy until his play was broadcast.
He played really well. The third male is a gentle and elegant character who is full of poetry and books. As long as he wants to learn anything, he must learn to attract fans.
The original owner played the role alive.
Therefore, many fans poured into his Weibo, and more praise was piled on him. Coupled with the operation of the wealthy father, for a while, the limelight was the same.
But soon, along with the popularity, came the pain of being on camera with every word and deed.
Almost all the fans came for the role he played. When everyone called him, most of them called the character's name instead of his own name.
If it is other artists, they may not feel that there is anything. They are artists to make money to support their families. For money, they are just called the character's name. What's the matter.
But the original owner was not short of money, because he knew from a young age that he was an illegitimate child, and no matter how good his relationship with his father was, he could not call him a father in a dignified manner. His heart was full of inferiority.
He desperately wants to be a person everyone likes.
It's a pity that the role he plays is that he himself is not.
When those who paid attention to him for the character found that he was completely different from the character, not gentle, not well-read, and not having all the good qualities of that character, they were disappointed.
The more this disappointment is felt, the more painful the original owner is.
He desperately wanted to be in that role.
But he can learn that kind of temperament, learn that kind of demeanor, but he can't make himself the character itself.
Until the end, he did something crazy.
He fell in love with the artist who played his wife on the show.
To be precise, he thought he should fall in love with that artist.
If it's just love, it doesn't matter, but he thought that he should be with that artist and did something irreversible.
The artist has a husband and children, and she herself is not the kind of person who promises to do something for the sake of power. After rejecting the original owner, her child was kidnapped, and the kidnapping suspect was the original owner.
No one knew if he was crazy. Even in the face of the police's endless network, he insisted on calling the female artist and asking her to agree to marry him.
In order to stabilize him, the female artist agreed.
He thought that this would save the child, but when he was ecstatic to take the child into the car to find her, there was a car accident on the road, and the two died on the spot.
A family is shattered.
【Ding! This world quest: Guard Ren Qiaoqiao, a side quest, please let everyone think that you like to protect the object. 】
Ren Qiaoqiao is the female artist who innocently lost her child.
And her husband is still a friend of the original owner.
Lin Shiheng was a little surprised by this side quest, and let him guard it and let him express his love.
Is this encouraging him to pry into the corner
Doing this kind of thing, isn't the system afraid of being struck by lightning
After thinking for a few seconds, he narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly.
It turns out that this world, to play like this...
***
"Congratulations on finishing!!"
The cups touched each other, and the three handsome men and women drank the wine with a smile.
"Shi Heng, what are you going to do next? Are you still going to continue acting? My agent told me yesterday that Director Zhang is about to shoot a modern drama and is preparing to audition. Would you like to try it?"
Chen Hao said, took another sip of wine, his eyes full of envy, "You'll be fine, if you go, Director Zhang will definitely agree."
After all, in this money-oriented society, bringing money into the group itself is a kind of confidence.
"I'm not going, I have to slow down first."
Lin Shiheng gave a wry smile, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "I couldn't get out of this movie, so I have to see a psychiatrist."
Chen Hao was startled, and quickly looked at his friend with concern: "Fuck you, don't scare me, there was news the day before yesterday that a foreign star was too depressed when he was filming."
Ren Qiaoqiao, who was beside him, was also full of worries, but he quickly relaxed, "It shouldn't be a big deal, your character can be regarded as happy and happy, I also read the news, and the character I took on is depressed and can't come out. Just go to a psychiatrist and take a good look."
Although she is young, she is also a child star, and she has seen much more affairs in the entertainment industry than Chen Haolin Shiheng, the two newbies.
"I think so too."
Having said that, the wry smile on Lin Shiheng's mouth never fell, "I've been dreaming lately, dreaming that I am Yi Qing, and I'm afraid I'll go crazy if I don't finish it."
"Then why are you drinking? It's okay to stop drinking. It's better to get treatment earlier. It's not a good thing to be too deep in the drama."
Chen Hao and his four-year-old brother, of course, have a good relationship. As soon as he heard this, he couldn't drink anymore, so he got up and went outside to call an assistant to send Lin Shiheng off.
"Okay, I'll go first, and I'll come to congratulate you after your scenes are finished."
"Fuck you, you still have to come after filming."
Several people talked and laughed and watched Lin Shiheng get into the nanny car.
Unexpectedly, Lin Shiheng was never seen again until the crew was all finished.