You two should sleep together.

Perhaps she could simply copy it entirely, could strive to imitate Jiang Zeyu’s performance, but then what would be the point of her participating in this show? She was here to learn, after all.

Her first scene with Xu Yue was disappointing; both the director and the screenwriter were dissatisfied, saying there was no chemistry. Watching the two, people felt awkward, as if they hadn’t even entered their roles.

The passionate affection was imperceptible, for the performance had to avoid being too deliberate, yet still needed to evoke a sense of ambiguity.

They were like plastic sisters, with no atmosphere between them at all.

“You two will sleep together tonight, try to get in sync,” the director demanded.

“What?” she replied.

“Two girls, what’s there to be afraid of? You’re just unfamiliar with each other. Besides, Qu Wan, you…”

“No one is allowed to follow me, or I will kill them,” Murong Yaoyao said coldly. In the past half month, she hadn’t shown a single pleasant expression. No wonder people in the martial world called her an ice beauty—it was truly fitting.

Hearing this, Guang Yi smiled and said, “Not bad, your determination is admirable.” Then he turned to Xiao Xiaozi and instructed, “Tomorrow, send a disciple to find Yue Xun. Yue Xun will teach him first, and then he can teach the others.” Xiao Xiaozi nodded in agreement.

Yuan Shu felt uncertain; though he had sent out the army, he was simply muddling through, indulging himself while he was still alive. He locked himself in the harem, drinking wine by day and reveling every night.

Han was completely silenced by Chang Meng’s words, unable to find any reason to refute him. What Chang Meng said made sense in today’s society: without money, you have no freedom, for you must work.

Liu Ze watched Taishi Ci, who was smoked like the Kitchen God, and laughed, “Meeting Zi Yi by chance allowed us to accomplish this great feat. Yuan Shao’s supply lines have been destroyed, so he will surely retreat. Zi Yi, set an ambush along the main route and seize the opportunity to take Yuan Shao’s life.” Taishi Ci responded and departed.

Among the ministers in court, every one of them wanted the princess to marry their son. The empress had been searching for a suitable candidate, and after finally settling on Chang Weilin, Bai Jianli ruined it. The emperor was also displeased, feeling that this person was just too hard to figure out.

Bai Gongsha saw Fang Tianyou sitting in his seat, hesitating. She rested her chin on her hand, shot him a glance, and smiled gently.

If Lady Ma hadn’t known him so well, he would certainly have done such a thing. He had come to Lady Ma’s side at the age of twelve or thirteen. If it weren’t for Lord Ma Zhai and Lady Ma, his life would have been ordinary. As he grew older, he had no idea how much hardship he would have to endure just to survive.

Liu Ye, in Persia, had long known that the origin of poppies was there. The land between the two rivers was fertile, so large plots were designated for cultivation. After harvesting, they were secretly made into Dragon Tiger Pills.

The villagers were stunned and began to chatter amongst themselves. This old man had never done any good for the village, and now, just before death, he brought trouble upon everyone. Young Master Hou was gleeful: “You old fool, you ruined my clothes. If you think you’ll have a good life, you can forget it.”

Ma Zhe did not press his advantage, waiting for the other man to grab his chest and rise before they faced each other, locking eyes. Ma Zhe’s face was bruised and swollen, yet his aura was intimidating. The burly man now understood that no matter how hard he tried, he could never land a blow on Ma Zhe.

In the end, they roasted the chicken wings until they were as black as coal, with sparks even flying from the tips.

Tang Hao didn’t urge the mirror again; instead, he kept tossing out talismans, targeting and destroying those sorcerers with weaker cultivation.

The reason Shi Ke stayed in Tianlan City was also important: as a symbol of the Shi family, ensuring their position in the city. If she left directly for Ye Ye City, what would happen to Tianlan?

Zhao Feng stood frozen. In his mind, Feng Renliang was a peerless master, yet Ye Fan had defeated him with a single punch.

Perhaps he was too excited, for his wounds burst open again, the pain making him clench his teeth.

Now was clearly not the time for reflection. Fang Yi’s eyes flashed, his body moving suddenly—like an arrow, he shot toward the Killing Stele.