One thousand three hundred and seventy-two: Liu Zifeng understood

But now you have been calculated to the point where you are struggling, and you still don't know it. For the sake of the boss behind you, I would like to remind you that I wish you good luck. "

Having said that, without waiting for Liu Zifeng's response, he decisively chose to forcibly withdraw from the script... at the cost of having his actor level reduced by a small level.

Undeniable.

Ouyang Yu was afraid. She was just an ordinary actor who was trying to survive. She was just an ordinary actor who was working on scripts and praying for a longer life.

Whether it was the big boss behind Liu Zifeng or this ruthless man who could manipulate Liu Zifeng into his hands, she couldn't afford to offend him and she didn't dare to offend him.

Ouyang Yu had a premonition that if he really stood in Liu Zifeng's boat, he might face even more terrifying things next.

Therefore, in order to be cautious, she had to get out of this muddy water at a high price. The reason... is just not to meet these powerful men at the boss level.

"What does she mean? Someone is plotting against me? A ruthless person? Is it difficult to move forward?"

Liu Zifeng stopped what he was doing and fell into deep thought: "Is that guy Li Wanrou secretly doing some conspiracy? 'Difficult to move forward'?... I have fallen into a trap?"

'Ouyang Yu' reacted and quickly turned around and walked towards the cabinet: "I'll get you some medicine."

She is the real Ouyang Yu, no longer the actor Ouyang Yu.

perhaps.

Yan Wan also had no idea that his two seemingly tentative calculations would cause the plot to collapse to such an extent.

No matter what kind of work, there will usually be some foreshadowing before the climax to arouse the audience's emotions and attention.

However this script.

It’s like it’s just been pointed out that the ‘protagonist Liu Zifeng’ is a loser, and before the audience can guess how he rose to the top, what his golden finger is, etc… it suddenly jumps to a decisive battle between the good and the bad.

The rise of the protagonist, the acquisition of the golden finger, the pleasure of pretending to be better than being slapped in the face, the chicness of traveling with a beauty, the joy of treasure hunting and digging graves... all the plots are gone.

Yan Wan didn't even know that because of this, he would scare an actor into giving up the script.

And he will specifically remind Liu Zifeng before leaving.

——

Yan Wangan is planning his next move. The biggest advantage of the reborn Liu Zifeng is the word reborn. He had snatched the opportunity and forced him into the demon sect, which had completely disrupted the ordinary plot of the routine novel. .

The next thing he has to do is to completely eradicate the demon sect.

Completely muddy the water, and at the same time destroy the 'prophecy' advantage that Liu Zifeng relies on, prolong his growth time, and push him into a desperate situation.

Forming the legendary...plot kill!

Let the power of the script world drive the protagonist to death.

When the time comes, he won't believe it...can the big boss still notice the clues like this?

really.

Jiang Han's attempt to raise an army to investigate was ultimately unsuccessful.

After all, they are the royal family, and they stand in an orthodox position. Even though Jiang Han is a national master, he does not dare to be too forceful.

But in this way, he was completely sure that the person who rescued Liu Zifeng was probably the Xixia royal family.

They have secretly formed an alliance with the Demonic Cult, otherwise why would they rescue such a remnant of the Demonic Cult who is beaten by others?

Pavilion.

"Senior, don't worry, please be patient."

Yan smiled wildly, grabbed a chess piece, pressed it on the chessboard, and said quietly: "Not only is it not a bad thing to be blocked this time, maybe... it's also a good thing."

Jiang Han took a sip of the fragrant tea, paused for a moment, and revealed his bright eyes: "You mean, use the momentum to force it?"

Yan Wang nodded: "Yes, but this general trend must be brewed for a while, and others must be allowed to see that some people have indeed colluded with the remnants of the Demon Sect and are trying to harm the martial arts world."

Especially the last sentence, his tone was long and slow, echoing around the place, making it seem particularly empty, or...cold.

If we only do the former, even though everyone will be angry, they will still reserve their efforts.

This involves a human nature issue. Only when everyone can feel, realize, and understand the harm this matter will cause to themselves and how it relates to their own interests will they be able to work hard.

This time, Yan Wan wants to borrow the sword of Yipintang and combine the power of other Jianghu people to completely smash the demon sect into pieces, together with... Liu Zifeng.

Still the same sentence: At worst, you have to force out your trump card, if you don't have any trump card. Sorry, then this drama...can come to an end.

At this moment, Zhihua hurried over and handed him a small bamboo tube in his hand: "Master, there is already a letter from home."

"oh?"

The smile on Yan Wan's face faded, and his gaze paused on Zhi Hua's white little hand. A gleam flashed in his eyes. He immediately crushed the bamboo tube, pulled out the note, scanned it with his eyes, and crushed it into powder.

Tuk-tuktuk-tuk...

He tapped his fingers on the chessboard, and after a while, he said calmly: "Tell your people not to go out during this period, and wait until this matter is over."

"Yes, Master." Zhihua nodded sensibly and left quickly. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com

Jiang Han saw that he was a little distracted and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

"The picture has changed. It should be the Thousand Faces Man's fake one, and the family letter is also fake." Yan Wan looked at her back, his eyebrows trembling.

"Oh?" Jiang Han suddenly became serious when he heard this. "Are you sure?"

Yan Wan nodded, stretched out his hand and said, "Nine times out of ten. I remember that Zhihua has a rare broken palm pattern, and she just... haha."

Jiang Han was about to get up: "Then I will..."

Yan Huan came up with a plan and stopped his movement with a smile: "Don't be anxious, don't scare the snake."

——

A few days later.

"Today's commotion was caused by your son."

The Thousand-faced Man shook his fan and said softly: "Didn't you say he ran out secretly? Did Liu Zhengxing go find him? Why did he suddenly appear here?"

"I don't know, maybe there is another reason." The saint shook her head. Under her long and narrow eyebrows, a look of worry appeared in her clear eyes: "How is Xiaofeng? Was he captured alive?"

"No, he ran away. It seems that he has a companion secretly." The Thousand-faced Man shook his head and glanced at her with interest, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

"That's good."

The saint breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Wait a few more days, wait for Tianya to recover and Tang Qingfeng to come, then we can take them down in one fell swoop. When it is safe, Xiaofeng will also show up."

The Thousand-faced Man smiled: "Haha... maybe."

During the conversation, they did not pay attention to the man waiting next to them. They were all members of the Demon Sect. Some things did not need to be kept secret, especially now that their whereabouts had been exposed...

"Liu Zifeng was rescued? I remember that he survived several desperate situations, right? Is this guy an actor? But he is so unlucky, even if he is an actor, he is probably the protagonist, right?"