The scene that Mo Jiayi, Nangong Jue and Wang Hui last co-starred several times. The high-intensity action scene made their sweat soak the clothes on their backs. The assistants were busy with fans, small fans and ice.

Director Huang said the words again, and the three of them had to take their place again.

Fierce battles, struggles, and dissuasions, the team leader's footage stopped at the scene of Wang Hui falling down.

Xiao Wentian, played by Nangong Jue, stood silently in front of her body, showing a crying and laughing expression.

He used to be a carefree young man. As a person from the Demon Sect, he had never even touched blood on his hands. But now, even if Shao Qingling pulls him, he can't stop his killing sword.

Xiao Wentian suddenly didn't understand - why did he get to this point today?

Hua Qi followed the photographer and pushed the camera toward Nangong Jue's face stained with dust and blood, and took his expression to a real change.

Nangong Jue is a man who is naturally good at acting. His expression is very contagious. Even the photographer couldn't help but hold his breath. He was so nervous that he was in a heavy mood.

Nangong Jue's face suddenly changed.

This part of the change is not in the script. Hua Qi was stunned. He felt that he seemed to have seen something strange. He subconsciously looked down in Nangong Jue's sight. However, from Hua Qishi's perspective, he could only see Wang Hui's body below the heart of the heart lying on the ground, but he could not see what her upper body was doing.

The shot at this time did not fall on Wang Hui, but Nangong Jue looked at her straight-eyedly - what did she do?

Director Huang was also confused for a moment and hurriedly shouted "cut", and Nangong Jue suddenly came back to his senses.

Wang Hui sat up on the ground and asked as usual: "Director Huang, have you passed?"

Director Huang took it back and looked at the filming content, and found that the close-up time was enough. He didn't call for a stop at that time because he thought that Nangong Jue might add a show to him and give him a magic trick, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly get out of the show.

Director Huang had no choice but to say, "After, Wang Hui, you continue to pretend to be a corpse. Next, after Nangong falls down, Xiao Mo, you enter the camera."

Mogayi nodded, "Okay."

After saying that, he looked at Nangong Jue and frowned slightly.

Nangong Jue didn't look at him, but just looked at Wang Hui coldly.

Wang Hui smiled, and the corners of her mouth were covered with blood. Although she knew it was a makeup effect, for some reason, she still felt a bit creepy.

Nangong Jue's little finger twitched for a moment, but he remained silent.

In the next scene, Director Huang shouted "action", and Nangong Jue slowly fell backwards, the camera followed, and captured his relieved expression.

When Xiao Wentian saw Shao Qingling walking towards him, he subconsciously wanted to smile at him, thinking that their enemies were gone, and Shao Qingling would not be scolded and despised in the future.

But what greeted his smile was Shao Qingling raising the knife in his hand.

The knife was gray and did not look like a weapon that Shao Qingling could use, with the elegant and cold wind, but it always followed Shao Qingling. No matter how simple it was, when it danced in Shao Qingling's hands, it could always wave a stunning sword light.

But such a sword light had never been aimed at Xiao Wentian.

At that moment, Xiao Wentian was confused. He asked Shao Qingling: "Why?"

Shao Qingling's hand holding up the knife stopped, and his long black clothes were swaying in the wind, almost making him shaking, but his sword was still very stable and he had no intention of letting it go.

Xiao Wentian was not angry. He just said calmly: "Don't kill me, Brother Qingling, my heart is for you. If you kill me now, the demon doctor can't get you there, so you can't change your heart."

Shao Qingling asked softly: "Are you threatening me?"

Xiao Wentian shook his head: "I'm worried about you."

Shao Qingling didn't say anything.

Xiao Wentian said sincerely: "I want you to live a hundred years and have no worries for the rest of your life."

Shao Qingling's face gradually became cold, "I thought you had learned a little bit smarter, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid."

He had never spoken so harshly, but Xiao Wentian still said with a good temper: "I'm not doing well. Just scold me, but don't joke about your life."

Once he dies and cannot find a second suitable heart, Shao Qingling will die as well.

Shao Qingling said, "Do you think only the magic doctor will change your heart?"

Xiao Wentian was confused.

Shao Qingling said again: "Do you think... I met you just a coincidence?"

Xiao Wentian was stunned.

Shao Qingling half-squatted down and stabbed the tip of the knife on Xiao Wentian's cheek, "Xiao Wentian, from the beginning, I didn't think about going to die."

Xiao Wentian said in a hoarse voice: "You always know...my heart is suitable for you?"

Shao Qingling stretched out his five pale fingers and gently rubbed his cheek, "Are you thinking just now, why did you get to this point?"

He calmly said in Xiao Wentian's gaze: "I'm so sorry, it's not the one who set up the game. It's me who set up the game."

Xiao Wentian was completely stunned.

What is life like when you are in your early twenties but facing death for twenty years?

Shao Qingling couldn't describe it, but his heart was so bright that it was like his dark robe. He always wondered, why are he the ones suffering in this world?

He was unwilling to give up, of course he couldn't give up.

The Heart-changing Art is the original creation of the Demon Doctor, but it does not mean that no one else knows about it. At least he uses his wisdom to cultivate a large organization. Shao Qingling, who was collecting strange stories in the world, discovered this news that might have saved his life.

However, it is difficult to find a magic doctor who can change his heart, and it is even more difficult to find a suitable heart.

But Shao Qingling just found him. This person also knew the Demon Doctor. He was a special person who would not refuse him to come to seek medical treatment - the Young Master of the Demon Cult.

What makes Shao Qingling feel sad is that the two have exactly the same heart but have different lives.

Xiao Wentian lived so happily, his life was like a full of sunshine, rain and dew, and there was never dark clouds or haze. Even with the infamous reputation that everyone despises him, he lived better than Shao Qingling, who was known as a knight.

Shao Qingling was jealous of him.

So Shao Qingling wanted to destroy him.

From meeting, to poison, to the battle between good and evil, Shao Qingling destroyed the innocent Xiao Wentian step by step, making him betrayal of his relatives, making him change his temperament, and making him lose his true love. Even the people of the Demon Cult who raised him began to be respectful and guard against him, fearing that he would go crazy and refuse to recognize his relatives.

Shao Qingling did a good job, so good that he couldn't help but hide until the end, and insisted on revealing the matter. He wanted to see Xiao Wentian collapsed - as if this would prove that Shao Qingling finally lived better than him.

Xiao Wentian asked blankly: "Are you lying to me?"

Shao Qingling smiled. He smiled so beautifully, but it was so scary. "Yes, I lied to you. From beginning to end, I didn't treat you as a friend. Xiao Wentian, I hate you."

"Why?" Xiao Wentian asked.

Shao Qingling's smile paused, "Maybe I'm just jealous of you."

Xiao Wentian was silent for a moment before saying, "Why do you want to say it? I have already planned to give you my heart. I will kill all the potential enemies. I will die. You will live. You shouldn't say it."

Shao Qingling closed his eyes, "...It's really easy to lie to you. You still think you are great and cherish the relationship between us. You avenge and help me. You won't be able to keep your eyes open when you die... How can I bear to give up?"

——How can I bear to let you die so happily?

Xiao Wentian stared at him for a long time.

Shao Qingling's hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly unsteadily.

For a person who is terminally ill and still stands on the battlefield to plan, under what circumstances will he be unable to even take action?

Xiao Wentian thought so, and finally couldn't help laughing, from a low voice to a big laugh, the laughter was filled with pleasure and sadness.

Slowly, his laughter stopped. He stared at Shao Qingling and said word by word: "You are lying."

Shao Qingling said: "I have never told you the truth."

Xiao Wentian said: "At the beginning, you just wanted to approach me and asked me to take you to the devil doctor, and then find a way to kill me and let the devil doctor change your heart, right?"

Shao Qingling didn't speak.

"But you did a lot of unnecessary things, framed me, and let the Demon Cult fight with the righteous, including saying these words to me now."

"Because I think you're dying in pain."

Xiao Wentian shook his head, "You just want to make yourself less painful. You want to live, but you don't want me to die, but I can only die. If you want to force me to fight with you for life and death, then you can have a reason to really kill me... Brother Qingling, you are afraid that you will regret it, so you can only hate me."

Shao Qingling said coldly: "I never regret it."

"Including being my close friend?"

“That’s different.”

"Different? Do you think that's fake?" Xiao Wentian coughed up bleeding with a smile, "Shao Qingling, you lied to me, you're also lied to yourself."

Shao Qingling stared at him, "No, Xiao Wentian, stand up and draw out your sword."

Xiao Wentian shook his head, "I won't draw my sword to you."

Shao Qingling hissed: "Do you really think I won't kill you?!"

Xiao Wentian didn't say much, just asked: "Before I die, tell me the truth, Brother Qingling, do you think I am a friend?"

Shao Qingling held his hand, and said in a voice that he had never tried so coldly: "No."

Xiao Wentian smiled, "You always lie to me, it's really bad."

Before he finished speaking, Shao Qingling suddenly felt weak and he fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes wide, surprised by the unexpected change.

Xiao Wentian didn't explain, but just groped and held the tip of his knife and moved it to his neck, not caring about the blood scratched from his palm.

Shao Qingling wanted to regain the sword, but he had no strength.
To be continued...