"No," An Rule didn't think about it and refused directly.

"I don't act, you know."

The people on WeChat did not get the message back again, An Rule breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result, before he could relax in his breath, his cousin called him.

"Sister~~~" Wu Ziqi's voice dragged on.

In an instant, goose bumps appeared on An Rule's arm: "Speak well."

"Sister, please help me~" said Wu Ziqi.

"If I talk like this, I will die," An Rule said in a cold voice.

"Sister, I can't live without you. You know, Tianxue is the goddess in my heart. No one can play her well. I can't let Tianxue be ruined after filming a TV series, sister!!!!" Wu Ziqi shouted on the other end of the phone.

"No one can act well, I can act well?" An Rule asked.

"At least you look up to the criteria." Wu Zizhang said: "Sister, you don't know. The actors who come to try my role in Tianxue are all in a unified face - standard internet celebrity faces. I can't tell them even if they change into the same clothes. Besides, you know that when I was describing my Tianxue Goddess, I referenced your personality and image. Anyway, they will be ruined. It's better to let you ruin it. At least you can see your appearance."

"..." An Rule smiled slightly and said nothing: "I have no intention of smashing my signature for the time being, you can find someone else."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for his cousin on the other end.

My cousin Qi Errhe continued to call him, but An Rule ignored him directly.

He sent him a WeChat message and said, "I'm going to work, I won't have a chat."

Apply the mask and change the clothes, and Xia Long will arrive.

The two set out to the shooting location. This time, An Rule needed to shoot posters and promotional videos for the game as the spokesperson.

All she had to do was to wear clothes from one of the professions in the game "Zhengrong" to shoot posters.

After arriving at the venue, An Rule said hello and was arranged to put on makeup.

"Hmm? Is this a magic swordsman?" An Rule was a little surprised when she entered the dressing room and saw the set of golden clothes in the center with fiery red and white sides.

As the most popular game in the world, "Zhengrong" has nearly dozens of races and five basic professions: swordsman, mage, summoner, warrior, and shooter.

After reaching a certain level, each profession will be divided into 4 to 6 types of professions.

The Magic Swordsman is one of them, so the name implies that it is a character who can use magic and swordsmanship, or fight in close proximity or distance. Anyway, he is a character who can play very sensitively. The red gold-edged costume of this profession is in front of the red costume.

"Yes, the magic swordsman's professional outfit," the makeup artist praised her for her cleansing face, "Teacher An's skin is very white and red."

"Thank you." An Rule raised her head and asked her to base her feet. She looked at the set of fiery red and white gold-patterned suits next to her.

Xia Long looked around the outfit, but it was not exposed too much. He nodded to An Rule who was wearing makeup and said, "Originally, the advertising manager and I planned to let you take a poster of Shengmu's character, but later someone proposed the role of the Demon Swordsman. I remember that you seemed to be playing this character, so I decided for you."

"Well, no problem, I like the magic swordsman very much," An Rule replied.

"Actually, the Holy Mu is not bad, very noble and ethereal." Xia Long showed a tangled look.

Shengmu is a branch of the mage, simply put, the nurse.

An Rule couldn't help laughing: "I think it's a magic swordsman. If my vest is stripped off in the future, players will say why I play the magic swordsman instead of the Holy Mu."

"Yes," Xia Long nodded.

When An Rule, who put on makeup and changed into clothes, walked out of the dressing room, the lively scene was slightly quiet for a moment.

The female swordsman with golden sword patterns on her face, her long black and shiny hair was tied into a ponytail by a red and white rope. Her long hair was flaunting from the air with her movements. Her bright face was slowly approaching with a light smile on her face, which seemed to allow people to travel to the game "Zhengrong" and see the free and passionate and gentle female demon swordsman who went to the battlefield to participate in the battle.

An Rule's skin color is the cold white that is rare in Asians, and it looks even whiter against the backdrop of the red-based outfit.

"Very good, it feels good," the photographer walked over with his baby camera and looked at An Rule for a while. He couldn't help but let her go to the set studio to start shooting. After taking a few shots in a row, he stopped shooting, looked down at the negatives and nodded.

He looked up and said to An Rule: "Please be more aggressive with Teacher An. You are too gentle now and don't have the feeling of being about to fight. It would be even better if you have a little murderous aura."

An Rule nodded: "Okay, please give me a minute."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and lowered her head.

Less than a minute, she raised her head and looked in the direction of the camera.

The deep eyes stared straight at the camera, the sword in his hand pulled out, drew a beautiful curve in the air, pointed directly at the camera, and at that moment, murderous aura burst out.

At this moment, she was in a chaotic battlefield, surrounded by her enemies, and endless fighting spirit emanated from her.

The long sword dances, draws out, passes, and stabs out, and each movement seems to be a painting.

As the photographer moved, his eyes became brighter and the sound of shutters kept ringing.

Soon, the negatives were taken.

The photographer looked at the negatives and praised An Rule who was drinking water, saying, "I didn't expect that Teacher An could teach swordsmanship."

"I went to the square with my grandparents to practice Tai Chi swords before," An Rule explained: "I just increased the speed a little."

The photographer nodded: "It seems that there is no wrong spokesperson for "Zhengrong" this time."

Hum? An Rule heard something in his words.

The photographer quietly approached An Rule and said, "I heard that this game would not hire a live person as a spokesperson anymore this year. He planned to let the game department become a virtual idol."

An Rule nodded, revealing a contemplative look.

Then why, now we use real people again?

Speaking of which, it was the day after receiving this endorsement.

An Rule's brows frowned slightly.

"The song has been compiled. If you are interested in writing the song, you can add another lyrics fee," said Xia Long, who was driving, glanced at the rear window.

"Hmm? I wrote the lyrics," An Rule took back his mind, "I think about it."

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"If I really made the game you wanted to play, would you write a game song for me?"

"Let's talk about it when you make it, idiot!"
Chapter completed!