The narration has temporarily disappeared.

The melodious and gentle singing voice came from the empty courtyard, flowing in ethereal and stunning sounds.

Yu Xing blinked and looked at the singing voice a little slow, and could vaguely see a figure in complex costumes in the corridor farthest.

The red building and the green tiles form a self-made picture scroll. The swaying long-sleeved actor is like the only vivid embellishment in the picture scroll. The sage son falls into the customs and the world is in the palace.

Yu Xing subconsciously walked over, stopped when he passed the drawing board, and looked at the drawing paper.

I saw that the picture was depicted on the drawing paper. The beauty danced with long sleeves and showed a bright smile at him. The frost and snow turned into water and the waves were sparkling.

He seemed to remember how he sat in front of the easel and finished the painting with a smile.

I drew this?

Did I draw it for him?

Yu Xing reached out and picked up the painting, and he had the urge to tear it apart.

Has he really painted a cast for actors here before? He remembered that he didn't, but now he is not sure.

Maybe I was really idle during the time I was a young master, so I looked for actors every day and drew a few paintings for the other party, but the composition method of this painting was different from his habits, maybe...

Before Yu Xing's thoughts could deviate from the composition, the figure who was dancing in the corridor in the distance was already close.

Her gentle voice exuded a gentle gentleness in dealing with things. She only wore costumes and did not wear Qiandan makeup and raised her hand in front of him: "Xiao, what are you thinking?"

"I was thinking that this painting has not been finished." Yu Xing turned his head and said, "Why didn't you draw you to death?"

The actor in front of him was slightly stunned.

Then, the actor who is gentle and never argues anything seems to understand: "Does Ah Xing like the incomplete beauty?"

"Beautiful things fall in pools of blood. The regrets and contrasts at that time can indeed make a work with higher artistic attainments. If Ah Xing wants to draw, then draw it, I don't care."

The actor owed: "Our young master has studied abroad, so I think he shouldn't be shy about anything... just draw, good luck."

Yu Xing was disgusted and didn't want to draw at all.

He looked at the actor in front of him in a speechless way, and was like the plaster with Zhao Yijiu's face. The actor's face was also blurry, as if a layer of mosaic was covered.

But this had no effect on his cognition. He could see the real appearance through the mosaic. If he had not paid special attention, he would not even feel something was wrong.

【This is the villain your movie needs.】

The narrator suddenly appeared again, reciting it seriously.

[The perfect young master actually has a friend with ambition, which makes the movie interesting. Let's continue shooting. Next, the young master's family will die one by one, and everything the young master has will be burned to ashes by a fire.]

[And then, the main line of the movie is there. The young master wants to start revenge. He keeps looking for ways to revenge and finally kills the damn villain with his own hands to comfort those lost things.]

[Yu Xing, do you understand? All the strange and absurd things you have experienced will not exist in the world. They are all scripts formulated by an unreliable screenwriter for you.]

[There is no deduction from beginning to end, what a broken mirror, you are just the protagonist of a movie.]

The virus is trying to tamper with cognition.

For a moment, Yu Xing almost believed the narrator's words - he was always influenced by forgetting and distortion, which made him remember that he was sitting in the screening room in the last second, and that the next second he forgot how he was here.

But after all, he has the power of a curse and his physical constitution is no weaker than this virus. He naturally has resistance. Even if he allows the virus to exert freely, he will always be awake.

Does the virus want him to think that he is really the protagonist of a movie, but he only fantasizes about so many things that will happen a hundred years later because he awakens his consciousness?

"Xue, why are you stunned again?" The actor showed a hint of confusion on his face, and then sighed with some sympathy, "Are you too tired of studying recently? Why don't you go and rest? I see that you have lost a lot of weight recently."

Yu Xing's memory was split into two parts.

In part, he clearly remembered what the actor did, so he also rejected and disgusted the actor who was transformed from a virus in front of him.

In the other part, his memory only reaches when he is friends with the actor. He feels a little embarrassed when facing the actor's concern.

The two kinds of memories were mixed together, which made Yu Xing stunned for a moment.

The narrator said—

[The young master's hesitation attracted the attention of the actor. Today, the young master did not chat with him with a smile as usual. Will the actor plan ahead of his plan?]

[Or... Yu Xing, you are already a mature protagonist, you have to learn to create your own plot. Now there is a chance in front of you. If you kill the actor now, everything in the future will be different.]

[Don't you want to throw away the ridiculous scripts given by the ridiculous screenwriter? Now is the opportunity, Yu Xing, change everything!]

Change all this.

As long as it is changed at the beginning, all subsequent pain will be eliminated.

A voice whispered in Yu Xing's mind.

He can change the script.

No more painful horror scripts.

He may be able to switch to a love script, a comedy script, a celebrity autobiography script, and then have a happy life - even if he is just a false character, he can have a false world that satisfies him more.

Isn't this good? This is the only chance.

If you change the plot, the audience will also like to watch it, and there will always be some people who like to watch it.

Yu Xing reached out and grabbed the actor's neck.

The palms are warm and the meridians that hop under the actor's skin are so lively.

Suddenly being attacked, the perfect mask of the actor in front of him suddenly burst out with cracks, and he begged for mercy softly: "Xiao Xun... Young Master... Did I say something wrong? If I have something that makes you feel unhappy, please forgive me for a bad life, Young Master!"

"Also pretend?" Yu Xing tilted his head, "Shouldn't you escape from my hands casually? Shouldn't you be able to drive me to death with just one finger? Are you staying in the Yu family pretending to be this personality, just to let me taste pain and resentment, and then take me away and turn it into a container for your experiment?"

One secret after another should not be what he knows now was thrown out, and the actor gradually stopped struggling.

A few seconds later, the actor's face became cold, and there was a hint of joke and interest in his eyebrows.

"How could you know this, Ahh?"

"Did anyone tell you?"

"What Hua Subai told you? Or did you meet someone else behind my back... That person made me a little angry."

The actor really exposed his villain nature.

A shocking aura emanated from the actor's body, bringing a burst of burning sensation to Yu Xing's hands.

The narrator was in Yu Xing's ear and said softly.
Chapter completed!