"Xiaozhu, it seems that your reasoning is correct." Wen Cheng snorted with a smile.

Xiaozhu solemnly blocked in front of Wen Cheng and made a gesture of battle.

Under the golden spotlights of the stage, the brother and sister were not faced with a sword-wearing guard in a yellow coat or a doctor, but a human face wrapped in darkness, only that face was the familiar supporting role of 10,000 years, as the mastermind of the zombie, the darkness was Asmo's sickle-shaped body, whirring like rags.

Holding an exaggerated scimitar in each hand, the corners of his mouth confidently stood as if he wanted to harvest something.

The darkness was nothing more than Asmo's body transformed from the fragments of his soul, not Asmo himself.

The supporting character was about to open his hideous teeth, and Wen Cheng sneered and said, "It's familiar, but what should I call you?"

"Yang Feipeng." The supporting character said indifferently.

It was a name that appeared countless times in the end credits, and no one remembered.

Wen Cheng quietly clenched his fists, and in the case of having mastered the light spell, he was naturally not afraid of the darkness itself, and the tricky thing was to pry out the source of NSD-79 from his mouth, and more.

At 8:40, there were still twenty minutes before Yoo Jin arrived.

"I'm curious," Moon Seung glanced coldly at the supporting character, "What is your reason for joining the Demon King?"

"Do you have the right to know, kid?" The supporting characters glared at him.

"yes," Wen Cheng smiled wryly, "Then I won't ask."

This kind of taunt obviously angered the supporting character, and with a whoosh, the supporting character threw out a black shadow wrapped in a scimitar and swept over, and before Wen Cheng could stop it, he saw Xiaozhu summon a thousand miles of snow to push away the scimitar with cold light.

"Bang!" With a thud, the scimitar fell onto the stage.

The black shadow wrapped around Qianli Xue, and twisted Xiaozhu's wrist, Xiaozhu let go in pain, and Qianli Xue fell.

At this moment, Wen Cheng leaned over and stretched out his hand to support Qianli Xue, stepped in front of Xiaozhu and drew a few white rays of light at the black shadow, and the mirror of the thin sword reflected the white light particles that fell around the brother and sister.

In the middle of the supporting characters and Wen Cheng, the black shadows that were five meters long were dissolved by the bundles of white light, and these black shadows fell to the wooden floor of the stage and twitched a few times, then began to roll, following the veins of the black mud on the wooden floor back to the supporting characters.

Wen Cheng looked at this scene and took a deep breath, these black shadows can be spliced independently!

Your own circuit is limited, and the energy consumption of the optical system alone is not enough, if you want to crack it, there may be a way!

At this time, another scimitar was swept by a long black shadow, Wen Cheng immediately threw out a porcelain ball, and the porcelain ball fell to the center of the stage to raise a dark blue spherical barrier, the black shadow was sucked in by the barrier, and the scimitar was nowhere to be seen.

The supporting characters immediately pulled back into the dark shadows with a hideous face, and unlike humans, the shoulders of the supporting characters did not come out with black juice, and the mutilated parts were quickly repaired by the black flocculent surging around them.

Can't finish the fight? Wen Cheng frowned.

It seems that the only weakness is the head, but if you hit the head, you will die on the spot, and the clue will be broken......

The clock ticked by.

Interrupting the reflection was the zombies pouring around the stage.

"Xiaozhu, I'll leave it to you." Wen Cheng handed Qianli Xue to Xiaozhu, no longer looked sideways, and locked his eyes on the supporting role.

Xiaozhu kept sprinting around the stage, one zombie after another fell, and in the center of the stage, the black shadow who had lost his scimitar just stood steadily and looked at Wen Cheng, and the two confronted each other like this.

"Child, are you desperate? No matter how hard you try, it won't help?" The supporting characters are satisfied with Moon Seung's stern eyebrows.

"Oh?" Wen Cheng smiled, "This is the reason why the Ten Thousand Year Dragon Trap betrayed the human race?"

"You know what," the supporting character snorted, "do you know what it's like to be trampled under someone's feet all the time?"

Of course I knew, Wen Cheng didn't answer, just looked at the supporting characters indifferently and continued.

"It's just a matter of serving tea and water," the black shadow said to himself, his face becoming more and more hideous, and his speech became faster and faster, "Those stars can be lazy and stay on the green screen, but I have to keep running on location!" Have you ever tried to wear armor in the summer and dive in the winter with wind and cold?"

Is that all...... Wen Cheng listened coldly.

"They said the wrong line, and I was the one who was scolded! They were tired and wanted to rest, so I hung there and waited! I've been acting in face drama for ten years! Face play, do you understand!!"

"That's why you came to Asmo?" Wen Cheng replied indifferently, "I can't swallow ten years of suffering?"

"That's ten years!!" The supporting character yells, "You're also qualified to laugh at this decade? Child!"

Ah, the same topic again, am I eligible? Wen Cheng clenched his fists.

Of course you can!

Because we are all people who live in the shadows, and no one cares!

When I endure lonely nights day after day, endure the falling grades and the contemptuous eyes of my classmates, and keep trying to be out of the group in front of the computer alone, am I not qualified?

Wen Cheng looked at the flickering white figure behind him again.

When my sister is faced with tens of thousands of iron horsemen who are eyeing each other, enduring a hundred times the hunger and cold and refusing to surrender, is she not qualified?

But what if you are qualified? Is this kind of suffering used to complain? For hate?

What if it's ten years?! Ten years of hardship can't endure? If you have the ability, you can stay up for another ten years!

Wen Cheng was silent, clenching his fists tightly, his nails about to be inserted.

Fifteen minutes before Ryu Jin arrived.

There is only one way to pry his arrogant mouth open......

"Hey, I'm sorry I forgot your name." Wen Cheng sneered.

Enraged by such words, two black shadows bypassed the blue shield and attacked from the left and right sides at the same time.

"And," Moon Seung said, closing his eyes, "I've lost interest in a war of attrition."

Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale. Consciousness jumped at twenty times the speed, Wen Cheng desperately searched for a breath hidden in his body, and he only had a one-sided relationship with her, but he would never forget it.

Then he summoned an aura from the circuit that was not human, but close to a god, a source that had been hidden from the dark enemy.

The purpose of the gods is not to destroy demons, but to fix people's hearts.

Don't be discouraged or discouraged in the face of all kinds of torture and suffering.

The enemy is in the mind, not any figurative product.

Even if it is an endless source of black law as a supply, I have an endless amount of faith to fight against!

Because of your weakness, thousands of people have died.

They have nothing to do with me, but even this little bit of threat......

A beautiful woman in a school uniform flashed a smile as she handed over pen and paper from across the strait with a smile.

…… I don't want to hang in the hearts of my loved ones!

"Goddess of Light!"

Wen Cheng opened his eyes and stabbed out a dazzling white holy light, and the white light formed a basketball-sized ball of light exhaled from the top of Wen Cheng's head, hanging directly above the stage, as dazzling as a star.

The black shadow dissipated and evaporated in an instant, and the zombies in the auditorium fell to the ground one after another, and the black mud on the surface continued to develop a clattering sound.

"Ah! ————」

The supporting characters let out a cry of pain like boiling water empowerment, and the black shadows on their bodies were constantly burned out of the hollow and slowly evaporated.

Wen Cheng felt the ripples of the Fa Source like a sea breeze through his skin, and Xiao Zhu turned his head to be surprised by the holy aura that his brother glowed.

The supporting character's body was burned through, and all that remained was a bloodstained, devastated human body, billowing black smoke.

Wen Cheng walked over and looked down at the supporting character who fell to the ground and spasmed, and a white fierce murderous aura pierced out of his eyes.

"I forgot your name," Moon said, "but I remember a dedicated actor who can bring the role to life no matter what is given to him."

"You ......" the supporting character curled up and trembled on his face, his face pained.

Perhaps it was the first time someone had said such a thing to him, and the dying supporting character smiled with a hint of relief, and perhaps he remembered the day he first walked through the doors of the drama academy - the plain-looking boy smiled at the door.

Or the boy who silently eats a boxed lunch in the corner, watching the stars who are surrounded by just laughing, and then cheering up and putting on the dirty and blood-stained costumes.

Or the boy who looks hopeful on a tinplate bed late at night, with a small white lamp, studying theatrical theory and professional books.

"Heh......" the supporting character smiled wryly, "It turns out that I have already done it......

Wen Cheng sighed, not waiting for his patience to be secretly sad, he looked at the supporting character's expression with a cold face and asked, "Where did NSD-79 come from?"

"There's an orange truck late at night every three days...... It's printed with Shuntong Cold Chain." The supporting character replied weakly.

"Who is the Heroic Spirit?"

The supporting character coughed up a few mouthfuls of black juice and replied, "I don't have any contact with him, we are all in our own hands."

Wen Cheng frowned, and then asked, "Where did the arms come from?"

With a whoosh, the supporting character was about to speak, but a wooden thorn was hit in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound anymore, and he lay on the wooden floor and stopped moving.

"Wen Cheng, don't ask about arms."

The son of the Lin family appeared at the gate and pushed the shattered rimless glasses.