In front of the huge green cloth on the set, the cameras are ready, and everyone is doing their part, drawing a successful end to this huge eight-month production "The Journey of the Prosperous Age".

The female lead Qin Luo was dressed in a flamboyant red dress, reflecting her whole semale charm, and turned to look at the male protagonist in an ink-colored costume next to her with a smile.

In an instant, Qin Luo's expression suddenly changed, looking at the sword that sank into his abdomen in disbelief, enduring the pain on his body, and looking at the male protagonist in great confusion.

The eyes were slightly red, the nose was sour, and the tears had not fallen in the eyes for a long time.

The man's face was cold, not moved in the slightest.

"Why ......" Qin Luo's voice was hoarse, and he looked at the male protagonist with painful eyes.

Reach out and grasp the sword that is merciless and continue to sink in, as if that would stop it from taking its own life.

The blood flowed from his abdomen, and the red clothes he rendered were even more vivid, and his hands were covered with blood under the sharp blades.

"You're tired, I'm helping you ......" The male protagonist's handsome face was slightly moved, sighed lightly, and spoke slowly.

"Help...... I ......" The pain suffocated her, and the rapid flow of blood took away the strength of her whole body, and her eyes slowly closed.

"Plop" fell to the ground. It was all over, and the answer she wanted didn't even come the moment she closed her eyes.

The male protagonist pulled out the sword from the female protagonist's body, slowly squatted down, looked at the gorgeous woman with closed eyes, raised his hand to stroke the messy bun, and gently hooked it behind his ear, "May in the next life, we are all just ordinary people, there has never been a national enemy and family hatred in the middle, you are not a king, I am not a minister, we are just each other's only, you are a wife and I am a husband, and the male farmer and the female weaver are so loving for a lifetime." ”

The male protagonist half lifted the female protagonist up in his arms, reached out to hold the sword that took the heroine's life, the sword rose and fell, he smiled, blood sprayed out, and the body slowly fell, in which he also carefully protected the female protagonist in his arms, hugging the person he loved, so sleeping, the world was silent.

"Card ......" A card sound woke up everyone present.

"The Prosperous Age of Phoenix came to a successful conclusion, everyone has worked hard," the director stood up from behind the monitor and said this exciting good news to all the main creative staff on the intercom.

"Yay!" Everyone jumped for joy.

Qin Luo slowly stood up with the support of the male lead, looked at the slimy plasma in his hand and frowned a little in disgust.

"Sister Luo, I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future." The male lead Jiang Yu looked at Qin Luo appreciatively and said.

Qin Luo is a well-known actress in the circle, but all the actors who work with her are all popular.

Jiang Yu, as a new student, would not have been the original starring role, and scandals would have been flying all over the sky, and this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity would not have been his turn.

"Let's talk about it!" Qin Luo waved his hand a little impatiently and walked forward.

Jiang Yu still wanted to say something, but when he saw that the young lady of the field affairs happened to come over with a basin, she raised her eyebrows and walked away.

"Sister Luoluo, wash your hands!"

"Okay," Qin Luo put his hand in the basin and was washing.

The little assistant Zhang Qiaoqiao ran over with her mobile phone: "Sister Luoluo, phone." ”

Qin Luo glanced at his phone, 10086 was displayed on the screen, and others looked confused.

Zhang Qiaoqiao cleverly took out a tissue and handed it over, Qin Luo took the handle and dried it, glanced at the caller ID on the phone, pursed his lips, and calmly took the phone.

"Hmm", waved his hand and signaled with his eyes, asking Zhang Qiaoqiao not to follow, holding his mobile phone, and walking towards the place where there was no one next to him.