"Little Taoist, don't forget me." Chang Mo'an was suddenly a little reluctant, she had been following Daokong for three months, these three months were like three hundred years, she was used to it.

Now that he is leaving, what will the little Taoist priest do when he encounters those demons who are higher than him in the future?

Who will protect him?

Now that I am gone, I am afraid that it will be over the years.

"Chang Mo'an, what the hell are you going to do?" Hearing Chang Mo'an's words, Daokong suddenly felt that his heart was empty, and even a little painful.

It's not as sad as saying goodbye to my brother and brother before, and this feeling is even a little inexplicable.

Daokong didn't have time to think about anything, but he found that countless black roots appeared in the sky and rushed towards Chang Mo'an.

Daokong subconsciously wanted to hold Chang Mo'an, but Chang Mo'an took a step back and staggered Daokong's hand. Let the black roots wrap around his body, and he was pulled into the air.

"Chang Mo'an." Daokong subconsciously transported the true qi in his body, wanting to save Chang Mo'an as soon as possible, but found that he couldn't use the true qi at all.

Daokong suddenly realized something, raised his head and looked at Chang Mo'an in disbelief.

She really knew how to do some spells, and she was the one who saved him that day.

The ends of the hair curled by the wind float in the air, drawing a beautiful arc.

A wisp of ink hair brushed Chang Mo'an's eyes, and Chang Mo'an's eyes were extremely painful.

The witch who has been lonely for a thousand years shed tears because of a separation.

A tearing pain made Daokong almost suffocate.

"Little Taoist, I don't forget you, and you don't forget me, okay?"

Chang Mo'an is too afraid that he will forget her, she has finally had someone remember her name in her life, if he also forgets her, will she go back to the time when she was alone before?

Don't, don't.

Chang Mo'an suddenly didn't want to be caught back by his father, so he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to Daokong.

But she couldn't catch him.

Daokong watched as the girl disappeared in front of him.

The crisp voice in his ears seemed to be still lingering.

"Chang Mo'an."

Daokong muttered in a low voice, and suddenly roared out like a tear, "Chang Mo'an! ”

"Wait for me, I'll find you!"

This sentence seemed to use up all of Daokong's strength, and after shouting this sentence, Daokong stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The whole person no longer has the usual demeanor of treating others and saving people.

There was a look of pain on his face. 】

"Cards." Zhou Ji suddenly shouted, which made the people present feel a little baffled.

Zhou Ji looked at Hu Tianyuan, who was depressed for a while on the set, and his brows began to wrinkle.

"How?" Deputy director Liu Tianjie saw Zhou Ji frowning and was a little puzzled, but saw Zhou Ji suddenly stand up.

"That's all for today's scene, see you in the studio tomorrow afternoon, call it a day!" Zhou Ji suddenly said something that made everyone stunned.

Call it a day? Didn't you say there was one or two more scenes today?

Everyone looked at each other, although there were some doubts in their hearts, but they didn't say anything after all. After all, Zhou Ji is the director, and he has the final say. Besides, Zhou Ji is a well-known iron mask, and he said that he called it a day, that is, it was a day to call it a day.

So everyone started to pack up their props and get ready to go home as soon as possible.

"Tianjie, help me copy the last paragraph of the photography just now, give me a copy, and give Su Qianqing a copy." Zhou Ji tilted his head and said seriously to Liu Tianjie.

"Okay." Liu Tianjie didn't ask why, and immediately went to the photographer to get the record.

Only then did Zhou Ji put his eyes back on Hu Tianyuan on the set.