After listening to the tree spirit's words, Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, what he was most worried about was that it would take a long time to return to Earth, and once or twice he could find a retreat as a reason, but after a long time, it was still like this, and some people would inevitably suspect it.

But now it seems that the situation is much better than he expected, and time is fleeting in the blink of an eye, so there is no need to worry about time at all.

"Shall we leave tonight, then? Do you have a problem? Fang Yan asked, no matter what, he must go back now to get the script of "Wulin Gaiden", and no matter how bad it is, he has to finish watching the filmed episodes.

After all, it is a memory of a long time ago on Earth, and the plot that the dialect can recall in the mind now is at most a few fragments, not even a tenth.

As for what the dryad wants to verify, it has nothing to do with the dialect now, and the matter at that level is not something that the dialect should worry about.

"Tonight? No problem. The dryad replied quickly, and the dialect could feel it, and there was a little excitement in the dryad's tone.

The dialect makes an appointment with the dryad, and after the dialect is ready, the dryad will be contacted to open a passage to Earth.

Fang Yan trotted all the way home, Hop Hop This stupid cat is not there, it is estimated that he ran out to play, and after returning to the bedroom, Fang Yan prepared the accompanying supplies.

The tree spirit once told the dialect that due to the different laws between the planes, the storage bag of the Yunyao Continent could not be used on the earth, so the dialect could only carry some small items.

The danger of that 'earth' is not to be talked about, but there are definitely many people who have the strength to threaten the life of the dialect, and the previous women's clothing has long been lost by the dialect because of its ineffectiveness - even if it is still there, he will not bring it.

Now the offensive and defensive equipment that dialects can bring is only a few spirit runes.

However, these are enough, the breach between the planes is in the territory of Huaxia, so the tree spirit can ensure that the dialect appears in the Huaxia region, and with the security of Huaxia, it is impossible to appear that the dialect will be bombed by missiles as soon as it emerges.

What bothers the dialect more is one's own clothing.

Now Fang Yan is wearing the emblematic costume of the Xiyun Empire, a full-body cyan robe, which has no problem at all in the Republic of China period, but it is very ghostly in the 21st century.

It's not that Fang Yan didn't want to let the tree spirit create a set of clothes, but the tree spirit's explanation is that the clothes created have her laws, and if Fang Yan wears that set of clothes to the earth, he will be instantly killed by the Heavenly Dao.

After all, the current dialect is only one-half of the NNNNNNNN of that '1', and it has no strength to harden the Heavenly Dao at all.

Hey, Fang Yan sighed, and could only let everything go.

As night fell, it was soon time for Dialect and Dryad to agree, and Dialect was about to contact Dryad, when a dark hole appeared in front of Dialect out of thin air, "Let's get on the road." ”

Dialect: "......."

Looking at the bottomless black hole, the dialect is really a little bottomless, if this color rests on people, it is estimated that you will not see SSR until you die-

"Walk you!"

Fang Yan felt kicked in the back, and then the whole person fluttered into the hole, and the tree spirit appeared out of thin air in the previous position of the dialect, and the little Lori wrinkled her little nose cutely, "It's really ink." ”

Fang Yan felt dizzy, and after a while, he suddenly felt a light in front of him, and then his face hit the ground.

Fang Yan's current cultivation is only the fourth order, and this level of impact is no different from a mosquito bite to him, and soon Fang Yan adapted to the light and stood up.

"This is ......" dialect looked around: it was a dead alley about one meter five wide, four or five meters wide, and dialect was standing in the innermost part of the alley, and the light was shining in from the entrance.

It seemed to be very lively outside, with all kinds of voices constantly, and although the dialect was used to the life of the Xiyun Empire, at first glance when he heard his hometown, he still felt a long-lost warmth.

Shaking the corners of his clothes, Fang Yan strode out, but as soon as he got out of the alley, Fang Yan was confused.

A man in a black trench coat was running briskly towards Fang Yan, followed by two stocky men with guns, shouting 'Baga Baga'.

Dialect: 0v0, I'm wearing it until World War II?

The man in the trench coat quickly came to Fang Yan, but was blocked by Fang Yan, who was standing there stunned, so he could only stop.

Just as Fang Yan was about to make a move, a man from across the street came and scolded angrily, "That boy in a robe, what are you doing!" ”

Soon, a goatee man in casual clothes trotted in front of Fang Yan, and was about to open his mouth to swear, when his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of Fang Yan's clothes, and he changed his slightly calm tone, "Which crew are you?" What kind of mess are you doing here? Seeing that your clothes are not ordinary dragon suits, what does it mean to string our play? ”

The dialect is roughly understood, and the feelings are worn to the filming site of the crew? Knowing this, Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and apologized to the goatee.

was messed up by the dialect, this drama had to be reshot by NG, the crew seemed to have been filming for a long time, the chubby director who was in charge of the camera waved his hand, and the crew rested for a while.

Although Fang Yan looks ordinary, he consciously or unintentionally exudes the temperament of a monk, and for ordinary people like Goatee, it is still very simple to mix a friendly or more favorability.

"This is Hengdian?" Fang Yan's eyes widened, how did he get here.

"That's right, we're filming "Iron Heroes"." The crew will take a break, and the goatee didn't rush back, chatting with Fang Yan, and at the same time took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, "Do you want one?" ”

"Okay, thank you," Fang Yan was not polite, although he didn't know how to smoke, but the fourth-order qualification was over there, and it was no problem to make a scene, after all, it was good to hand over cigarettes.

"Yo, Yuxi," Fang Yan was happy to take the cigarette, and the crew's field affairs could take out Yuxi at hand, "It seems that you have had a good harvest recently." ”

Goatee smiled, "Because we're filming an anti-Japanese war drama." ”

Dialect: "? ”

At this time, the favorability of the dialect had already brushed to the vicinity of friendliness, so the goatee did not hide his words, "You don't know, there is a subsidy for filming anti-Japanese war dramas now, 300-1000 for a film." ”

Fang Yan scratched his head, "300-10 million? That's not much, the salary or something......"

"You don't understand that, do you?" Goatee raised his eyebrows, "According to our crew, a professional and accelerated anti-Japanese war drama, the salary of the leading actor is only 200,000 yuan, and the total salary of the supporting roles is not as much as the expenditure of the group performance, and even the dots in all aspects are about a million, and the shooting cycle is only one and a half months." ”

The goatee tilted his thumb and pointed to the chubby director's direction, "Our Director Pan has connections, he has passed the trial in a week, and he can count a drama for two months, and he can earn an average of 400 subsidies..... It's still smoked. ”

"Lying grass," Fang Yan was really foul at this time, "I said that why are there so many anti-Japanese war dramas, it turns out that there are still subsidies?" ”