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Good news, Hua Lian has posted it.

Bad news, Mo Qiuyan suddenly felt that he should wait outside obediently.

What is this? It's so dazzling (dumb)

Ah! It's the light I give off as a light bulb!

…

Huacheng had a fight with the priests (excluding Xie Lian), and this time he used the Evil Life directly, and the Gold Foil Fan lost its role.

Mo Qiuyan: Ying

But when Xie Lian flashed forward and used his bare hands to dissipate the immense force exerted between Lang Qianqiu and Hua Cheng, she still gasped—even though she was a ghost and couldn't breathe.

"...Your Highness, be careful!"

…

The red flames of Ji Le Fang were blazing, and the panicked shouts of the ghosts busy putting out the fire pierced Mo Qiuyan's eardrums. She stood behind Hua Cheng, quietly observing his condition.

Hua Cheng looked up at the spot in the sky where Xie Lian disappeared. The atmosphere around him was a little depressing. "...I hurt His Highness." Hua Cheng bit his lip, looking uneasy.

Mo Qiuyan sighed softly, stepped forward and patted the other person's shoulder: "Your Highness will not blame you, this was not your intention."

During that short conversation, the crimson flames had been extinguished by the ghosts. A grain of ash, carrying a dying orange spark, passed across Hua Cheng's face. His expression was filled with regret, an emotion that only Xie Lian could evoke.

Hua Cheng raised his hand and sheathed the still humming Er Ming. He walked out while saying, "There was a change in Lang Qianqiu's eyes just now. I'm afraid he recognized Your Highness."

Mo Qiuyan recalled the plot and understood.

"Are you going to Xianjing to rob Minnan?"

Hua Cheng stumbled.

Mo Qiuyan smiled, his expression harmless, not realizing at all that he had just said anything violent.

"My old father is about to drop his little pearl~"

Huacheng: "This metaphor is a bit disgusting."

Mo Qiuyan: "Hey?"

Hua Cheng's depressed mood was unconsciously relieved a little.

Mo Qiuyan sometimes wondered whether the purpose of her coming to this world was to lighten the mood and make jokes.

"I can go with you..." Before Mo Qiuyan could finish her words, a spiritual message came and she had to answer it.

Urgent Work

The one who sent the spiritual communication was the manager of Yunfan Valley, who was mainly responsible for non-confidential matters and bringing back the valley master who was keen on slacking off outside to work seriously.

After calculating, she had been wandering around these days and had accumulated enough work that it was time for the manager to make some phone calls to get people.

If Mo Qiuyan doesn't go back to work in time, he will be nagged by the other party.

Mo Qiuyan once tried to threaten to fire the employee, but he was sad to find that the employee was not only conscientious and diligent, but also had strong business skills and high efficiency, so he could not find any excuse:-D.

This is a model worker!

Mo Qiuyan was silent.

She thought carefully about how much more nagging time would be added to the accumulated work if she insisted on following the next plot, and decisively gave up the Qi Rong plot.

That's it! I'll be back for the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet plot!

Work is all ００!!

Hua Cheng raised an eyebrow as he watched Mo Qiuyan being called away in a resentful manner, and with satisfaction he passed on a spiritual message to the manager.

"Well done."

The steward swallowed his saliva and trembled.

Ying.

Valley Master, I'm sorry, but Blood Rain Scholar is too terrifying...

A man named Hua raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Looks like a villain.

No one! Don’t disturb me and my brother!

…

When the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was about to begin, Mo Qiuyan finally completed all the work and even solved the tasks for the next period of time.

Mo Qiuyan (vomiting soul): Still better to go to college——

Of course, she had prepared the final surprise for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet half a year in advance, so everything went smoothly.

…

Xie Lian was stunned when Ming Yi, who was holding a chicken leg in her mouth, stuffed a wine glass into his mouth.

If there is really a priest who is willing...ah, they are eating, then it's okay.

The liquid in the glass swayed. Facing the gazes of the crowd, some expressing concern, some encouraging, and some watching the excitement, Xie Lian sighed softly and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. After suppressing the dizziness, he also looked towards the stage with everyone's gaze.

He has become accustomed to awkward situations after eight hundred years of trials and tribulations, so it doesn't matter if the story plays him as a supporting role or even a villain.

Then he was caught off guard by "Journey to the Half Moon Kingdom".

After all, it is one of the few storybooks in the past eight hundred years that features him as a positive character.

I saw that the actor who played Huacheng was still a little shy when holding "his" hand, and the slight feeling of embarrassment actually reappeared.

Xie Lian: I retract my previous statement.

"It's okay, Sanlang. As long as Giegie is okay, I'm glad."

"Ah, if I had known he was coming, I wouldn't have come."

"Ah, this little brother Nanfeng is so scary, will he hit me, giegie~ He's so fierce~ Unlike me - I only feel~ sad~ giegie——"

Xie Lian:.

Priests (Mask of Pain): Mais!

This is the Flower City?! You told me this is the Flower City?!

Are you sure it's not some grass city or tree city?!

The screenwriter is sick!

The Earth Master's chicken legs fell to the ground! In previous years, he would just stop eating!

Congratulations to everyone in Xianjing for successfully becoming a complete complainer (hands clasped together).

A certain Mo, who had given some pointers to the scripts of the merchants at Banyue Pass, kept his fame and achievements to himself.

Although everyone knows who the screenwriter is.

The priests' brains became dull after the shock and terror. Perhaps after tonight, Blood Rain Tanhua and Purple Mist Immortal Chaos would have another fight.

The protagonist of the finale of Yunfan Valley's special program is, as expected, the eloquent Xie Lian. The kind-hearted Mo Qiuyan carefully prepared a performance for him, "The Prince and the Ghost King: The Drunken Dead Butterfly Duo"

"Thump↗thumpthump↘thump↗thump↑thump↘~I can't fly out~this colorful world~it turns out I'm a~drunken undead butterfly~"

Jun Wu: “…”

The Yin music that created him suddenly began to attack his ears.

The old father held his forehead and suddenly felt that his migraine had never been so severe.

The thing he regretted most in his life was almost not killing Mo Qiuyan! !

Xie Lian looked away, trying hard to ignore the cheesy duet on the stage, one in red and one in white. Unfortunately, he failed. After the song ended, the enchanting tune still lingered in his mind.

After the actors on stage thanked him and left the stage, the curtain closed, and Xie Lian began to unconsciously imagine what Hua Cheng's expression would be when he saw these two plays.

I guess he will chase Qiu Yan and kill him with his life in danger.

At the same time, Xie Lian hopes that after seeing Hua Cheng, he can successfully control his mind (folded hands)

After all, this tune is too brainwashing!

Xie Lian ignored the hesitant glances from the priests around him, clenched his fist, placed it to his mouth, and coughed softly, "Ahahaha... the soup is here, why aren't you guys drinking it..."

…

Of course, the creator's performance was just the foreplay to this thrilling night. The following performance of the Three Thousand Bright Lanterns was the climax, where Xie Lian became the center of attention.

Like millions of fish swimming across the rivers and seas, several bright lights with clear and warm light illuminate half of the night sky, dazzling and brilliant, just like stars adorning the night sky.

This brightness lasts even after the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

Mo Qiuyan leaned on the pillar of the corridor in his own lotus pond. The pink and white lotus flowers in the lotus pond had not withered even after the flowering period, and were dyed bright orange under the light of the bright lights in the sky.

She works so much overtime every day and practices physical skills and swordsmanship, just to see these few scenes.

Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunion.

She took a sip of the lotus wine depressedly, not knowing whether she could return to the world of magic.

It's too much for her to take the person away before she's had enough fun!