Chapter 205 Filming Completed
With the winter snow melting and all the scenes in Yunshan completed, the "Legend of the Dragon" crew moved on to the next filming location.
After filming continued for another month, the second male lead had his final scene.
In the great war between immortals and demons, the immortal army pressed in. The elder of Jade Floating Mountain pushed the demon prisoners towards the gate of the demon realm. The prisoners lost their footing and fell to their knees with a thud.
The immortal elder pressed down on the captive's head: "A dignified Demon Lord, yet you prefer to hide in caves! Mo Yu, if you don't come out within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, I'll break both of your men's arms; if you don't come out within two incense sticks' worth, I'll break both of their legs. If you still don't come out, I'm sorry, I'll have to leave you with only a mutilated corpse!"
At this moment, Mo Yu was already poisoned. Upon hearing this, he forcibly circulated his internal energy. The elder was laughing smugly when his captive suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist!
Behind the dark gate, Mo Yu's voice remained unchanged: "Since he's destined not to live, let him die a quick death."
The elder was sprayed with blood, turned around, and looked at the sect leader in bewilderment.
A few days ago, they received news that Mo Yu had been poisoned by a scheme. This was a golden opportunity to wipe out the demon race. They planned overnight and dared to mobilize all their forces.
I never imagined this demon would be so ruthless, capable of killing even his closest subordinates! And I never imagined his skill was so profound, still possessing such power to spare!
Elder: "Very well, as expected of the Demon Lord. I have two more guests here. Please take a look and see if you need to give them a quick death as well."
Several celestial envoys led two women to the boundary gate. One woman was over seventy years old, and the other had white hair. Upon seeing them, Mo Yu suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood!
The two women were a mother and daughter. When he was a child, they took him home from the riverbank and cared for him when he was frail. He called them Mother and Sister, and spent a peaceful and gentle time with them.
Later, upon discovering his abnormality, his mother and elder sister chose to abandon him. This was also the main factor that led him to become a demon.
Whether Mo Yu was anxious or resentful was irrelevant to the Immortal Clan. The Immortal Clan captured them to cause emotional fluctuations in Mo Yu and accelerate the invasion of the poison.
After a long silence from inside, the elder and the sect leader exchanged a glance, knowing that the matter was largely settled: "Mo Yu, you now have two options: first, surrender and hand over the Heavenly Dragon Sword; second, wait inside to die!"
Mo Yu remained silent. The sect leader, assuming he was seriously injured, ordered a full-scale attack. However, just as they were about to storm in, a tornado suddenly swept across the sky. Immediately afterward, billowing demonic energy rose from the Demon Eye, blotting out the sun and turning day into night!
"So the so-called 'immortals with the world in their hearts' are just scoundrels who can take hostages at will. So the so-called 'righteous path' is simply using any means necessary to get what you want. Hahaha—"
The immortals looked up and saw a human figure appear above the demonic eye, surrounded by countless wraiths roaring and surging. The intense pressure was so great that even the lesser immortals with shallow cultivation could not stand still.
The elders and the sect leader sensed the demonic energy, and alarm bells rang in their hearts.
—This demon actually used the demonic vein to forcibly increase his cultivation level! It will indeed increase his combat power in the short term, but once the effect wears off, not only will the demons' demonic energy be depleted, but Mo Yu will also explode and die!
He was clearly planning to take them all down with him!
The elders were terrified, their eyes wide with horror, and the sect leader's face showed a fear he had never seen before. Mo Yu watched these expressions with amusement and laughed heartily.
What followed was a brutal war.
Mo Yu alone almost wiped out the Immortal Clan, leaving thousands of miles of scorched earth and ten thousand miles of blood.
Just as Mo Yu was about to go berserk and even attack his mother and sister, the male and female leads finally arrived and brought him back to his last shred of clarity.
In the end, Mo Yu died in Meng Yun's arms.
“I’m sorry, I broke my promise,” Mo Yu said, looking at Meng Yun. “From now on, I’ll be your little slave.”
Mo Yu's prototype is a dragon. A thousand years later, a couple often appeared in the marketplace. The man was upright and honest, while the woman was quirky and mischievous, and they both wore a small dragon-shaped doll around their waists.
"Cut!" Gao Yifeng was so engrossed in the actors' performances that he didn't yell "Cut!" for a full minute. "That shot was great. Congratulations to Mo Yu on wrapping up filming!"
Xia Mian climbed out of Jiang Chun's arms and squatted on the ground for a while before snapping out of character. He wiped away the tears that hadn't quite dried from the corners of his eyes, stood up, and was suddenly shoved a bouquet of flowers in front of his face.
Then came two, three bouquets, along with gift bags: "Congratulations, Teacher Xia, on wrapping up filming!"
"Teacher Xia, don't forget us in the future!"
Many people in the crew prepared gifts for him, but Gao Yifeng went even further, ordering him a huge three-tiered cake!
Xia Mian is easygoing and generous. During his time on set, he often treated everyone to meals and milk tea. From the main cast and crew to the junior staff, everyone liked him.
"Thank you, thank you so much. I'll definitely never forget it, after all, this is my first film..."
Xia Mian wanted to say that this was his first drama, but remembering the original owner's past mistakes, he quickly changed his words: "A drama that won't have a bad ending."
"Hahaha, I wish Teacher Xia all the best, may she get so many good books she can't hold them all, and may she rise to higher positions!"
"Wishing Teacher Xia the Best Supporting Actor award this year, and the Best Actor and Best Actor awards next year, so he can have three babies in two years!"
"Alright, stop fooling around," Gao Yifeng said, stopping them as they got more and more out of control. "Hurry up and open the cake, don't delay the afternoon's filming."
The boisterous young people stuck out their tongues, stuffed gifts into Xia Mian's hands, and casually asked him for a hug.
Next came cutting the cake, eating the cake, signing autographs for everyone, and taking wrap-up photos. Xia Mian got his only photo since joining the crew, standing right in the middle of the crowd, smiling incredibly brightly in the picture.
With less than a month left before filming wrapped, the director didn't arrange a separate wrap party for him.
“After we finish filming, I’ll find a place, and you can free up your schedule so we can have a good get-together,” Gao Yifeng said as he saw Xia Mian off outside the base. “Xia, thank you for bringing the most perfect Mo Yu to life in my mind.”
“It’s what I should do,” Xia Mian said.
“You have great talent,” Gao Yifeng patted him on the shoulder. “Remember, stay humble and avoid arrogance. You will definitely have a bright future.”
In an era where traffic is king, Xia Mian wouldn't have to worry about making a living just with her looks, let alone having the Zhou family's backing.
He could have suffered less and endured less hardship, but he still put in 1,000 or 10,000 percent effort into every job.
Sincerity is precious.
What Gao Yifeng didn't know was that the so-called talent was actually the acting knowledge he learned during his trainee period. As an artist, Xia Mian wasn't exceptionally gifted; she simply had more experience and worked harder than the original owner of this body, nothing more.
"I've got it. Thank you for the guidance, Director Gao."
"What's with all this advice? Let's go, I'm heading back too. Call or WeChat if you need anything." Gao Yifeng waved to Xia Mian, who obediently closed the car window.
As the car drove away, Xia Mian noticed through the rearview mirror that the old man was wiping away tears.
From initially looking down on each other to eventually feeling reluctant to part, the chemistry between people is always so wonderful.
Xia Mian let out a long sigh. Just then, Chestnut asked, "Boss, where are we going?"
"What's the next itinerary?" Xia Mian suddenly forgot.
"It's your private trip, Fashion Week."
Dongyu did not receive an invitation to Fashion Week; the brand organizer only sent an invitation to Xia Mian's personal email address, hence the term "private trip."
"Let's head back to Longxi first. Three days of Fashion Week, we'll be busy..."
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