[Script Painter: It seems that there are some new things that I can try.]
This was an actor: people should indeed try new things, but at the same time, they had to consider and care about the feelings of the people around them. Miss Ying Lili, An Yilun probably wouldn't want you to step into that circle, right?
The scriptwriter replied,"I-I have nothing to do with him!" Don't talk nonsense! Wait, how did An Ran Sang know about An Yilun?
Ying Lili was startled and suddenly felt a little flustered. Could it be that An Ran Sang had a virtual creation of his world? No, it can't be! There were no aliens or ninjas in his world, and there were no Void or Death God. It should not be possible for it to become a virtual creation, right?
In the next moment, this feeling of panic came true.
[Hint: This is an actor who uploaded his work," Ways to Cultivate a Passerby Female Lead."]
This was how an actor knew.
Script artist:
[Hidden Rain Village's Angel: Ying Lili, are you alright?]
Fairy Chi Lian, are you alright?
Script Artist: Good, very good. There's nothing wrong with me. There's nothing between me and that guy. We're not even friends. I'm fine, I'm really fine.
Hidden Rain Village's angel said,"You don't sound like you're fine at all."
Fairy Chi Lian,"You don't have to pretend to be strong in front of us."
This was an actor-if he was sad, he could cry. This was also a way for humans to vent their emotions.
Script artist: No, I won't cry!
Fairy Chi Lian thought,"It's alright."
The angel from Hidden Rain Village thought,'To be able to speak in such a tsundere tone means that the matter is not serious.'
Script artist: Ahhhh, I'm not a tsundere! Don't listen to Ah Yin's nonsense!
This is an actor: I'm really glad you came out so soon. But trust me, your tone is indeed textbook tsundere.
Script artist: An Ran Sang, why are you also…Forget it, it's mainly because I've read Ah Yin and Sister Xiao Nan's story. Compared to them, my little thing is not worth mentioning.
This is an actor, you don't have to think that way. Now that Xiao Nan's fate had changed, knowing the plot was equivalent to having the power of foresight. It shouldn't be difficult to change his ending, right?
Script Artist: No, it's not the same. Whether it was Ah Yin or Sister Xiao Nan, their original fates were pushed forward by others, so they had developed the will to resist. However, I am not. Even if I tried my best, that guy would not choose me in the end. Since that was the case, there was no need to force it.
[Hidden Rain Village's Angel: Ying Lili, I support you!]
Fairy Chi Lian,"Yes!" Such an indecisive man is not worthy of being with our Ying Lili.
Was there no need to force it?
Looking at Ying Lili's message, the corners of Aizen's mouth curled up. These group members were indeed more interesting than he had imagined.
Originally, he just wanted to divert Ying Lili's attention from Danmei. Of course, it wasn't that he hated indulgence. He just didn't want to become a member of the Danmei manga one day.
After all, in his previous life, Aizen and Maruyin had countless fans. It was hard to say if Ying Lili would be interested in drawing a picture of him one day. If that happened, it would be uncomfortable.
However, the development of the matter had exceeded his expectations. Whether it was the atmosphere in the group or Ying Lili's personal awareness, it gave him a wonderful experience.
This was the feeling of a family. It was not bad.
Retracting her thoughts, Lan Ran turned her gaze to the boy beside her. "Are you satisfied with the taste of the dumplings in this shop? Weasel."
The boy looked about nine to ten years old, and his long black hair was tied into a ponytail. The string of dumplings of various colors in his hand was stuffed into his mouth.
Weasel nodded lightly when he heard Aizen's words. "It's delicious."
"Even if it's delicious, you can't eat too much.”Lan Zan smiled and reached out to touch his head. "Too much carbs will make people fat.”
Weasel was stunned and stopped what he was doing. "Brother Aizen, Zhishui has been on bad terms with the people in the clan recently.”
"Is that so?" Lan Zan did not ask much and only sighed slightly.
After a moment of silence, Weasel said softly,"Can't the village and the family coexist peacefully?"”
"In a limited living space, humans will instinctively ask for more as their desires expand. The seeds of doubt and suspicion sprouted, and thus all kinds of contradictions and differences were born.”
Lan Ran seemed to be answering the other party's question, but also seemed to be sighing. "If we want to completely solve this problem, we have to have a sufficiently powerful external force to suppress them and force them to unite again. Or until one side was completely destroyed.”
"I don't wish for the village or any of the clans to be destroyed.”Weasel's voice was bitter. "But it's impossible for a powerful external force to appear, right?”
In Itachi's opinion, a strong external force would mean that the five Ninja Villages would start a war again. Even though there were many small skirmishes, the various Ninja Villages had a tacit understanding to maintain peace on the surface. It was impossible for a war to break out in the near future.
"If you don't have it now, then go and create it yourself.”Aizen's tone was calm, and his eyes under the transparent lenses revealed confidence. "Weasel, are you willing to bear this sin of arrogance with me?”
Weasel's expression faltered as if he had understood something. His face was filled with disbelief. "Brother Aizen, you…"
Uchiha Weasel never thought that his brother, who was both a teacher and a friend, would say such words. Was it really possible to create a powerful force that could threaten Mu Ye? And why did he do that?
At this moment, Weasel's heart was filled with curiosity and confusion.
"Of course, I won't ask you to believe me.”"I just want you to place your wishes and expectations on me. If you are ready, then come with me.”
He watched as Aizen's figure gradually disappeared into the distance. Weasel gritted his teeth and quickly followed.
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