Under the joint "mediating" efforts of the director and screenwriter, Mu Xing ultimately suppressed her anger and prepared to reshoot.
She walked back to her position before the shoot, took several deep breaths, and only then managed to forcibly suppress the urge to confront Lu Cheng on the spot.
Her eyes, at this moment, became exceptionally focused and... sharp!
"Good! Very good!"
"Suddenly parachuting in, and you all help him."
"That means he's a connected individual, right?"
"I refuse to believe that I, a professional, can't handle you!"
"This time, I must strike you! I want to see how you continue to act! See how you change the script again!"
She calculated her sword-drawing timing silently in her heart, preparing to catch Lu Cheng off guard and leave him no possibility of any impromptu "adding scenes"!
..."Action!"
With Director Director Wang's command, filming began again!
This time, Mu Xing's offensive was clearly more fierce and faster than last time!
The longsword in her hand, under her dance, seemed to transform into a silver lightning bolt, every move targeting Lu Cheng's vital points, the sword's edge exuding chilling coldness!
Lu Cheng, however, still maintained his effortless demeanor, his movements ghostly, twisting and turning, always managing to evade her fatal attacks by a hair's breadth.
Soon, the crucial moment finally arrived!
Just as Lu Cheng, following his previous movements, floated down from a height, seemingly "unsteady on his feet"!
Mu Xing, however, did not slowly stab out that sword according to the plot, as she had done before.
She seized this once-in-a-lifetime "flaw" before Lu Cheng could steady himself!
Her eyes flashed, and she drew her sword early!
The sword speed was more than a notch faster than before!
The retractable prop soft sword cut a sharp arc in the air, and with a "poof"!
It precisely pierced Lu Cheng's right shoulder!
She succeeded!
Mu Xing looked at the prop sword embedded in his shoulder, and a feeling of vengeful satisfaction instantly surged in her heart!
"Hmph! Aren't you changing the scene?"
"Aren't the director and screenwriter speaking up for you?"
"But you still couldn't dodge it, could you? Let's see how you add scenes now!"
"Just honestly act according to the script, you!"
...In front of the monitor, Director Director Wang's heart almost leaped out of his throat when he saw this scene!
He sprang up from his chair with a "whoosh"!
His plump face was filled with panic and... fear!
"Holy cow! This is bad! Something big has happened!"
"Why is this little miss still holding a grudge?!"
"Did she really stab this lord?"
"Although it's a prop sword and won't hurt anyone, if this makes this lord unhappy and he blames me..."
"Can I still be a director?!"
He was about to shout "Cut" regardless of the consequences and then go up to profusely apologize to Lu Cheng.
However, before he could utter the word "Cut."
Lu Cheng, who had been stabbed, turned his head and began his performance?
He still didn't show a pained expression as written in the script.
Nor did he show any anger or dissatisfaction towards Mu Xing because of this "unexpected" sword.
He just... quietly turned his head and looked at her.
Beneath that mysterious silver mask, there was no anger, no pain in his eyes, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.
There was only a kind of... a chilling calmness that made Mu Xing's hair stand on end... He slowly raised his left hand, and unlike last time, he directly grasped the cold blade!
Then, under Mu Xing's incredulous gaze, he suddenly exerted force!
"Swish!"
He actually, so casually, "pulled" the longsword out of his shoulder!
And then, taking advantage of Mu Xing's confusion, he exerted force with his hand!
The sword was easily snatched from her hand by Lu Cheng!
Mu Xing looked at his eyes and even wondered if this guy was genuinely angry?
Why was he so sensitive to teasing!
...The situation in the scene was completely reversed in that instant!
This time, Lu Cheng not only added to the scene but also reversed their positions.
If the director didn't call "cut," then the performance still needed to continue.
Now it was Mu Xing's turn... So, Lu Cheng, holding the longsword, step by step forced the unarmed Mu Xing into a corner.
Leaving her in a completely bewildered state!
She had never expected it to develop like this!
This man... he was truly strange!!
Lu Cheng approached step by step, and the longsword in his hand slowly rose with him.
The gleaming tip of the sword pointed directly at her neck.
Mu Xing subconsciously closed her eyes, her heart in her throat, waiting for the cold blade to press against her throat.
"You want to act out a counter-kill scene, do you? I'll play along!"
However, nothing.
The anticipated cold sensation did not come.
She felt that the cold blade did not stop at her throat.
Instead... it continued to slide slowly downwards, with a hint of humiliation.
Gliding over her gracefully curved collarbone... gliding over her high, full, slightly rising chest... Finally!
It stopped at the silken sash around the waist of her ancient costume... the sash that held all her clothes together.
The tip of the sword only needed to flick upwards slightly.
And it could completely sever that sash, which symbolized her last line of defense.
And the clothes she was wearing... This was not a threat to her life!
But another kind of... humiliation that made her tremble even more.
Although she was wearing undergarments beneath the ancient costume, so there was no risk of exposure.
But to be undressed in such a manner, in front of everyone, by someone else?
Mu Xing's fair face instantly turned crimson with extreme shame!
At this moment, Lu Cheng's sword tip rested lightly on Mu Xing's silken waist sash, motionless, as if taunting her.
Mu Xing bit her lip, filled with shame and indignation, but couldn't utter a single word.
She knew she had lost.
From the moment this man effortlessly snatched her sword and pointed its blade at her sash, she had already lost completely.
This man had, once again, outmaneuvered her in their scene...