Chapter: 29

"Just work hard?" Xue Lingqiao glanced at her lightly, "Is there no threshold for an actor to enter the industry?"

"Hey, don't you think I really have no acting skills? I'm a little bit inferior, but I'm just humble and self-cultivated. Do you really believe it? Who can't act?" Tian Jingzhi said while making corresponding expressions, "Happy! Angry Sorrow! Joy! How is it?"

Xue Lingqiao simply turned her head and did not comment .

Tian Jingzhi persisted, "How is it? Are you stunned by my superb acting skills!"

Xue Lingqiao was really stunned by her exaggerated and contrived performance, and said euphemistically: "You just want to be happy."

Tian Jingzhi is very unhappy now! She has finally met a man who can't chat better than Feng Dongdong!

Xue Lingqiao returned the script to her, and commented lightly, "You are a good character, and if you play it well, you will be a tragic hero."

"Don't you think it's exaggerated?"

"It's because you acted too exaggeratedly."

"What's your attitude!" Tian Jingzhi dropped the script, was so disturbed that he didn't even think about the role at all, and was going to open Weibo to feel the superficial and rough love of otaku. The screen of the laptop stayed on the forum talking about the male god of the library, and she said "ha" speechlessly, "You really are not exaggerated."

Seeing her move to close, Xue Lingqiao stopped in time, "Don't close that page, I'm trying to find a way to contact someone."

Tian Jingzhi didn't believe it, "Is there anyone you know alive? It's better to ask a celestial master to summon the soul."

"An unknown person, but her great-great-grandfather may have known me."

"ha?"

"Someone replied after the post that I am exactly the same as the person in a painting of her great-grandfather. If this is true, it may be that I had friendship with her great-grandfather more than a hundred years ago. So I want to contact her, See if her great-great-grandfather has any other relics that might lead me to my enemy."

Tian Jingzhi snorted softly, "Oh, writing a script, what a coincidence."

She picked up the script again, and the more she read it, the more disturbed she became. The female number two in the play is a monster, but she is not a monster, how can she know what the monster is thinking? Looking at Xue Lingqiao, Tian Jingzhi's heart sank, yes, there really is a monster in her family.

Tian Jingzhi coughed twice: "Xue Monster, let me interview you, how did you become so immortal?"

"I repeat, I'm human, I'm not..."

"Got it, got it, you are human, you are human, I have said it eight hundred times, you have a small air." Tian Jingzhi interrupted him impatiently, " Nowadays Do you know?! Hurry up and answer my question first, Monster Xue.”

Xue Lingqiao asked back, "Don't you want to know about me?"

Tian Jingzhi argued, "I don't want to know about you and your enemy. Besides, for the sake of art, I can make sacrifices."

Xue Lingqiao carefully checked Tian Jingzhi's expression, saw her sitting cross-legged, looking at herself seriously, finally nodded, and slowly fell into the memories of the long past.

For Xue Lingqiao, it was not a pleasant memory.

More than five hundred years ago, he was a high-spirited noble son in Xue's mansion, with a noble background and parents who loved him. The cause of the incident was that he was bitten by a clouded leopard when he went hunting in the mountains. After he had a high fever, he fell into a coma and the wound began to turn black and rot.