When Party B's screenwriter's complaints became reality, she and Party A were thrown into the bloody script written by herself.
"Mr. Lu, did you kill this Republic of China spy war script again?" Lin Xiao's forced smile almost froze.
"The logic doesn't make sense, the character is flat, and there's nothing new." Lu Chenzhou didn't even raise his head.
Lin Xiao roared crazily in his heart: If you have the ability, you can act it yourself!
The next second, the ceiling spun - they literally fell into the script.
She possesses the miraculous ability of "following her words", but she is locked with the most difficult Party A.
In the spy war of the Republic of China, she gave a cold-faced agent a love brain; in the sadomasochism of the fairy tale, she turned her master into a slave; in the post-apocalyptic zombie siege, her words "This virus is actually afraid of lemon tea" made all the villains in the city sour and autistic.
And the picky Director Lu was using Excel to analyze the energy conversion efficiency of the immortal cultivation technique.
"Lin Xiao," he looked up from the pile of zombies, his glasses were not crooked, "your ability usage efficiency is too low, I made an optimization model."
When the two finally returned to reality, what awaited them was a bigger conspiracy.
Lin Xiao looked at those who had bullied them and smiled.
"Mr. Lu, this scene——"
"Act according to your script." He loosened his tie, "I will cooperate."
