Lin Muci decided she had to enter the Acting Space to take a look.
The Acting Space was something she had exchanged with her points.
It seemed it wasn't a waste.
It had so many functions.
She smiled broadly.
The little system meekly complied. Lin Muci, with a decisive move, took out her eye mask.
She politely and courteously told the flight attendant that she needed to rest and asked the diligent attendant not to disturb her. Then, she immediately closed her eyes, and in a turn of thought, directly entered the Acting Space!
...
"Do you understand what it feels like to be abused for ten lifetimes?"
It seemed like someone was sighing softly by her ear, or perhaps it was just a trivial illusion of hers. And when Lin Muci opened her eyes again—
In an instant, her entire being, soul and body, trembled. She was startled.
"Qian... Qian He?"
It was... it was Ling Qian He, wasn't it?
His gaze was lowered, looking at her faintly. His face was still the same face, but there wasn't the slightest hint of joy or sorrow to be seen. There was only an endless, indifferent feeling.
The corners of his lips curved upwards slightly, as if in a fleeting, disdainful cold sneer.
He was holding a broken sword.
Then he pointed it at her.
"Speak, what is your purpose in approaching me?"
It was too realistic. All of this, too realistic.
As expected of the Acting Space, it was this realistic, even a hundred times more real than acting.
Lin Muci took a deep breath, unsure of what to do. The little system quietly prompted her in her mind.
"Follow the main storyline and adapt as you go."
"Remember, you are here to act. Follow the plot that has already unfolded, and don't break character!"
But what was the plot—she hadn't even finished reading it before being thrown in here.
Lin Muci grumbled inwardly but could do nothing.
And why was it Ling Qian He again?
Why was it this face again!
Looking at this face, she really couldn't take it seriously anymore.
She would break character!
This guy was so fierce yet so vulnerable.
Looking at him, she was always reminded of his moods: sometimes fierce, sometimes tearful, sometimes sweet, sometimes cold.
In other words, acting with your husband, with your own man, had this drawback.
It was hard to get into character.
She was still silently complaining.
The man opposite her grabbed her hair—her hair was long and of excellent quality.
Precisely because of this, being grabbed like that made the pain unbearable.
She stared at him blankly, reminding herself that this was just a script character wearing Ling Qian He's face.
She made a request in her mind.
"Can you change your appearance?"
The little system hesitated.
"It's not impossible... but who do you want to change into? And it requires ten thousand points. Host, you must think carefully!"
Ten thousand points...
Forget it, it was better to let him continue with Ling Qian He's face.
Lin Muci sighed, suppressing the messy thoughts deep in her heart, and then did her best to be a dedicated actor.
"I have no purpose."
She raised her head to look at him with all her might, trying to make her expression as sincere as possible. Then Lin Muci said:
"I have no purpose in approaching you."
Ling Qian He, or rather, in the script, he was the future top demon lord Ling Qian He, clearly didn't believe her.
He sneered.
"Do you think I'll believe you?"
"Is my stepmother so worried?"
"Even in this state, she still wants to plant a spy by my side. What, does she think that after you served me in the side courtyard for three years, I would develop any pity for you?"
"She had my good brother seize my spiritual veins, dig out my spiritual bones, destroy my foundation, turn me into a cripple, and then abandon me in this Great Wilderness to fend for myself."
"Even so, she still sends people? What, to watch me get devoured inch by inch by fierce beasts, to watch my soul scatter in excruciating pain?"
His eyes and brows were full of mockery.
The young man held his sword, but his fingers trembled slightly, and bloodstains seeped from his fingertips.
And his face, though it was Ling Qian He's peerlessly elegant face, looked extremely indifferent.
The corners of his lips trembled slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
His lips were as white as snow.
The extreme, sharp youth, yet possessed a face that evoked pity. He was exquisitely handsome and enduring, his eyes the most beautiful in the heavens and earth. Even with his cold, merciless demeanor, his naturally upturned outer eye corners gave him an infinite charm.
But he stared coldly at Lin Muci.
His expression was ferocious!
"Stop looking into my eyes."
"What, do you think it's satisfying for you, this lowly little maidservant, to see your once-high-and-mighty master fallen into such a state?"
"Look again, and I'll gouge out your eyes."
"Even if I'm devoured by fierce beasts, you'll die before me!"
"When the fierce beasts arrive, I'll just push you out!"
"Hmph, there's no way out of this Vast Marsh Great Wilderness. My stepmother never intended for you to leave here alive!"
"You're just a ridiculous pawn."
His mockery was mixed with a pallor of three parts to four, for his spiritual veins had been crippled, his spiritual bones dug out. He was merely an empty shell, his divine artifacts stolen. In his hand was just a piece of the lowest-grade scrap metal.
His situation was precarious.
The more he blustered, the more it revealed his outward strength was a facade.
Lin Muci really wanted to explain that this little maidservant was clearly not a spy.
She had read the script. According to the synopsis, this young girl seemed to be there to prevent him from becoming a demon, and would likely save him—but then again, villains were usually extreme and unreasonable.
She guessed he wouldn't listen to anything she said.
She could only silently shut her mouth.
She asked the little system.
"What exactly am I supposed to do?"
"According to the plot, to save him, should I try to find medicinal herbs for him in this Vast Marsh Great Wilderness right now?"
"This Acting Space is truly lifelike."
"This character is too real, and every reaction... Ling Qian He himself is this tsundere, stubborn type. Even if he were to act himself, it wouldn't be much better. So you really used him as a template?"
"You extracted his acting formula to create such a vivid, abused male lead?"
The little system, wiping sweat from its brow, continued to reply cautiously and fearfully.
"Yes... yes."
"We did use Ling Qian He's template... Host, you've interacted with him so much. If it were someone else, they couldn't be this lifelike."
"You can find him herbs, or find him some spirit beast meat to roast for him. Anyway, you have to take care of him and not let him die in the Vast Marsh Great Wilderness. Then, you also have to find a way to lead him out."
Lin Muci sighed.
"It's that troublesome?"
"How do I have the ability to do that?"
The little system hesitated for a moment before telling her.
"The you in the plot... you do."
"Host, you can do it."
"Only you can save him!"