The light shone on Qiao Weiyang.
They hit the clapperboard.
And filming began.
Qiao Weiyang, who was dressed in white and had long hair, jumped down from the second floor. Her figure was light, and her movements were agile.
As she moved, the long dress clung to her curves, showing a charming and pure combination.
As she stood on the table, a tail appeared behind her.
"Monster!"
"Fox!"
"Catch her!"
A group of people rushed toward her.
The sharp arrows shot over one by one.
Qiao Weiyang pulled out her sword and caught the arrows, knocking them to the ground.
The people around her were stunned. They pulled out their swords and attacked her.
Qiao Weiyang's longsword danced in the air, knocking off all these people's longswords.
"Who else?" With a smile, her usually cold face was now completely different.
Her smile…
It was three parts charm, three parts innocence, and four parts cruel.
