Poor Heavenly Dao
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
For some reason, the moment Tong Ling wanted to play a trick on Wang Ling, his body felt like it was in the firm grip of an external force; an evil power manipulated his body, squeezing out his spirit energy unceasingly and shooting laser beams in all directions!
If this went on, Tong Ling felt that he would be drained dry very soon!
The Purple Flame Beam Cannon swept over the ground and kicked up dirt. The more the chief director watched this scene on the screen, the more he felt something wasn't right.
"Cut!"
The director called for a stop.
It was useless.
It seemed as if Mr Tong Ling had gotten carried away by his ego in the sky.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
"Mr Tong Ling seems to have lost control!"
Lost control?
Why would he lose control?
Such a haphazard attack which completely didn't follow the script already posed a threat to some of the extras in the green safe zone.