Romantic.
Qian Cangyi noticed this distinctive choice of words.
From every aspect, the actions of the emergency society had nothing to do with romance.
"Romantic?" Qian Jiangyue tilted her head.
"Really possible?" Little Drilling Wind didn't believe it.
Could actors really confront Hell's Movie?
Even the relationship between a mouse and a cat was extremely difficult to break, let alone creatures from different life dimensions.
That's assuming Hell's Movie is indeed a creature.
No matter how one thought about it, the actors' chances of winning were never greater than zero.
Absolutely impossible!
Xuan Zhi spread his arms wide, stepped back two paces, and spun around:
"Isn't it precisely because it's impossible that it seems romantic?"
"It's like a tiny slave mustering the courage to throw a punch with all his might at a slave owner when facing death."
Xuan Zhi's words put Qian Cangyi on high alert.