Chapter 333: Slaughtering in All Directions

The photographer felt his face burning slightly.

He had his pride, after all. His position in the industry was firmly established.

Now that Jiang Xueli had spoken up like that, he still felt too embarrassed to bow his head to a little girl.

Even if Jiang Muye really was handsome, even if he really did bring the character to life, he couldn't lose face.

So the photographer put on a bland expression and retorted, "Just average, that's all. Besides, photography depends on his overall aura and movements. It's not like having a good face is enough."

"No, I think my brother has tremendous potential. He's the god of cosplay!" Jiang Xueli's eyes were full of admiration as she looked at Jiang Muye. She wasn't a match for the photographer's words at all.

The photographer, however, was dismissive. He thought Jiang Xueli was just putting on a brave front.

He had seen countless people in his time, and met so many models. Plenty of them were beautiful, but their sense of the camera was terrible.

When it came time to shoot, they turned dull and lifeless. No matter how much he guided them, they were like blocks of wood, and the photos came out as nothing but wasted film.

Not to mention that in the past, Jiang Muye had never done any cosplay shoots. Someone like that could never take a good photo.

A businessman was a businessman. What kind of work was he here to shoot! It was nothing more than name-dropping and hype, wanting a few more impressive-sounding titles. Beyond that, there wasn't a trace of respect for art.

The photographer didn't even look Jiang Muye in the eye. His nose was practically pointed at the sky.

Jiang Muye could naturally feel the amazement around him, but he didn't take it to heart. After all, ever since he was young, he'd been the face of the crowd, and countless girls had crushes on him.

The one thing he never lacked was praise for his looks.

When Jiang Muye stepped forward to meet the photographer, he found the man's expression toward him was far too contemptuous.

The photographer even glanced at his watch and said, "I'll give you three hours. If it shoots well, we shoot. If not, I'm leaving. No matter how much you beg me, I won't waste another minute."

Jiang Muye's brows knitted tightly, greatly displeased. "Do you overestimate your ability, or underestimate mine? What makes you think I'd beg you? I, Jiang Muye, have never begged anyone."

His voice was loud and clear.

Especially that arrogant bearing of his—it was incredibly biting.

The staff around them were already breaking out in cold sweats.

The man before them was a top photographer. Bad temper, sure, but his skill was high.

Plenty of people in the circle wanted to hire him for shoots, but he turned them all down. Especially since his works won awards and his covers sold out easily, every brand put up with his ability, even catering to his harsh demands.

No one had ever put the photographer in his place, but Jiang Muye confronted him head-on.

What was he supposed to do? It felt so satisfying to hear.

Which of the staff working with the photographer hadn't been angered by him, yet could only swallow it?

But Jiang Muye could disregard the photographer's status and tear into him without mercy. This made people both envious and admiring.

As expected of West City's number one, Young Master Jiang!

Who would dare give him attitude?

Only Jiang Muye could put the photographer in his place! Revenge was sweet!

Not only did Jiang Muye tear into him without mercy, but even Leng Ruoli began to stand on his side. Her eyes stared coldly at the photographer. "You take the money, you do the job. Whatever professional standards are required, you meet them."

She carried a murderous aura about her. It was clearly at odds with that delicate, beautiful face, yet no one dared to act out in front of her.

The photographer's breath caught, somewhat slain by her presence.

Originally, Leng Ruoli speaking up for Jiang Muye already gave him a lot of face. Not to mention Jiang Xueli standing up for him immediately, saying to the photographer, "My brother's look is so good. Even though it's his first time, I believe he's a talent-type player. Maybe in a bit you'll be begging him to shoot!"

The photographer was left somewhat sulky.

He wanted to retort, but found himself under the hostile gazes of two beauties, Leng Ruoli and Jiang Xueli.

He suddenly became very small.

He didn't dare move. He really didn't dare move.

He felt that if he kept yapping, he'd get beaten up.

The photographer could only step down himself, saying to Jiang Muye, "Fine. It's getting late. Let's start shooting now."

Seeing that the photographer wasn't going to keep making trouble, Jiang Muye got ready to start the shoot.

Jiang Xueli had gotten her styling done early—a red dress, just enough to form a strong contrast with Jiang Muye's white robes.

Jiang Xueli wore a forehead curtain of red and white beads in her hair, and a set of flowing water sleeves showed off her slender, graceful figure especially beautifully. Especially since her midriff was bare—that pretty water-snake waist made mouths water.

She was simply a beauty like jade, like a Heavenly Immortal.

She was radiant with spiritual qi, charming and lovely, and when she smiled, sweet dimples spread across her cheeks.

Just as Jiang Xueli was following the character's look from the book and getting ready to pose with Jiang Muye for the shoot, a staff member brought out a tiger-head parrot.

A very beautiful tiger-head parrot, silly and dopey—a fantastic prop.

Jiang Xueli pitched it to Jiang Muye. "This tiger-head parrot is called Lil' Dumbfeather in the book. It's Lord Aotian's pet."

She carefully tried to bring the little parrot over to Jiang Muye, but the parrot flapped its wings and flew straight up into the Bamboo Forest.

"How did the parrot fly so high? What do we do? We still need to shoot in a bit! This is an important prop!" Jiang Xueli was astonished.

The other staff members were panicking too. The parrot normally didn't fly much, but now it had flown so high, and no matter how they called, it wouldn't come down.

"Lil' Dumbfeather~ come down quick, don't go!" Jiang Xueli was anxious.

Some staff members had already gone to reach for the parrot with branches. The parrot was clearly startled, flapping its wings with every sign of flying far away.

"What do we do? We had such a hard time bringing it up here, so how did this go wrong? Why does it want to fly away~!" Jiang Xueli was miserable. She ran after the parrot.

But the parrot clearly wasn't listening to her.

Jiang Xueli strained her eyes watching, but there was no way to get the parrot down.

The other staff members were in a complete mess and couldn't think of a solution.

Some even sent out a bird-catching squad, but it was no use—it only made the parrot fly even farther.

Even Leng Ruoli was craning her neck, somewhat anxious. "What do we do? The parrot's flown away."

"I'll handle it." Jiang Muye had the System's "Monogatari" function.

Well, well. He'd been wondering how he'd ever use this skill.

Now it could come in handy.

Jiang Muye directly chose to use the "Monogatari" skill and began talking to the parrot.

Jiang Muye: 【Come down. We won't hurt you.】

Parrot: 【Stupid human, you're trying to trick me again.】

When Jiang Muye made those strange sounds, Jiang Xueli was astonished and amazed. "Brother, are you talking to the bird?"

But the photographer burst out laughing. "Haha, that's hilarious. You think this parrot will listen to you? Don't be stupid. Even if it understands, it'd understand Chinese."

A moment later he was glared at by Leng Ruoli. "You know so much—how about you do it? Let's see how you get the parrot down."

Leng Ruoli's icy words left the photographer with egg on his face.

But the photographer scoffed dismissively. "No matter how much he imitates bird calls, there's no way he'll get the bird down. If he can get the parrot down, I'll do ten somersaults right here. If he can't get the bird down, then he does somersaults for me!"