I'm not a theatre god

The clown finally couldn't help but open his mouth and stuffed the meat bun in his hand into it in one bite.

Chen Ling didn't see clearly how his little mouth stuffed the meat bun in one go. Just when he was in a daze, the clown just chewed it slightly, and his bulging cheeks returned to normal, and he continued to look at Chen Ling eagerly.

Gulu——

The thunderous sound continued to come from his belly.

"...Not full?" Chen Ling asked tentatively.

The clown lowered his head, as if he was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to speak at all, but his stomach that continued to growl had already answered for him.

In desperation, Chen Ling returned to the breakfast shop and bought him five buns in one go.

But before Chen Ling could finish the change, the clown took another bite, and the five big meat buns disappeared in an instant... He turned around and was about to say something, when he saw the clown's beady eyes, and continued to look innocently Hold him.

Chen Ling:......

Chen Ling remembered that according to the master, the clown was the only one who ate from a "bucket" in the Xi Dao Guzang.

Seeing this, Chen Ling simply took out a banknote and slapped it on the table. The shop owner was stunned.

"I want all the buns in your store. Pack them for me."

"...Okay, okay."

The shop owner immediately called on several helpers, who all put down what they were doing and came to help him pack the buns. More than a dozen baskets of buns were picked off in stacks, and the chefs were sweating profusely.

After a long time, Chen Ling, carrying two large bags full of steamed buns, walked with the clown to the other side of the street, attracting side glances from the surrounding pedestrians.

"Eaaah!"

The clown took one bun at a time and showed them off in just a few minutes.

When the last bun was in his belly, the clown finally patted his belly with satisfaction and let out a loud burp.

Chen Ling looked at him like he was looking at a monster.

He couldn't understand how such a small body could accommodate so many buns... Could it be that his stomach was connected to another space?

When the clown noticed Chen Ling's gaze, he suddenly looked like a child who had done something wrong. He lowered his head and walked silently beside him. He glanced around from the corner of his eye from time to time, as if he was planning to find an opportunity to slip away.

"Don't be so nervous...I won't eat you." Chen Ling saw what he was thinking. She was afraid that he would run away so quickly that she wouldn't be able to catch up, so she immediately said, "You were chasing me before." I won’t pursue my matter anymore.”

"Eh?"

The clown looked up at him, as if he still didn't believe it.

"Am I still alive? And you have already apologized to me." Chen Ling shrugged, "Since we are all people who play Dao Guzang, there is no need to hold on to the past..."

Hearing this, Harlequin's eyes gradually lit up, but Chen Ling's next words made him slightly stunned.

"But you have to tell me, why did you insist on killing me then?"

Chen Ling was indeed hostile to the Harlequin at first. After all, he almost died at the hands of the Harlequin. However, after a period of contact, he found that this little guy was indeed not bad, and even just cute... He could not dwell on the past. But there was something he had to figure out.

The clown tilted his head and thought for a while, stretched out his hands and made babbling gestures for a long time, but Chen Ling didn't understand what he meant.

"Can you write?"

Chen Ling walked to the roadside and picked up a branch for him.

The clown held the branch and scratched his head in a daze, as if he was trying to remember something... After half a minute, he started writing crookedly on the ground.

--master.

Seeing these two words, Chen Ling froze on the spot.

"Master?" Chen Ling frowned unconsciously, "You mean... Master asked you to kill me?"

"Yeah." The clown nodded, then shook his head quickly, gesticulating vigorously for a long time, trying to explain something very complicated to him, and finally seemed to get so angry that he stamped his feet on the ground.

Chen Ling:......

Chen Ling looked at the crooked word "Master" on the ground and had no idea for a long time... But he could be sure that the master had no murderous intentions towards him. Otherwise, there was no need for him to save him in Liu Town, let alone teach him how to play. Tao secret method, so what's going on with this so-called "master wants to kill himself"?

Chen Ling thought about it for a long time, but still didn't understand what the clown meant. Knowing that it was impossible to get more information from the other party, she let out a long sigh in her heart.

"By the way...did you get white ash on two people in my room? Is it the one that blocked my skills before?" Chen Ling was about to leave with Harlequin, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, "Can you kill them remotely?" Has the ban been lifted? They are not bad people, they are also members of the Twilight Society."

The clown was startled for a moment, and then seemed to remember this matter. He tapped one hand on the palm of the other, showing a look of sudden realization!

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!"

He patted his head with one hand, as if he was annoyed that he had forgotten this, and stretched out his hand to grab the void twice. Two faint white air penetrated into the palm of his hand, and with a touch of his palm, it returned. into the white ash on his nose.

He was busy sending those two people to Chen Ling, but he forgot to unblock them!

"Hey!" The clown made a "success" gesture to Chen Ling.

"..." Chen Ling smiled helplessly, "Fortunately you didn't kill them, otherwise this would have made a big fuss..."

The clown immediately shook his head. He pointed to the word "Master" on the ground, wiped his neck with his hands, put his hands on his chest and made a "no" gesture.

Chen Ling said in surprise, "You mean, Master won't let you kill people casually?"

"Hey!" The clown nodded seriously.

"No wonder……"

Chen Ling took Harlequin back to the auction lounge.

After the clown was discovered by Chen Ling, he stopped hiding and just played openly in the lounge. Chen Ling looked at the figure running around the room and smiled helplessly.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Sir Envoy, are you free?"

"What's up?"

"There is someone downstairs at the auction who wants to meet you."

Does anyone want to see me at this time? A flash of doubt flashed in Chen Ling's heart, and then she asked: "Who?"

"Have you heard of Liu Qingyan? He is the newcomer who has been very popular in the main city of Hongchen recently."

Hearing the words Liu Qingyan, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and her mind immediately recalled the look on the other party's hesitant expression at the dinner party last night.

"What does she want from me?"

"...She didn't say anything, she just begged that she wanted to see you."

Chen Ling was silent for a moment, then spoke again,

"Let her come up."