I'm not a theatre god

"...Hmm?"

Liu Qingyan looked up in confusion and looked at the lead-gray sky.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to hear a voice mixed in the sighing wind, drifting out from the intersection of the gray world...

The moment this voice sounded, the shadow centipedes around her seemed to explode, and instantly made a bang. The huge body spun rapidly on the ground, then plunged into the ground and disappeared, as if it had encountered something extremely terrifying.

"That is..."

Now Chen Ling has been taken away by the members of Fu Sheng Hui, and the other members of the Dusk Club have also disappeared. In this messy sea of ​​blood, only Liu Qingyan stood here alone... and only she heard this voice.

Liu Qingyan frowned and stared at the sky for a long time, then walked away.

In her mind, the conversation between Chen Ling and Yang Muquan a few minutes ago emerged:

"I can tell you what I know, or I can surrender... But I have a condition." Chen Ling pointed at Liu Qingyan in the crowd, "She is not a member of the Dusk Club. I kidnapped the female artist. If you let her go, I will go with you."

After saying that, Chen Ling looked back at Liu Qingyan, her eyes as deep as the abyss.

At that time, Liu Qingyan was even ready to stand behind Chen Ling and fight her way out, but when she heard this, she was suddenly stunned...

If someone else heard it, this sentence might contain a lot of subtle meanings, and they could also imagine a lot of bloody and exaggerated emotional dramas, such as the Dusk Club members forcibly snatching female artists for beauty, but secretly falling in love with them during the process of getting along, and then domineering love, wanton love, etc., such as the plot of "the gangster fell in love with me".

But Liu Qingyan was so smart that she knew clearly that Chen Ling didn't have that kind of thoughts about her. Chen Ling's look obviously had other deep meanings.

"Master Chen Ling... What do you need me to do?" Liu Qingyan muttered to herself. Several figures walked along the ruined streets. Many members of Fu Sheng Hui surrounded the red-dressed figure, their faces serious, their bodies tense, and they looked ready for battle. They were well-known for Chen Ling of Red Heart 6, and after witnessing Chen Ling's crazy slaughter and gnawing at the heart just now, the red-dressed figure had left them with a deep psychological shadow... Such a monster was escorted to their side, and no one dared to relax. "Wang Jincheng, your injury is too serious, go back and rest first." Yang Muquan glanced at Wang Jincheng, who was at the end of the team. "...Okay." Wang Jincheng hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. Top wanted criminals like Red Heart 6 would definitely not be detained in ordinary cells of the police station. They would most likely go to the headquarters of Fu Sheng Hui... and as a non-member of Fu Sheng Hui, Wang Jincheng did not have the authority to enter. Fu Sheng Hui is different from the law enforcement officers in the Aurora Realm. Any Shinto owner can become a law enforcement officer, but Fu Sheng Hui only recruits "Qing Shen Dao". This is why Wang Jincheng is already a sixth-level strongman, but he can only stay in the police department.

Wang Jincheng turned around and was about to leave, but Chen Ling, who was surrounded by the crowd, suddenly spoke:

"Director Wang."

Wang Jincheng paused, looked back, and looked at Chen Ling with a vigilant expression.

"... Thank you for your protection. As I said, you are a good person." Chen Ling smiled slightly, "I will find you again."

"???"

Hearing the second half of the sentence, Wang Jincheng's face suddenly looked as ugly as if he had eaten a fly. He glared at Chen Ling fiercely, "Who I am, I don't need you to define... and I don't want to see you again."

Wang Jincheng left without looking back.

Chen Ling watched this scene with a smile, and a cold snort came from beside him, "Give up, you have no chance to come back here... There are only two endings left for you, death, or eternal imprisonment." It was Yang Muquan who spoke. He pulled out his hands from his pockets and drew a square black frame around Chen Ling, framing his entire body. Then, Chen Ling's figure was visibly flat, as if compressed into this black frame, like a color cartoon with a height of a person. A flash of surprise flashed in Chen Ling's eyes. He grabbed the black frames on both sides with both hands and tried to pry them apart, but he couldn't shake them at all... Chen Ling tried to take a step out of the black frame again, but no matter which direction he walked, it seemed like he was standing still in the black frame, like a cartoon space completely isolated from the outside world. Yang Muquan waved his hand gently, and Chen Ling in the cartoon frame floated up like a balloon and followed him. Chen Ling in the picture frame opened and closed his mouth in surprise, but no sound came out. Only a line of text bubbles popped up from the side:

——【What a magical skill. 】

Yang Muquan did not look at Chen Ling again, but put his hands into the pockets of his black and white spotted shirt, stepped hard on the ground, and black comic lines full of power and speed emerged from his side.

His figure instantly leaped up, and jumped across hundreds of meters!

And the red-clothed Chen Ling in the comic frame automatically followed closely behind him, leaving no room for escape at all.

Chen Ling tried several methods, but couldn't get out of the picture frame. After all, Yang Muquan was a seventh-level strongman, and it was easy for him to trap a third-level... Fortunately, he didn't plan to escape. He leaned on the edge of the picture frame in a red dress and yawned lazily.

The next moment, a group of white shadows suddenly swept out from behind and silently crashed into the picture frame where Chen Ling was.

"Huh?"

Chen Ling raised her brows and saw clearly that it was a flying white dove. It crashed into him from outside the frame, and its figure immediately turned into a flat piece of white letter paper, floating silently in front of him.

In the upper left corner of this piece of letter paper, there is a miniature version of the "J of Plum Blossoms" pattern printed on it, as well as an elegant magic hat.

It's him?

In Chen Ling's mind, the tall and mysterious appearance of Plum Blossom J appeared, and she was inevitably a little surprised... You must know that Yang Muquan was at the seventh level, and Plum Blossom J's white dove could actually pass through the frame silently and come to Next to him, the Plum Blossom Jack is at least a seventh-level player.

Moreover, this method of sending messages with white pigeons and the magic hat in the corner allowed Chen Ling to guess his path... Plum Blossom J had told him before that although his path was also the way of Xi Shen Dao, it did not focus on his own transformation and disguise. It seems that the skill trees are all focused on item changes.

How come magic is not a "drama"?

On the letter paper at this time, there was only a simple sentence:

"need help?"

Seeing these four words, Chen Ling chuckled, bit her finger casually, and wrote the same four words on it with blood:

——[It’s all under control].