I'm not a theatre god

Immediately afterwards, Huang Xuyue froze on the spot.

She stared closely at the open theater door in the distance, rubbed her eyes as if she was still dreaming, and then a look of shock appeared on her face...

"Jinghong Tower...why is it open again??"

Logically speaking, everyone in Jinghong Tower should have retreated to Liu Town at this time. It was impossible for Kong Baosheng and others to leave the theater door open before they left. At this time, Huang Xuyue saw the theater door with the door open, and her heart One jump...

Could it be that he is back?

A figure in red flashed across Huang Suyue's mind, and was quickly suppressed by her. After saying a few words to the busy people around her, she quickly ran towards Jinghong Tower.

"Miss Huang?!"

"Kong Baosheng!!!"

When she saw the young man's figure behind the theater door clearly, the two of them shouted in unison.

"Why are you still here?" Huang Xueyue looked into the theater in surprise, "Where is Li Qingshan? Didn't he take you away?"

"Mr. Li took me away, but something happened later... In short, I am the only one who came back." Kong Baosheng looked at the busy motorcade outside, "Miss Huang, why didn't you leave?"

"I also came back halfway... No, now is not the time to talk about this."

Huang Xuyue's expression suddenly became extremely serious.

"You can't stay here anymore. It's very dangerous outside now! There is an underground shelter not far from here. I'll have someone take you there right away."

"Aren't you going?"

"I will go too, but not now."

boom--! ! !

A sudden roar and explosion interrupted the conversation between the two.

Huang Xueyue suddenly looked towards the direction of the explosion and saw billowing smoke rising from a certain direction. That was the direction where Uncle Quan and others went to deploy the explosives...

There is already a silver monster who has stepped into the trap of another shelter.

Seeing this scene, Huang Xuyue's expression became more solemn. She immediately called for a bodyguard and asked him to lead the way for Kong Baosheng.

"Remember, don't come out after entering the shelter, understand?" Huang Xuyue asked.

Kong Baosheng nodded and was about to say something when a loud gurgling sound came from his stomach... He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Huang Xueyue was stunned for a moment. She looked at the boy who lowered his head as if he had made a mistake. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She turned around and took out a bag of bread from a truck full of various supplies and handed it to Kong Baosheng:

"Take it and eat it."

At this time, the supply truck had almost been moved, and most of the bread, water, and other supplies had been transported to the nearby underground shelter. Even so, the remaining hills in the truck were enough to make Kong Baosheng angry. His eyes widened in shock.

"Miss Huang, where did you get so much food?"

Huang Xuyue stood in front of the roaring motorcade, smiled slightly and said: "People always have to eat, don't they?"

Explosives are for protection; bread is for survival.

Huang Xuyue spent all her wealth in exchange for a sharp sword and a merciful shield. She stood on the devastated ruins like a strong and determined warrior.

Kong Baosheng looked at her smile blankly, and was stunned for a moment.

At the same time, another bodyguard stepped forward,

"Miss, explosives have been deployed in the two buildings you marked. Where is the third one deployed?"

"...Wait a moment." Huang Xuyue turned back to look at Kong Baosheng,

"You should leave quickly, there is no time."

Huang Xuyue waved her hand and said goodbye to Kong Baosheng, and the bodyguard quickly ran to the other side of the street with the confused latter.

Kong Baosheng looked back from time to time. The long yellow dress and the roaring motorcade were still in place, as if they were carefully deploying something in the cold wind.

The first time Kong Baosheng met Huang Xuyue, Huang Xuyue proposed to use charity funds to subsidize his life; after that, Huang Xuyue took great care of him every time, and even sent someone to cross over after his grandmother died. The ruins brought flowers; although he didn't know what Huang Xuyue was going to do this time, he could feel that something was shining on Huang Xuyue's body.

He hugged the bread in his arms tightly and murmured:

"Ms. Huang is really a good person...just like Mr."

Kong Baosheng withdrew his gaze and was about to follow the bodyguard to the shelter, but the next moment, he and the bodyguard stopped at the same time, frozen in place like a statue!

At the end of the street, three tall silver monsters were walking slowly towards here through the rain curtain.

…

The main city of Hongchen, in the sky.

Above the dull rain clouds, an alchemical formation that is so huge that it covers almost half of the world of mortals is running slowly. The complex and mind-numbing patterns are intertwined with each other. When viewed from the sky, it looks like the eye of a witch god. Staring at the mortal world.

Under the influence of this ultra-large-scale alchemical formation, a large number of souls rose from every corner of the world of mortals. Some came from hundreds of towns swept by fire and rain, and some came from the main city of mortal world that was extremely chaotic. These pains The wailing soul seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands, forcibly pulled into the magic circle, and gradually squeezed and deformed amidst countless wandering red electric lights.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

In the center of the alchemy formation, Brand, who was covered in injuries, coughed violently, but there was still no color on his face.

"Those palaces are too cruel!"

Brand has not recovered from the life-and-death crisis just now. Fortunately, he no longer needs to join the battlefield. His only task now is to maintain this super-large alchemy array... and in the battle of the realms, a large number of souls are being swept into his storm, and the speed of refining the Philosopher's Stone is incredibly fast!

The red-bottomed gold-patterned robe flutters among the wailing of countless resentful souls. Countless red lightning strikes in the void in front of him. Indistinctly, a scarlet gem is slowly taking shape.

The formation of this Philosopher's Stone means that since the outbreak of the realm war, millions of lives have been killed.

And as the realm war becomes more and more intense, this number is still increasing explosively!

Brand stretched out his hand and gently pinched the newly born Philosopher's Stone. In the dim light, it is as dazzling as a concentrated red sun, and the mysterious brilliance flows, making people unconsciously fall into it at a glance.

"The next Philosopher's Stone is almost ready, and it only needs the last tens of thousands of souls... But let's send this one over first."

Brand looked up at the sky. Above the sky, a one-to-one replica of the Embroidered Silk Realm was dancing wildly like a scroll without thickness. Two figures collided and fought rapidly in it. The embroidery silk on the surface of the scroll was like a turbulent sea, surging under the aftermath of the two people.

"My lord, your tonic is here."

Brand chuckled and threw the Philosopher's Stone in his hand upwards. The red gem instantly turned into a meteor and fell rapidly into the Embroidered Picture Realm!