I'm not a theatre god

At the same time, Bai Ye and Plum Blossom J, who were trying to stop Brand in mid-air, were shocked when they heard this.

They looked at each other, saw each other's subtle expressions, and then retreated to the back without any intention of entangled with Brand.

"...Huh?"

Brand, who had just torn open the magic scene, was also a little surprised.

Bai Ye and Plum Blossom J turned into two streams of light and passed through the street. The latter directly conjured a magic hat out of thin air, and gently waved it to put Jian Changsheng and others into the hat.

"This..." Kong Baosheng was stunned for a moment when he saw this magical scene.

Before he and Li Qingshan could speak, Plum Blossom J's hat swept again, and directly rolled the two in.

At the same time, Bai Ye looked at Chen Ling seriously:

"Chen Ling, are you serious?"

"Yes." Chen Ling nodded slightly, looked at the nothingness behind him, and answered firmly, "Don't worry... I will be fine."

"Okay, then let's go first!"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them burst out with amazing speed as if they were facing life and death. In a few flashes, they disappeared from Chen Ling's sight...

Chen Ling:...

Bai Ye and the Club J were so straightforward that Chen Ling was a little stunned for a while, and Kong Baosheng and the other person in the magic hat were even more confused.

"Mr....Mr. is still there!" the young man said anxiously, "You left him behind!"

"We can't take him away."

"...Why?"

"This matter is a bit complicated... Anyway, it's better not to get close to him now."

"But if we leave Mr. alone, he will be in danger!"

"Danger?"

The 9 of Hearts sneered from the magic hat, and many eyes penetrated the hat itself and looked at the street ruins that were rapidly disappearing behind.

"Watch carefully... What kind of existence is this Mr. Lin you are talking about?"

Kong Baosheng and Li Qingshan were stunned at the same time.

...

[Audience expectation value +3]

[Current expectation value: 55%]

As two lines of small words passed by Chen Ling's eyes, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly...

The hot breath drifted from the corners of his mouth, condensed into wisps of white mist in the inexplicably cold atmosphere, and disappeared over the ruins;

At the same time,

Brand's figure floated down from the sky and landed on the dusty ground.

"It seems that your companions have also abandoned you." Brand sneered, "The outside world has rumored how powerful the Dusk Society is, but now it seems that they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs..."

Bang——!

Brand walked forward slowly, and the pressure of the eighth level was like a mountain on the entire street. Even the flying dust seemed to be pressed down by an invisible big hand in the air, and all of them were firmly pressed to the ground!

Suppressed with them was Chen Ling in a bright red costume.

Brand used his own aura to lock Chen Ling, making him unable to even take a step to escape...He did not attack directly. After all, Chen Ling was only the third level. Without the obstruction of the Dusk Society, it would be easy for him to kill Chen Ling.

This guy ruined their plan at the most critical moment. It would be too easy for him to kill him like this.

"...Really?"

Although Chen Ling was suppressed by the aura of the eighth level, his expression was extremely calm.

At the same time, outside the dimension of the Red Dust Realm, the Dust Dragon, who was still fighting with the Red Dust Lord Su Zhiwei, seemed to smell a familiar breath and suddenly turned his head to look in this direction...

Compared with the Red Dust Realm that had been hidden in the red flower, the Dust Dragon was as huge as a god from outer space, and the naked eye could not see its full appearance at all...The empty wind tunnel pupil slowly approached the red flower, like the moon was about to hit the earth, and the grandeur and oppression swept over!

The next moment, in the void behind Chen Ling, a pair of scarlet pupils opened again!

[Kill it]

[Kill it, kill it, kill it...]

The deafening trampling sound resounded in the theater in Chen Ling's mind again, and countless bloody small words were frantically outlined on the floor, venting the anger and desire of the audience!

Brand's figure was moving forward, but he suddenly froze in place:

"Huh...?"

Not sure if it was an illusion, Brand vaguely felt that Chen Ling's temperament seemed different... An inexplicable chill came from nowhere, spreading all over his body, and even the hair on his arms stood up unconsciously.

He looked around suspiciously, not knowing where the chill came from.

Dong——!

Dong——Dong——!!

The trampling sounds one after another made Chen Ling frown subconsciously, and the familiar pain of cutting surged into his heart again... But this time he did not panic, but calmly closed his eyes slowly.

When he opened his eyes again, two apricot eye makeup emerged from the corners of his eyes, captivating!

——【Painting Zhu Yan】!!

The "Zhu Yan" that had always been suppressed by the fourth wall finally returned to Chen Ling's body. He found his own face, the "anchor" prepared by his master!

The moment this face appeared, the influence of the "audience" on him was greatly reduced, and even the deafening trampling sound no longer made him feel uncomfortable... His frown relaxed, and his whole temperament seemed different.

Of course, Chen Ling used [Painted Red Face] at this moment not only to isolate the harassment of the "audience"...

This was the last layer of insurance he prepared for himself.

"To be precise, you need a mask that belongs to you, a mask that belongs to 'Chen Ling'... Only in this way, when you feel confused about your own existence, and even your mind is swallowed by confusion, can you have a glimmer of hope to find yourself again."

The master's words echoed in his ears. Although Chen Ling could not fully understand the meaning of it, he felt that it would be a good idea to leave a layer of insurance at this moment.

Brand's face gradually darkened when he saw this scene.

When Chen Ling lowered his head and raised his head, there were two strange apricot reds in the corners of his eyes... Although Brand didn't know what it was, combined with the chill that just emerged, he felt that something seemed wrong.

In any case, let's kill this kid first!

Just when Brand was about to make a move, Chen Ling took the first step;

The sleeve of the red robe took out a revolver engraved with rose patterns from his bosom, and then gently pressed it against his temple in Brand's stunned eyes...

Brand was stunned.

"You..." Brand was unbelievable.

Could it be that this guy knew he couldn't escape this disaster and simply wanted to commit suicide?

The brass shell of the revolver reflected a faint light in the dim light. A red-dressed actor with charming apricot eyes was holding the muzzle of the gun against his temple. The hem of his clothes was like a flame in the wind, silently flying!

Countless scarlet eyes surrounded Chen Ling. They seemed to have guessed what Chen Ling was going to do. Their eyes narrowed into narrow crescents, as if they were expecting, as if they were reveling!

[Audience Expectation Value: 55%]

If Chen Ling died this time, the audience expectation value would be deducted by 50, directly dropping to an unprecedented 5%... Chen Ling didn't know what would happen then, but according to past experience, this stage would correspond to the "world-destroying" level of destructive power. He also didn't know whether he could return to the stage after this adventure... This was a gamble.

But at this historic moment, Chen Ling felt that he should say something;

If he was not able to return to the stage in the end, this sentence would be the last line he left in this grand performance...

What kind of line would it be?

In Chen Ling's mind, everything about this war was surging, the successive advances of the halls, Huang Suyue's resolute turn back, Li Qingshan's desperate decision, and the history of the mortal world that created everything three hundred years ago in the mouth of Meihua 8...Emotions were rolling, and a sentence that could summarize the mortal world emerged in Chen Ling's mind.

He looked at Brand, at the wind cave dragon pupil approaching in the sky, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was smiling;

Brand saw this weird smile, and his heart trembled for no reason!

He raised his hand without hesitation and grabbed Chen Ling's head in the air, as if he wanted to kill Chen Ling at this moment!

But the next moment,

Chen Ling smiled and pulled the trigger in his hand.

A voice was like rolling thunder, echoing in every corner of the mortal world!

"A salute to the pioneer of human civilization...!!!"

Bang--! ! !

A bullet pierced Chen Ling's head, and the scarlet blood was like a grand firework, bursting on the ruins! !