I'm not a theatre god

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Current expected value: 54%]

"No, there is no such place. I am the one who has read the manual." Jian Changsheng shook his head firmly, then pointed at Jiang Xiaohua's forehead and pretended to be fierce and said,

"Brother, no matter who you are, don't follow us anymore... The Babel Star must be mine! You can't take it away!"

Jian Changsheng waved his fist and said no more to Jiang Xiaohua.

The three of them turned around and continued walking towards the white snow ahead... Jiang Xiaohua was left standing blankly in the snow, like a sculpture.

Jiang Xiaohua knew that something must have happened without him knowing.

He subconsciously looked down at his chest and saw a mysterious black pattern that looked like a small flower. The corner of its petals was silently emitting a faint light... It was one of the curses engraved on his body.

[I will always feel the pain, I will always remember the sorrow, I will never forget]

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Forgetting progress: 30%

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"Where is...where?"

The wind and snow clung to Chen Ling's eyelashes, and the vermilion opera robe swayed silently, and he slowly stopped.

Chen Ling felt as if he had forgotten something, but he could not remember it. He looked at the palace in the snow in the distance, and his mind went blank.

Without Jiang Xiaohua's cover, the aura of the emperor's destiny began to attract the attention of some nearby emperors, but Chen Ling was completely unaware of it;

"Strange... something doesn't seem right." Jian Changsheng slapped his forehead with his palm and murmured, "Hongxin, you... eh, why are you here? Shouldn't you be playing in Guzang?"

"Xi Dao Ancient Collection, yes, this should be in Xi Dao Ancient Collection... Which CD is this?"

From the corner of her eye, Chen Ling glanced beside her. A stranger wearing a Tang suit and small round sunglasses was looking at him suspiciously, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"No, I just had a king's meal, isn't it?" Sun BuMian subconsciously took two steps back, "Where did they kidnap me??"

Just as Chen Ling was about to say something, a pale golden emperor's remnant fell from the sky!

Boom——! !

The paper money golden dragon roared across the ground, and the surging breath shook Chen Ling and the others in different directions. As the snow flew, the big red opera robe retreated for dozens of meters before he staggered to steady himself.

The emperor's afterimage's eyes instantly locked onto Chen Ling, and he waved his hand again, and countless banknotes gathered from all directions!

Seeing this, Chen Ling instinctively stepped on the [Cloud Step], narrowly avoiding the dangerous blow... and then suddenly froze on the spot.

"Yunbu? How could I do this?"

In Chen Ling's memory at this moment, she had just come into contact with the four secret techniques of the Ancient Opera Collection and had not fully mastered them. Seeing that she suddenly used this move, the confusion in her eyes became more intense.

"I don't invite disaster, and disaster doesn't invite me... The situation is not good, so I'd better get out first!"

Sun Bumian stepped on the [Cloud Step] without hesitation, and while the emperor was still chasing Chen Ling, he escaped and disappeared in the wind and snow in a flash.

Jian Changsheng's vision was also obscured by the rolling banknotes, and he was lost in the waves of exclamations.

"Damn..."

Chen Ling, who had forgotten the two fourth-level realms and all the secrets of opera, was naturally no match for the emperor Cannian. She tried her best, but could only go through a few rounds in embarrassment, barely saving her life.

No, no...I must have forgotten something...forgot...

Is it the way of stealing the gods?

As soon as a doubt arose in Chen Ling's mind, a flash of white light quietly flashed across his mind. His "doubt" was also stolen away, leaving only endless emptiness and confusion.

roar--! !

The paper money golden dragon roared and bit Chen Ling's figure. The sharp teeth instantly bit out several large holes, and blood flowed out... Chen Ling was bitten by the golden dragon and crashed into the earth, and a roar followed.

The pale golden emperor's remnants fell silently from the air, and the paper money golden dragon hovered in the wind. Just when he was about to give Chen Ling the final blow, his body suddenly shook!

Not far behind him, a shirtless white-haired figure was sitting in the snow at some point...

In front of him, there was a lifelike little man made of paper money;

The little paper man was wearing an imperial robe, with a majestic appearance, and a paper dragon as thick as a little finger was thoughtfully attached to his side, which corresponded to the emperor's remnants.

Jiang Xiaohua kneaded her hands in front of her body, flicked her fingers, and hit the paper man in the head.

Snap——

The paper man flew upside down out of the snow.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Xiaohua spoke softly:

"curse."

Bang--! !

Emperor Cannian seemed to have been hit hard by something, and he flew backwards violently. The paper money golden dragon also wrapped around him, roaring and flying several kilometers away.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Xiaohua quickly climbed up from the snow and ran into the hole where Chen Ling was!

He picked up Chen Ling, who was covered in blood, and took heavy steps to escape in the opposite direction to the emperor's remnants... At the same time, the breath wafting from his skin also threatened Chen Ling's emperor's fate. The grid is temporarily blocked.

Chen Ling was already covered in injuries at this time. He felt that he was being carried forward by someone, and he slowly opened his eyes in a daze.

"Who...are you...?" Chen Ling didn't recognize him, even though they had just met a few minutes ago.

"Jiang Xiaohua." The white-haired figure replied softly.

"Why did you save me?"

Jiang Xiaohua was silent for a long time, and then said dullly: "You said you would take me out... I believe you."

Under the bright red robe, Chen Ling's blood was flowing. He remained silent, as if he was recalling what Jiang Xiaohua meant.

Jiang Xiaohua was about to say something, but a flash of white light flashed above their heads.

The next moment,

a sharp boning knife pierced his chest.

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Forgetting progress: 60%

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Jiang Xiaohua's figure fell in the snow, and a heavy snow was raised.

The scarlet robe slowly stood up from the snow, and a boning knife was silently pulled out from Jiang Xiaohua's chest... The blood stained the blade, the snow, and the corners of the robe became more and more scarlet.

Chen Ling's eyes were full of bloodshot, his breath was sharp and crazy, and a murderous intent was raging around him!

"Whether it's a usurper of fire or a law enforcer... There can't be a second survivor in the ancient collection of the military path."

"This is my performance, this is my..."

"No One Survives."

Chen Ling's voice was hoarse.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the ancient military treasure again. He killed everyone present and became the last survivor... This was the performance condition for his promotion to the next level.

Chen Ling slowly stepped over the stiff body of Jiang Xiaohua, and his scarlet robe fluttered silently in the wind and snow like a demon.

"Why..."

"Why hasn't the performance ended yet..."

Chen Ling thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "Oh, I'm not dead yet... Only if I die, it will be considered "No One Survives." "

Chen Ling took out a gun from his arms and slowly pressed the black muzzle against his temple.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.