I'm not a theatre god

Jian Changsheng was very happy.

Ever since he was killed by Chen Ling in Hōdō Kozo, he has always kept this grudge in his heart. Although many things happened later, which made his relationship with Chen Ling continue to improve, he has forgotten that grudge. It doesn’t work…

To save Chen Ling is to save Chen Ling, and to take revenge is to take revenge. At this point, Jian Changsheng can be regarded as having a clear distinction between grievances and grievances.

Chen Ling's head gradually repaired, and his complicated eyes fell on Jian Changsheng, with emotions, speechlessness, surprise, and anger...

Bad news, he was shot in the head by Jian Changsheng;

The good news is that this is just a past memory. Death here will not really affect the outside world. In this memory, Chen Ling does have two lives and will not cause a disaster.

Bang--

With Chen Ling's slight exertion, the skeletal cages burst into pieces, and a man dressed in red fell back to the snow, and walked toward Jian Changsheng silently and fluttering;

Jian Chang was still laughing a second before he died, immersed in the pleasure of getting revenge, but he couldn't laugh anymore...

He looked at the red-clothed devil walking slowly and swallowed silently.

Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua tacitly took a few steps back and drew a clear line with Jian Changsheng, acting as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

"That... red heart, I really didn't mean it just now..."

"My gun was originally intended to help you break your bones..."

"Really, really!!"

As the big red opera robe approached, Jian Changsheng became more and more panicked. With every step he took back, sparse blood was sprinkled on the snow, and he was fully prepared to be beaten.

Chen Ling glanced at the bright red color on the ground and the blood-stained pendant in Jian Changsheng's hand, and her eyes moved slightly...

He was silent for a long time. His raised palm did not hit Jian Changsheng, but lightly put it on his shoulder and walked past him calmly:

"Thank you very much this time."

Jian Changsheng froze on the spot.

Six simple words, but they seem to contain a lot.

Chen Ling's eyes swept over Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua, and finally looked at the courtyard littered with corpses... Jiang Xiaohua's curse was very strange. It seemed to be able to create a new possibility in her memory. The original curse in Chen Ling's memory The courtyard was filled with complete despair and pain. In the end, it was only Chen Yan who managed to survive...

But now there is another memory in Chen Ling's mind. It is so real, like a carriage that keeps pace with the original direction, giving the story line new possibilities here.

This memory was brought to him by Jian Changsheng and the others;

"Um...you're welcome?" Jian Changsheng didn't expect that Chen Ling would let him go like this. He suddenly became a little confused and replied tentatively.

Chen Ling did not dwell on this matter, but turned to look at Jiang Xiaohua. He was the key to all this.

"Jiang Xiaohua, how is it outside?"

"My curse is about to disappear... It's time for you to go back." Jiang Xiaohua said dullly, "The situation outside is not good."

"Thief Saint..."

Sun Bumian sighed helplessly, "I really don't want to go out and face it... What if the memory I finally recovered is stolen again?"

"In his opinion, we should have completely forgotten everything and no longer have any threat." Chen Ling said in a deep voice,

"This is our chance... a one-time chance."

Before Chen Ling finished speaking, the world around them gradually shattered. They had all recovered each other's memories and began to drift towards reality...

Like a three-shot revolver spinning on a roulette wheel, ready to go.

"What if I'm not sure?" Jian Changsheng was really afraid of bad luck and couldn't help but ask.

"I can't save you a second time." Jiang Xiaohua shook her head. "If you don't grasp it, everything will be over..."

"Either die, or become the toy of the Thief, your choice."

"...I don't choose either one."

In the blur of light and shadow, the figures of the four people gradually moved away in different directions, and were about to return to their respective bodies. They looked at each other,

"Everyone, wish us good luck."

The sound of the big red opera robe disappeared into the world.

…

Imperial Ancient Collection.

In the vast wind and snow, a red line was slowly drawn on Jiang Xiaohua's body, and then her whole body was cut open from it. Warm blood spurted out and splashed on the three people in the snow.

There was no pain or sadness on Jiang Xiaohua's face. He was like a numb zombie, slowly falling down...

His eyes swept across the three people below him, and he murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear:

"Leave it to you..."

A figure wearing a bowler hat stood behind him like a ghost.

"The mouse that runs away cannot escape from my grasp."

Mo Lian looked down at the scarlet blood field in front of him indifferently. Jiang Xiaohua, who was split into two, was completely lifeless. The billowing blood accumulated into a pool of blood, connecting the three people lying side by side in the snow...

Mo Lian was not interested in this shamanistic way. His target was just Chen Ling.

Just as he was about to step forward,

The eyelashes of the three people covered in Jiang Xiaohua's blood trembled and they opened their eyes at the same time!

The moment Chen Ling woke up, she felt something pressing on her body. The three of them looked at it at the same time and saw Jiang Xiaohua, who had been split into two pieces and had no life left.

Their pupils suddenly contracted.

"Jiang Xiaohua!!" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened!

At the same time, Mo Lian did not expect that they would wake up at the same time, and was stunned for a moment.

Before he could make any move, Chen Ling spoke without hesitation, using all his strength, and a loud bang echoed in the wind and snow:

"【Ka】——!!!"

Instantly, the world stopped!

The flying snow froze in the air, and Mo Lian's face still retained a surprised expression. The color of the world dimmed slightly with Chen Ling's "Ka", like an old-fashioned movie that was paused.

The red robe slowly stood up in the pool of blood...

"Huh..."

The hot air drifted from the corners of Chen Ling's mouth and condensed into mist in the cold.

Although it was still quite difficult for Chen Ling to control this field, he knew the seriousness of this incident, so when he woke up, he had no time to confirm the situation around him, and he activated the field without hesitation...

Facts have proved that Chen Ling's choice was correct.

His field was faster than everyone else's, and even Mo Lian didn't react before he became a part of the performance.

Now Chen Ling finally had the opportunity to look around.

Next to Chen Ling, Jian Changsheng reacted the fastest, already curled up and crawled on the snow, like a spring full of power, and was about to flash in front of Mo Lian the next moment; Sun Bumian did not choose to stand up first, but froze in the action of raising his hand, as if he was going to open the domain directly.

In the pool of blood beside the two of them, the two halves of Jiang Xiaohua lay there silently, with numb eyes staring blankly at the sky.