I'm not a theatre god

Li Fu took a deep breath and grabbed the quasi-emperor's destiny again. He roared angrily and tried his best to grab it...

But with a muffled sound, he was finally swept away and hit the ground with a thud like mud.

The hall fell into dead silence.

When Han Dong saw this, helplessness and bitterness appeared in his eyes. After a battle between heaven and man, he made up his mind and bowed deeply to Li Fu who was in a pool of blood...

He said take care, turned around and walked out of the hall.

Li Fu lay quietly in a pool of blood, his eyes staring blankly above, like a quiet corpse.

"Brother Xiao Li, let's not try, okay?" A Qian was already crying at the side. She ran to Li Fu in small steps and pushed him gently, her tone full of pleading.

"A Qian...they have all left, won't you leave?"

"If I don't leave, I will be with Brother Li. I won't go anywhere!" A Qian's words were full of stubbornness.

Li Fu didn't answer. Sometimes, children's hearts are the purest. Ah Qian is too dependent on him now, and has made it clear that he will be by his side no matter life or death... But Li Fu cannot let her die here.

Li Fu had already thought about it. When he recovered a little, he would ask Wu Qiong to take A Qian away with him.

As for himself...

Zhu Zhong's figure flashed in Li Fu's mind, and his hands in the pool of blood clenched tightly again;

"Brother Xiao Li, don't do anything stupid." A Qian saw Li Fu's eyes and immediately panicked, "We're not going anywhere, can we just rest here for a while?"

"……good."

Li Fu took a deep look at A Qian, climbed up from the pool of blood with difficulty, walked to the steps under the throne, and sat down slowly;

The young man's linen clothes were covered with blood. He was sitting alone in the main hall. There was nothing beside him except a girl who was crying into tears... He could not have imagined that he would end up like this all the way.

Li Fu recalled what happened before and smiled miserably.

Just then,

A figure wearing a red opera robe silently walked into the hall.

Seeing that figure, Li Fu's body trembled slightly, and his heart suddenly fell to the bottom... Did he find himself at this time?

God is really going to kill me;

But after thinking about his situation, his heart calmed down...

Now he has nothing and is a real lost dog. If the actor emperor wants to take away his life, what is there to fear?

The demonic emperor in red slowly walked towards Li Fu, but Li Fu did not stand up from the steps. His gray eyes were quietly watching everything under the throne, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"What a touching plot..."

Under the wide sleeves of the robe, Chen Ling smiled and clapped softly, and the crisp sound echoed in the hall.

"It's a pity that the ending of the story seems destined to be a tragedy."

Seeing Chen Ling coming, Ah Qian's face turned pale instantly.

But she ignored everything else and rushed down the steps. Her delicate body opened her arms and stood in front of Chen Ling!

"You...don't touch my brother Li!!"

"A Qian!!"

Seeing A Qian rushing out, Li Fu, who was already prepared to die, couldn't sit still, staggered up and shouted.

Chen Ling looked at the tear-stained girl in front of him, and his heart was slightly shaken. In a daze, a memory emerged in his mind...

…

One by one the stars recede in the sky,

In the desperate wind and snow, a young man in opera robes held up a pool of cinnabar-like fragments and spoke softly:

"Brother, it's not that you have no hope..."

"The roads they cut..."

"I'll refill it for you."

…

Chen Ling was silent.

He looked at those young and determined eyes, and the deepest softness in his heart was touched. His eyes, immersed in memories, revealed a trace of complicated emotions...

His palms lifted slightly.

"Come at me if you have anything!! Don't hurt her!!" Li Fu's eyes widened. He struggled to stop Chen Ling, but he was already too injured and tired. His steps slipped and he fell off the steps. Roll down.

A Qian was trembling. Even though she still firmly opened her arms to protect Li Fu, the fear deep in her heart could not be overcome... When she saw the palm raised, she closed her eyes tightly and turned her head Turn sideways.

After a while,

A gentle hand gently caressed the top of her head.

A Qian was startled for a moment, looked up blankly, and saw a pair of doting eyes... Those eyes seemed to be looking at her, or looking at another person.

A Qian was at a loss for a moment.

Chen Ling touched her head, and her eyes gradually returned to normal. He retracted his palm and walked directly in the direction of Li Fu. A calm voice sounded in the hall.

"You have a good sister."

"Your fate, your men, your everything turned against you...but she didn't."

A Qian and Li Fu were both stunned.

"What...what do you want to do?" Li Fu frowned tightly.

The bright red opera robe did not attack him, but calmly stepped onto the steps, then turned around and sat on the top step... The bright red opera robe spread out on the black steps, like a bright and dangerous flower. flower.

"Let her go out for a while and let's talk." Chen Ling said calmly.

Li Fu stared at Chen Ling silently, wondering what trick he was playing.

But it seems that he has no ill will towards Ah Qian, which is the most important thing for Li Fu... He turned around and whispered something to Ah Qian, who nodded worriedly and ran out of the hall.

In the end, only Chen Ling and Li Fu were left in the hall.

"Sit down."

Chen Ling patted the steps beside him.

At this point, Li Fu had nothing to fear. He walked up the steps calmly like a prisoner before execution and sat down next to Chen Ling...

The empty hall fell into a dead silence;

Under the throne, a figure in a bright red robe and a young man in bloody hemp clothes sat together in silence.

The setting sun gradually sank into the horizon, and the setting sun at dusk passed through the deserted palace and reflected on the steps of the empty hall. The dividing line of light and dark cut the throne and split it diagonally between the two, like a sharp sword;

The bloodstained boy sat silently in the golden yellow, and the vermilion robe bloomed in the darkness.

"What do you want to do?" After being silent for an unknown period of time, Li Fu finally couldn't help asking.

Chen Ling did not answer. He just quietly watched the setting sun gradually sinking into the earth. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he was reminiscing or thinking.

"... I can understand you." Chen Ling's eyes reflected the setting sun, and he spoke calmly, "Our experiences are actually very similar... The difference is that my salvation is no longer there, and yours is still with you."

Li Fu was stunned. He seemed to not understand what Chen Ling was saying, and he didn't know what Chen Ling had experienced in the past, but when he saw those eyes, he felt a strong sense of loneliness and sadness in his heart.

He glanced at the towering throne behind him, was silent for a moment, and still asked tentatively: "Have you... also experienced such despair?"

Chen Ling smiled, he glanced at the audience's expectations passing by, and answered casually,

"Now, I am still deeply trapped in it."