I'm not a drama god

Upon hearing these two words, everyone stopped at the same time.

"It's enough to get here." The master stepped on nothingness and walked slowly out from the other end of the curtain, "You can go back... I will leave the rest to my master."

The next moment, the master put on his opera robe and disappeared from everyone's sight, as if he had traveled thousands of miles in one step.

Secret method, [Cloud Step].

Everyone looked at each other on the spot.

"...Let's go." Mojiao sighed, "This is really not the place we should come..."

"Aside from master, it seems that only senior brother has been here?"

"I only occasionally send Master back when he drinks too much." Ning Ruyu shook her head, "Normally, I don't have permission to enter the depths."

"Junior brother broke in by mistake, should everything be fine?"

"As long as the master is following you, nothing will happen."

"Elder brother, what exactly is in this? Can you tell me?"

The other three people looked at Ning Ruyu at the same time. After a short silence, Ning Ruyu still answered vaguely:

"There's actually nothing inside. It's just a room similar to Lao Wu."

"Just a room?"

Everyone nodded slightly, and with a tacit understanding, they did not continue to ask questions, but each opened the void curtain and disappeared into the desert.

……

Deep in the desert.

A flash of red clothes quickly swept across the wind and sand, and the black smiling face was silent and ferocious.

In this barren cultural desert, no living creatures or water sources can be seen. It is like an endless cage, trapping humans as small as ants.

When "Chen Ling" traveled nearly dozens of kilometers on cloud steps, a black spot gradually emerged at the end of the desert in the distance.

As he got closer, he could see clearly that it was a house standing in the middle of the desert. It occupied a larger area than the one at Chou Peak. When the distance between the two was no more than three kilometers, the appearance of an ancestral hall gradually became clear.

"Chen Ling" was moving extremely fast. Just when he was about to enter the ancestral hall, a voice sounded from above:

""Certainly". "

The moment this word rang out, Hong Yi's figure suddenly stagnated, maintaining the state of half-stepping into the threshold of the ancestral hall, as stiff as a sculpture... But if you look carefully, you will find that he is not completely frozen, but like a statue. He was bound by some kind of force, and his muscles were constantly trembling, as if he was about to break free soon.

In the face of this natural enemy of drama, the effect of the secret method is greatly weakened, just like the lines in a performance. No matter how infectious they are, it is difficult to influence the "audience" for a long time.

The master walked up to "Chen Ling", looked at the dark "audience" face, and spoke slowly:

"Chen Ling, you need to wake up."

"Even if confusion engulfs your past, there must still be something that can serve as your 'anchor'..."

"The past that impresses you, the people who changed the trajectory of your life, their existence has made you who you are today... Find it, grab it, I know you can do it."

The dark face of the audience struggled again, and the physical body of "Chen Ling" began to tremble continuously.

In a dark world.

Chen Ling held his head in his hands, and endless confusion was impacting his cognition. He didn't know what these were, and he didn't know how he had so many confusions, but he could vaguely guess that behind these confusions, There must be a shocking secret hidden...

"Anchor...do I have other anchors?"

Chen Ling endured the pain and struggled to open his eyes. In a daze, he saw a figure slowly walking towards him from the heavy snow.

The "dan" character's makeup covered his face, and the identical red opera robe swayed gently in the wind and snow. He stood in the frost-white world, looking at Chen Ling's face with his red apricot eyes.

"Brother, I'm here." He said softly.

"Ayan...?"

Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

"No matter whether my brother's past is true or false, our feelings are real." Chen Yan smiled slightly, "We were the first to meet each other, and I have the deepest influence on my brother. Master uses the [True Self Mirror] to awaken the instinct of this body, You just want me to be your first anchor...

Your confusion is too powerful, and only I can anchor your understanding. "

Chen Ling was stunned.

Many details emerged in Chen Ling's mind, and everything seemed to be connected in series. As soon as he entered the Opera Guzang, his master asked him to learn basic secret techniques, whether it was "singing" or "reciting", to lay the foundation for mastering the lyrics to be used in "Painting Zhuyan"... And he and "True Self" The encounter with Jing] was not a coincidence, but the preparation made by the master specifically to awaken Chen Yan's consciousness. After all, there is probably no one in this world who understands the power of "mockery" better than him...

From the first day he entered Xi Dao Gu Zang, the master had been preparing for this day... no, even before he entered Xi Dao Gu Zang, the master had already started planning.

This just proves that the importance of "painting a beautiful face" is far beyond Chen Ling's imagination. It is not only to dispel confusion, but may also be related to "ridiculing" disasters!

Chen Ling asked immediately:

"Ayan, what should I do?"

Chen Yan smiled in the snow and shook his head, "Brother, you don't have to do anything... Do you still remember that you said you would teach me how to put on makeup?"

"……Um."

"I actually know that I'm not very good at makeup, but at least I'm very satisfied with my eye makeup every time." The corners of Chen Yan's mouth rose, as if he was very happy, and he continued,

"The first makeup on my brother's face...let me do it."

Chen Yan gently touched the corners of his eyes with his hands, and a touch of apricot red was transferred to the pads of his fingers, as if he had taken off a corner of his own makeup, and walked slowly in front of Chen Ling...

"Brother, close your eyes."

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment and closed her eyes consciously.

Chen Yan raised his hands and stretched his two thumbs towards Chen Ling's face... In this dark world, the pure white face was still spotless, and as Chen Yan's fingers fell down, with a light touch, a pair of apricots appeared The red eye shadow will stay on the surface of the face forever.

With this stroke, this boring and pure white face finally had its first color, and it came to life like the finishing touch. A touch of white spread crazily from Chen Ling's feet to the surroundings!

This small boat sailing on the rough sea finally dropped its first "anchor". The hull that might have collapsed at any time gradually stabilized, and the endless confusion was dispersed like the night by the ship's light.

That was the mark left by Chen Yan on him, and that was the proof of the existence of "Chen Ling"...

That is Chen Ling's unique facial makeup. Maybe in the future this face will become more complete because of his experience, but this apricot eye makeup will always be his pillar and starting point.

Chen Ling's eyes slowly opened. Different from the delicate and gentle eye makeup on Chen Yan's face, the corners of Chen Ling's apricot-colored eyes were raised like phoenix tails. While they were eerie, they also had a unique aura. Fierceness and murderous intent...

At the same time, Chen Ling could feel a mysterious feeling rising from his eyes. He seemed to be able to see more things than before. Even the [secret pupil] began to be absorbed by this eye makeup, some kind of more powerful pupil. The art is about to be born!

"This is...my 'Zhu Yan'."

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