I'm not a drama god

Woohoo——

As the violent winds in Xizai's body were suppressed to the extreme, a blue light flickered in his body, and the second dragon breath was ready to be released!

And those wind tunnel-like eyes were already firmly locked onto the figure leaping at high speed through the ruins.

No matter how fast Chen Ling moved with the help of the Shadow Toad, the dragon's breath of Xizai could always be aimed at him. The sense of crisis from the depths of his soul surged into Chen Ling's heart!

No!

There's no way to avoid it!

This thought appeared in Chen Ling's mind. He watched the giant dragon hovering in the air, as if the god of death's scythe was raised high, ready to split his brain at any time!

at the same time,

A sense of separation surged from Chen Ling's mind.

The images in front of his eyes gradually flickered, and in a trance, he seemed to be back in the theater again.

Chen Ling opened his eyes. The pale spotlight pierced his body like a sword. It was so strong that he couldn't even open his eyes. He could only barely see the surrounding scene through the gaps between his eyes...

thump—

Boom——! !

Boom—boom—boom—! !

The dull and violent trampling sound resounded throughout the theater.

The scarlet eyes in the audience became more and more dense and ferocious. They stomped their feet hard on the ground, as if venting their anger and murderous intent. The overlapping sounds were like deafening waves, rolling towards Chen Ling on the stage!

Chen Ling could clearly feel the emotions of the "audience". Their emotions were too strong and extreme. If it weren't for the existence of the west wall, Chen Ling would have been shocked and fainted on the spot... But fortunately, at this moment, he could still barely rely on his own will to stand firm on the stage.

But even so, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but on the ground below the stage, there were lines of bloody words outlined out of thin air!

Kill it...

"Damn it... Of course I know you want to kill it! I want to kill it too! It wants to kill me!" Chen Ling was tortured by the deafening sound, his eyes were full of bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and spoke,

"But how can I kill it?! It's the Destroyer!! I'm going to use my head to kill it?!"

Kill it, kill it, kill it...

"shut up!!!"

Chen Ling's roar resounded throughout the theater, but this could not stop the audience's emotions. Amid the roaring and trampling sounds, his premonition of death became stronger and stronger!

Above the dust-filled sky, the giant dragon's mouth slowly opened, and surging dragon breath rushed out of its throat, as if it was about to burst out in the next moment!

at this time,

A sigh sounded in Chen Ling's ears.

At this moment, the dragon's breath of peace came to an abrupt halt, the dust in the sky suddenly froze, and even the souls that were gradually rising to the sky and the flames of war blazing in the ruins seemed to be paused...

The world freezes at this moment.

Chen Ling was stunned.

Before he could come to his senses, the sky in the distance was folded like a page.

Next came the land of the Red Dust Realm, the witchcraft association and the disasters that were in a melee. They all paused at the moment of the sigh, and then were folded up like a children's 3D picture book...

Even the dragon's breath that was half-sprayed was folded by space and disappeared from Chen Ling's sight.

This scene was so bizarre that Chen Ling even thought he had a mental problem, but he soon discovered that things were not that simple...

Because this scene seemed familiar to him.

When Chen Ling entered the Xidao Ancient Collection for the first time, his senior brother Ning Ruyu invited him to have his first meal in the French movie "Chef". After that, every time he learned the secret method of "beating" from his senior brother, he would enter the world of movies.

The scene in front of me was exactly the same as the scene when the eldest brother was recycling movie discs!

Everything in front of Chen Ling was being folded at a rapid speed. The battlefield, which was originally filled with smoke and blood, receded like a tide... and was replaced by a familiar starry sky.

call--

A breeze blew past Chen Ling's face, rustling the grass beneath his feet.

Chen Ling suddenly came back to his senses and realized that he was sitting on the grassland. In front of him was the quiet snow-capped mountains shrouded in the night, and above his head was a sea of ​​twinkling stars...

He returned to Xidao Ancient Tibetan.

From the battlefield of life and death to the quiet and beautiful ancient Tibetan opera, this sudden change made Chen Ling feel like she was dreaming...

But he didn't know which one was the dream?

Before he died, he dreamed of Xidao Ancient Zang again, or... everything in the mortal world was just a big dream he had in Xidao Ancient Zang?

Could it be that he had never left Xidao Ancient Tibetan? ?

Chen Ling has a headache.

A figure walked lightly across the grassland swept by the evening breeze and stopped in front of him.

When Chen Ling saw the familiar hem of the clothes, he subconsciously looked up and saw a young man in a theatrical robe standing in front of him, holding an unmarked CD in his hand, looking at him quietly.

"……master?"

Chen Ling muttered to himself, and then he finally reacted and exclaimed: "Master?!!!"

"It's hard work, isn't it?"

The master smiled, gently lifted up a corner of his robe, and sat down next to Chen Ling. "If you are tired, you can rest here for a while."

"Master... why are you here? No, why am I here? Am I not in the Red Dust Realm?"

Facing Chen Ling's continuous questions, the master just smiled faintly and spoke slowly:

"Master, I saved the file for you."

"… Archive?"

"Domain disasters, demigod battles, world-destroying invasions... this scene is getting more and more exciting." The master turned to Chen Ling and smiled, "However, I see that you are too tense, so I will temporarily pause this scene and save it to let you catch your breath."

Chen Ling's gaze fell on the CD in the master's hand, her eyes full of disbelief!

"Master, you put Wuji Jun, Hongchen Jun, and Xizai... all into the CD?"

"Hahaha, it's not as exaggerated as you think. That dragon and Su Zhiwei are a bit difficult to deal with... I don't need to take them away. I just need to pull you out of this drama. When needed, I can put them back in your hands."

Chen Ling:......

The master used the calmest tone to overturn Chen Ling's cognition... He didn't understand how the master did it, but he was sure that based on the magical skills displayed by the master, it was definitely not inferior to Xizai or Hongchenjun!

Ever since Xi Zai was received by his master in the CD, Chen Ling's mind suddenly became clear. The audiences stopped making any noise, as if they had disappeared.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly...the string that had always been taut finally relaxed a little.

"Tired?"

"……tired."

"That's right, you're tired." The master shrugged. "The protagonist of a story always has to go through hardships... right?"