I'm not a drama god

At the same time, Bai Ye and the King of Clubs, who were trying hard to stop Brand in mid-air, were shocked when they heard these words.

The two of them looked at each other, noticed each other's subtle expressions, and then retreated to the rear at the same time, with no intention of getting entangled with Brand anymore.

"……Um?"

Brand, who had just torn open the magic scene, was also a little surprised when he saw this.

Bai Ye and the King of Clubs turned into two streams of light and crossed the street. The latter first conjured up a magic hat out of thin air, and with a light wave of his hand, he put Jian Changsheng and others into the hat.

"This..." Kong Baosheng was stunned for a moment when he saw this magical scene.

Before he and Li Qingshan could start talking, the hat of the Club J swept again, sweeping the two of them in.

At the same time, Bai Ye looked at Chen Ling seriously:

"Chen Ling, are you serious?"

"Yeah." Chen Ling nodded slightly, glanced at the nothingness behind him, and answered confidently, "Don't worry... I'll be fine."

"Okay, let's go first!"

Before he finished speaking, the two of them moved at an astonishing speed, as if facing life and death. In just a few flashes, they disappeared from Chen Ling's sight...

Chen Ling:......

Bai Ye and the J of Clubs were so decisive that Chen Ling was a little stunned for a moment, while Kong Baosheng and the other person in the magic hat were even more confused.

"Sir... Sir is still there!" the young man said anxiously, "You left him behind!"

"We can't take him away."

"……Why??"

"This matter is a bit complicated... Anyway, it's better not to get close to him now."

"But if we leave the gentleman alone, he will be in danger!"

"Danger?"

The sneering sound of the 9 of Hearts came from the magic hat, and many eyes penetrated the hat itself and looked at the rapidly receding street ruins behind.

"Just watch carefully... what kind of person is this Mr. Lin you are talking about?"

Kong Baosheng and Li Qingshan both stood there in a daze.

……

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Current expected value: 55%]

As two lines of small words passed before Chen Ling's eyes, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled...

The hot breath drifted from the corners of his mouth, condensed into wisps of white mist in the inexplicably cold atmosphere, and disappeared over the ruins;

at the same time,

Brand's figure floated down from the sky and landed on the dusty ground.

"It seems that your companions have also abandoned you." Brand sneered, "The outside world has heard rumors about how powerful the Twilight Society is, but now it seems that they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs..."

Boom-!

Brand walked forward slowly, and the eighth-level pressure was like a mountain pressing down on the entire street. Even the swirling dust seemed to be pressed down in mid-air by an invisible giant hand, and all of it was firmly stuck to the ground!

Also suppressed along with them was Chen Ling, who was wearing a bright red opera robe.

Brand used his own aura to lock Chen Ling, making it impossible for him to even take a step to escape... He did not attack first. After all, Chen Ling was only at the third level. Without the obstruction of those members of the Twilight Society, it would be easy for him to kill Chen Ling.

This guy ruined their plan at the most critical moment. Killing him like this would be too easy for him.

"……Yeah?"

Although Chen Ling was suppressed by the aura of the eighth level, his expression was extremely calm.

At the same time, outside the dimension of the Red Dust Realm, the Dust Dragon that was still fighting with Red Dust Lord Su Zhiwei seemed to smell a familiar scent and suddenly turned its head to look in this direction...

Compared with the mortal world that has been hidden in the red flower, the Dust Dragon is so huge that it seems like a god from outer space, and its entire appearance cannot be seen by the naked eye... The empty wind tunnel eye slowly approaches the red flower, like the moon about to hit the earth, and a sense of grandeur and oppression sweeps over!

The next moment, in the void behind Chen Ling, a pair of scarlet eyes opened again!

Kill it

Kill it, kill it, kill it...

The deafening sound of trampling resounded in the theater in Chen Ling's mind. Countless bloody small words were frantically sketched on the floor, venting the audience's anger and desire!

Brand was moving forward, but suddenly stopped in his tracks:

"what……?"

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Brand vaguely felt that the temperament of Chen Ling in front of him seemed different... An inexplicable chill arose from nowhere and spread throughout his body, even the hair on his arms stood up unconsciously.

He looked around Xi Zhou with some suspicion, not knowing where the coldness came from.

Boom-!

Boom——Boom——!!

The repeated trampling sounds made Chen Ling frown subconsciously, and the familiar feeling of severe pain surged into his heart again... But this time he did not panic, but calmly closed his eyes slowly.

When he opened his eyes again, two traces of apricot eye makeup emerged from the corners of his eyes, captivating!

——【Painting Red Face】!!

"Zhu Yan", who had always been suppressed by the west wall, finally returned to Chen Ling's body. He found his own face, the "anchor" prepared for him by his master!

The moment this face appeared, the influence of the "audience" on him was greatly reduced. Even the deafening sound of trampling no longer made him feel uncomfortable... His frown relaxed, and his whole temperament seemed different.

Of course, Chen Ling used [Painted Face] not only to isolate herself from the harassment of the "audience"...

This was the last layer of insurance he prepared for himself.

"To be precise, you need a face that belongs to you, a face that belongs to 'Chen Ling'... Only in this way can you have a glimmer of hope when you feel confused about your own existence, and even your mind is swallowed up by confusion." Return to yourself.”

The master's words echoed in his ears. Although Chen Ling could not fully understand the meaning of them, he felt that it would be a good idea to leave a layer of insurance at this moment.

When Brand saw this scene, his face gradually became gloomy.

When Chen Ling lowered her head and raised her head again, there were two strange apricot-red spots at the corners of her eyes... Although Brand didn't know what it was, combined with the chill that had just emerged, he felt that something seemed to be wrong.

No matter what, let’s kill this guy first!

Just when Brand was about to make a move, Chen Ling made the first move;

She reached into the sleeve of her bright red robe and took out a revolver engraved with rose patterns from her bosom. Then, in front of Brand's stunned gaze, she gently placed it against his temple...

Brand stood there in a daze.

"You..." Brand was puzzled.

Could it be that this guy knew he couldn't escape this disaster and decided to commit suicide?

The brass casing of the revolver reflected a faint light in the dim light. An actor in red clothes with alluring apricot eyes was pressing the muzzle of the gun against his own temple, and the hem of his clothes fluttered silently like a flame in the wind!

Countless scarlet eyes surrounded Chen Ling. They seemed to have guessed what Chen Ling was going to do. Their eyes narrowed into long crescents, as if they were expecting something, as if they were celebrating!

[Audience expectation: 55%]

If Chen Ling died this time, the audience's expectation value would be deducted by 50, and the first reception would drop to an unprecedented 5%... Chen Ling didn't know what would happen then, but according to past experience, this stage would correspond to a "world-destroying" level of destructive power. He also didn't know if he could return to the stage after this adventure... This was a gamble.

But at this historic moment, Chen Ling felt that she should say something;

If he fails to return to the stage, this sentence will be his last line in this grand performance...

What kind of line would this be?

In Chen Ling's mind, everything about this war surged. The successive generations of the palaces, Huang Suyue's resolute turn back, Li Qingshan's desperate decision, and the mortal history that created everything three hundred years ago from Meihua 8's mouth... Emotions were surging, and a sentence that could summarize the world of mortals emerged in Chen Ling's mind.

He looked at Brand, and at the wind tunnel dragon pupil that was gradually approaching in the sky, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was smiling;

When Brand saw this weird smile, his heart trembled for no reason!

He raised his hand without hesitation and grabbed Chen Ling's head through the air, as if he wanted to kill Chen Ling at this moment!

But the next moment,

Chen Ling smiled and pulled the trigger.

A voice like rolling thunder, echoing in every corner of the mortal world!

"A salute to the pioneer of human civilization!!!"

boom--! ! !

A bullet pierced Chen Ling's head, and the scarlet blood burst out like a grand firework, bursting into the ruins! !