I'm not a drama god

"……Have a meal?"

Jian Changsheng thought, this Red King is indeed a very particular person. He is in the Gray Realm, with Mie Shi sitting next to him, yet he can still eat on time...

However, Jian Changsheng himself had actually been hungry for a long time, but the situation was special now, so he didn't say it out loud. He sat down on the bench next to the Red King. Just as he was about to pick up the chopsticks, the master's voice rang out:

"You, switch places with him."

Jian Changsheng's outstretched hand paused in mid-air, then silently retracted, looked at "Chen Ling", and sat back on the other side.

"Chen Ling" frowned, looking at the master and the dish that appeared inexplicably, as if wondering if there was any trap... But after hesitating for a moment, he snorted coldly and sat down confidently next to the master.

The moment he sat down, the scene around him gradually changed. Familiar walls rose above the originally pitch-black ground, and a house folded out of thin air, covering all three of them... The original open-air environment suddenly turned into an indoor restaurant full of life.

Jian Changsheng was very curious about this scene, but "Chen Ling" was suddenly stunned when he saw the familiar environment around him.

This is the home of our third senior brother Wen Renyou.

"Chen Ling" frowned and stared at his master, wondering what this guy was up to.

"Let's eat." The chef naturally picked up the bowl and said calmly, "There is still rice in the kitchen. If it's not enough, go get it yourself."

"Thank you, senior!" Jian Changsheng stood in awe.

at the same time,

In the theater auditorium,

A confused figure shrouded in darkness, seeing the scenes in the performance, the sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger. When other audiences around him were getting impatient because of the boring plot, only he sat there in a daze, fully immersed in it...

It seemed as if he himself was the protagonist on the stage.

……

After some hesitation, "Chen Ling" still tentatively picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the food.

There was no lethal toxin, nor was it too unpalatable. It was just like the daily meals in an ordinary family, nothing special... "Chen Ling" watched as Jian Changsheng opposite him began to inhale violently, and the suspicion in his heart suddenly dissipated for the most part.

On the gray world covered with white frost, the cold wind was howling, and three figures were sitting in the house, enjoying a table of steaming home-cooked meals.

The atmosphere fell into a strange harmony.

[Audience Expectation Value-1]

"Chen Ling"'s expression suddenly froze.

At this point, the "audience" seemed to have gradually lost interest in this new "protagonist". He did not bring any emotional value, nor could he arouse anyone's expectations, and the story did not become interesting because of his presence.

He was not recognized by anyone, neither his master, Jian Changsheng, nor the audience in the theater.

"Eat more food."

The chef waved his sleeves expressionlessly, and produced three steaks from somewhere, placing them in front of the three people one by one.

The one in front of the chef was about 70% done, fresh and tender, with a fragrant meat.

In front of "Chen Ling" was a well-done steak that was even a little too tough to chew.

Jian Changsheng looked at the raw steak in front of him, which had not been processed at all and was still covered in blood, with a confused look on his face.

"Senior Hong Wang... why am I not familiar with this?" Jian Changsheng asked blankly.

The master sneered and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Because it's tender."

"Then why is mine well-done?" "Chen Ling" looked disgusted.

"It doesn't matter. It can act young."

“Chen Ling”: …

Jian Changsheng:......

Jian Changsheng finally figured it out. It turned out that until now, he still couldn't get over the incident of him calling Red King a brat... He scratched his head in embarrassment and continued to eat in silence.

boom--! !

"Chen Ling" smashed the table with his fist, smashing it and the dishes on it. He had lost all his patience and glared at the chef fiercely.

"Old man! I don't have time to play house with you here! Untie the shackles for me now!!"

The audience's expectations kept falling, and "Chen Ling" was extremely anxious. If he wanted to regain his expectations, he had to recover all his strength and then frantically provoke disputes... But a pair of white paper shackles blocked everything for him.

The master looked at the mess on the ground with a calm expression, as if he had been mentally prepared for this...

"You're too impatient."

"Impatient? You don't understand anything!!"

"This is the difference between you and Lao Liu." The master glanced at him calmly, "He is a natural actor and a natural director, and you... you are just an imitator full of negative emotions and poor acting skills, a self-righteous 'audience'."

Chen Ling's fists clenched tighter and tighter, and the world-destroying pressure was released along with the anger, shaking the houses in the gray world to the point of collapse.

"Stop talking nonsense... Stop wasting time here! Take off the shackles for me now!!"

The master saw this and just sighed helplessly. He waved his hand and put the mess on the ground and the house into the disc. "Let's go, we're almost there."

"Where is the place you mentioned?"

"there."

The master raised his sleeves and pointed his finger at the end of the dark ocean in the distance, "The deepest part of the forbidden sea."

Jian Changsheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"Wait! Are you saying... we are going to the deepest part of the forbidden sea? Isn't that the lair of another world destroyer?? Can it let us in?"

"Forbidden Sea..." "Chen Ling" narrowed his eyes slightly.

He turned to look at his master and said grimly, "As long as we get there, will you promise to help me remove the shackles?"

"I have sworn an oath in the name of Shinto."

"it is good."

"Chen Ling" snorted coldly and walked towards the forbidden sea.

Snowflake-like waves rushed onto the rocks in layers, and the extremely cold wind swept in from the sea, condensing everything into ice. In the distance, the lead-gray clouds looked like huge mountains, suspended above the sea, depressing and dead silent.

The lady in the bright red robe slowly stopped at the edge of the forbidden sea.

"Hey, didn't you hear what Senior Red King said? The Forbidden Sea is now the largest disaster territory in the entire Gray Realm... If we walk in so brazenly, what's the difference between that and burglary?" Jian Changsheng couldn't help but speak.

"The largest disaster territory?" "Chen Ling" sneered.

With a casual wave of his hand, a large red paper umbrella lightly fell into his palm. Although there was no force dissipating it, the next moment, the aura of destruction from the Ghost-Mocking Abyss surged up from the edge of the sea like a torch rising into the sky!

The man in the bright red robe stepped on the sea without any fear. The terrifying pressure first split the sea water to both sides, and then he walked forward in the air.

The second half of the sentence came faintly from under the big red paper umbrella:

"They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs."