I'm not a drama god

"Li Fu..."

Han Dong whispered the name, as if he wanted to remember it in his heart.

The young man in sackcloth clothes slowly stood up. At this moment, he was still immersed in the shock of seeing [the two emperors looking at you], and he looked like he was in a daze...

So this is what Zhu Zhong and Wu Qiong saw?

The young man in hemp clothes quickly recovered from his surprise. He already knew that this was in an ancient Shinto storage, so it was not surprising that such a magical phenomenon occurred... Combined with what Wu Qiong had just said to him about being more proactive, he vaguely guessed something.

Where they can't see, there is a group of "emperors" watching everything, and only by taking the initiative can they get their attention.

This format was very familiar to Mai Yi. When he was in school, he participated in speech and talent competitions, which also had a similar mechanism... By attracting more attention from the judges and leaders, he could eventually win the championship.

So after gaining enough attention, perhaps you can also get an opportunity from this ancient treasure?

After hesitating for a long time, Han Dong cut the pancake tightly in his hand into two and handed one half to the boy in hemp clothes.

The hemp-clothed boy was stunned. "Give it to me?"

"I can't stand that Zhu Zhong. He relies on his brute force to treat everyone as servants. It's a pity that I can't beat him." Han Dong pursed his lips, his eyes full of stubbornness.

"But you are different. I was beaten, but you were the only one who stood up and scared him away... Giving you half the pie is nothing."

The young man in hemp clothes looked at the half-blooded cake. After a moment's silence, he took it.

"Thank you."

After Zhu Zhong left, most of the people stood up and followed him. Although Zhu Zhong was violent, his strength and courage were unquestionable. Following him would give them the best chance of leaving here, and even the hemp-clothed boy could not deny that.

As everyone was walking, the young man in hemp clothes looked at the pancake in his hand, thinking...

He did not eat the cake, but cut it into two halves and handed the piece without blood to A Qian.

"Brother Xiao Li, please eat. You are too tired." Although Ah Qian was starving, he did not accept it. Instead, he said firmly, "I am not hungry at all."

"Be good, I still have half a piece, which is enough for you to eat."

"But……"

"You need to be full to have the strength to walk. Otherwise, wouldn't it be more tiring for me to carry you?"

Ah Qian thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case, so he stopped arguing with the young man in hemp clothes, took big bites of the cake, and quickly finished it.

After watching this scene quietly, the young man in hemp clothes did not eat his piece immediately. Instead, he broke it into several pieces and gave them to the other young men one by one.

A few young men were at the end and were suddenly secretly given a piece of cake. Their eyes flashed with confusion and surprise.

"you……"

"I remember you guys, you're all from District 2, right?" The hemp-clothed teenager said calmly, "My name is Li Fu, also from District 2... Since we're all neighbors, we should take care of each other.

Maybe our parents are all friends.”

When the young men heard this, they looked at each other, and gratitude appeared in their eyes when they looked at the young man in hemp clothes.

In this strange, snowy place, no one knew where to find food and water. Everyone had walked all the way here and was starving to death, but the young man in hemp clothes was actually willing to share his food with them, truly helping someone in need.

Coupled with the blessing of the identity of "neighbor", their favorability towards the boy in hemp clothes increased dramatically, especially the last sentence "parents are all friends", which undoubtedly provided a great sense of security for the underage children.

"Thank you Brother Li, thank you Brother Li!" Everyone was very grateful.

"Don't make it public. Just eat the things I give you secretly." The young man in hemp clothes glanced at the people walking in front and said softly, "Be careful that others will get jealous."

Everyone was stunned and immediately nodded rapidly.

The two sentences from the hemp-clothed boy made them subconsciously identify them as a group. The more sneaky the things they did, the more cohesion they could enhance. In addition, the word "jealous" silently labeled others as suspected "enemies", and their sense of belonging to the hemp-clothed boy became stronger.

After doing all this, the young man in hemp clothes continued to move forward with Asahi.

At the same time, the text in front of him changed again:

[The twelve emperors agree with your behavior]

really……

There was a gleam in the eyes of the young man in hemp clothes.

"You just told me that you were an orphan, and then you turned around and said, 'Your parents might be friends'?" Wu Qiong's slightly teasing voice came from the side.

"I am indeed an orphan. Even my last name and given name were casually given to me by the dean back then." The young man in hemp clothes paused for a moment, "But who can say that my biological parents and their parents are definitely not friends?"

"Are you really from District 2? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I was kicked out of the orphanage and was begging outside when I passed by District 2. I lived on the street for a few days... so I can say I lived there."

"..." Wu Qiong looked at him deeply for a long time.

"You are a strong rival... I regret asking you to take the initiative just now."

"If you didn't tell me, I would have found out sooner or later, but after you told me, we became one step closer to each other... At least now, we are allies."

The hemp-clothed boy smiled slightly.

Wu Qiong opened his mouth, but didn't know how to respond, so he could only nod with a complicated expression.

"I don't know when this snowfield will end." The young man in hemp clothes muttered to himself. He looked up at the nothingness above his head. "If they want to test us, what's the point of wandering in this snowfield all the time?"

"You mean..."

"Fire tests gold. If this is really a test, then there must be dangers that match the opportunities, right? I don't think letting us freeze to death in the snow is a reasonable test."

"Maybe there is danger." Wu Qiong paused for a moment, "It's just that we haven't discovered it yet."

……

"Just as Hong Xin speculated, this is the trial ground used to select the new Emperor."

"The characteristic of the [Emperor] is that his rank is not fixed, and his upper limit of strength is entirely determined by his vassal 'ministers'... The more and stronger the ministers are, the stronger the emperor's power will be."

"The rules of this ancient treasure house are the same. As the saying goes, gossip can melt gold, and repeated criticism can destroy a person. Once you get the 'recognition' of other subordinates, you can let the general trend push you to a certain extent... Just like Zhao Kuangyin back then, after others put the yellow robe on him, he was as if helped by God and finally ascended the throne."

"The changes that happened to Hong Xin just now should be due to this principle."