I'm not a drama god

Jiang Xiaohua was very upset.

Before setting out from the Wuji Realm, the wizards had told him that he only needed to be an emotionless corpse and lie down all the way to the Tianshu Realm...but he was inexplicably stuffed into this hellhole halfway, and he couldn't lie down peacefully anywhere.

If he had known earlier, he probably shouldn't have rescued those children. Lying straight in the gray world would be much quieter than this.

Jiang Xiaohua turned around and looked in the direction where the troops had just left.

I saw a figure wearing a Tang suit and holding a lion dance headgear, running wildly in the void at an astonishing speed. Even the pale golden remnant of the emperor could not catch up with him. He kicked the head of the guard beside him in anger, and then continued to chase him with all his strength.

“I don’t invite disasters, and disasters don’t invite me… I invite disasters, and disasters can’t catch up with me, can’t catch up with me, can’t catch up with me, can’t catch up with me…”

Sun Bumian muttered something while pushing [Cloud Step] to its extreme.

He was originally dragged into this by Chen Ling, and had no intention of confronting the emperors of all dynasties head-on. He just used his speed advantage to constantly deal with the emperor... Compared with Chen Ling, his cloud steps were different, and they were more perfect, and his speed was much faster. Perhaps the only ones who could compete with him were his master or senior brother Ning Ruyu.

Jiang Xiaohua turned her head slowly.

On the other side of the battlefield, a figure holding a blood-red sword, like an unstoppable Shura, killed his way through a team of the emperor's personal soldiers and rushed out from the edge of the team covered in blood.

The direction Jian Changsheng rushed out from was right in front of Jiang Xiaohua. After he finally fought his way out, he saw the dull mummy standing by the pit and was stunned for a moment:

"Fuck!! He's alive!!"

Before he could finish his words, the remnant of the emperor who was chasing him raised his hand, and a huge golden stone tablet fell from the sky, smashing the stunned Xiao Jian headfirst into the ground, causing billowing dust to rise.

Xiao Jian's warm blood mixed with the hurricane's wind and rolled onto the bandage on Jiang Xiaohua's cheek not far away. He silently wiped it with snow water, his action full of disgust.

The personal guards of the three emperors who led the army in person have completely occupied this area. No matter which direction they go, there is endless war and weapons. Jiang Xiaohua stood there blankly, not knowing where to go for a moment.

At the same time, above the sky of the snowfield, four or five remnants of the emperor led their troops and horses to personally lead the army!

The mighty army seemed endless as they rushed here. The remnants of more than 400 emperors deep in the ancient imperial treasury had already formed murderous intentions towards the actor emperor, one after another, and today they were determined to wipe out Chen Ling in the "hidden dragon in the abyss"!

A bright red costume flew across the sky, followed closely by a golden dragon made of banknotes.

Chen Ling looked up and saw several emperors coming to kill him. His heart immediately sank to the bottom of the valley... If he insisted on fighting, he would not be defeated by the remnant of the emperor behind him, but if he killed this emperor, there would be an endless stream of emperors coming to fight in person. In the worst case, this "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" could accommodate a hundred emperors fighting...

No matter how good Chen Ling and the other two were at fighting, they couldn't fight their way out of this absolute numerical suppression.

Chen Ling was able to use a portion of the power of the ancient imperial treasure, which also allowed him to directly enter the second level "Or Leap into the Abyss", but the problem was that the second level was full of the emperor's personal guards. Once he entered, he would inevitably trigger more sieges from the emperor, which would be tantamount to seeking death.

Even if he wanted to leave, he had to find Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian first and take them with him.

"Damn..."

Chen Ling used the Tribunal and shot off one of the claws of the chasing Golden Dragon of Paper Money, gaining a brief chance to catch his breath. Before he could look for Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian, the remnants of three pale golden emperors descended from the sky, completely blocking all his escape routes!

boom--! !

The four imperial pressures overlapped each other, locking Chen Ling's agile figure... The incomplete golden dragon slowly rose in front of him and roared at Chen Ling!

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Current expected value: 48%]

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The overwhelming number of soldiers and horses filled every corner of the snowy plain.

Jiang Xiaohua seemed to feel that the surroundings were too noisy and too chaotic, so chaotic that even his breathing was a little suppressed... Oh, although he didn't need to breathe at all.

"It's so troublesome... All three of them are so troublesome." Jiang Xiaohua whispered, "If this continues, I will be dragged into it too..."

After a little hesitation, Jiang Xiaohua finally made up her mind and lowered her head to look carefully for something in the snow.

He found the positions where Chen Ling and the other two had buried him, dug a handful of snow from under their feet, and then untied the bandages on his hands bit by bit...

A pair of white and slender hands, exposed to the air, look like white jade.

Jiang Xiaohua used her ten fingers to carefully knead the three balls of snow in her palms...

Pinch, pinch, pinch.

A few seconds later, he placed three little snow-white men in front of him one by one.

Jiang Xiaohua's hands were like a magical carving knife. With a few casual pinches, she was able to create the spirit of the three people. She even created the details of Xiao Jian's wolf tail, Chen Ling's costume, and Sun Bumian's small round sunglasses...

Jiang Xiaohua sat cross-legged in the snow. After she finished making the three little figures, she looked at them with satisfaction, then made a mysterious seal with her hands in front of her body.

"curse."

The next moment, the three little snow-white men were slightly shocked.

Almost at the same time, Chen Ling felt a mysterious force surging out from nothingness. After a sudden flash before his eyes, he disappeared from the spot in an instant!

A feeling of dizziness surged into Chen Ling's mind. He subconsciously opened his eyes again and found himself sitting cross-legged in the snow, with a thin layer of broken snow covering his body...

Where he was originally standing, a small cute snowman was smashed into pieces by the roaring golden dragon of banknotes!

The four besieged emperors were stunned at the same time.

Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian, who appeared out of nowhere beside Chen Ling, were also stunned...

One of them was covered in blood, holding a sword, and seemed ready to fight; the other's legs shook, and he almost catapulted from the spot and continued to run into the sky. When the two of them found themselves suddenly in this snowy land, their eyes were filled with deep confusion.

The three of them looked at each other, and their eyes fell on the "mummy" who had loosened the bandages on his hands...

"you……"

"Shhh."

Jiang Xiaohua raised her slender fingertips and gestured to everyone to keep quiet.

Then he opened his arms, and under the blank gazes of Chen Ling and the other two, he hugged the three of them in front of him like a good brother...

The bandages fell off his wrists, revealing a large area of ​​white skin.

When his skin was exposed, an inexplicable force spread in the air, and the breath of Chen Ling and the other two seemed to be obscured by something, and completely disappeared in the vast wind and snow.