I'm not a drama god

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"No, there is no such place. I have read the manual." Jian Changsheng shook his head firmly, then pointed at Jiang Xiaohua's forehead and said fiercely,

"Brother, no matter who you are, don't follow us anymore... Tongtian Star Position must be mine! You can't take it away from me!"

Jian Changsheng waved his fist and said nothing more to Jiang Xiaohua.

The three of them turned around and continued walking towards the white snow in front of them...leaving only Jiang Xiaohua standing blankly in the snow, like a sculpture.

Jiang Xiaohua knew that something must have happened without his knowledge.

He subconsciously lowered his head to look at his chest. There was a mysterious black pattern in the shape of a small flower. One corner of its petals was silently emitting a faint glow... That was one of the curses engraved on him.

[I will always feel the pain, I will always remember the sorrow, I will never forget]

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Forgetting progress: 30%

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"Where is...where?"

The wind and snow stuck to Chen Ling's eyelashes, and his scarlet robe fluttered silently. He slowly stopped.

Chen Ling felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it. He looked at the snowy palace in the distance, his mind going blank.

Without Jiang Xiaohua's cover, the aura of the emperor's fate began to attract the attention of some of the emperor's remnants nearby, but Chen Ling was completely unaware of this;

"Strange... something seems wrong." Jian Changsheng slapped his forehead with his palm and muttered, "Hongxin, you... hey, why are you here? Shouldn't you be in Xidao Ancient Treasures?"

"Xidao Ancient Collection, yes, this should be in Xidao Ancient Collection... Which disc is this?"

Chen Ling glanced to the side and saw a stranger wearing a Tang suit and small round sunglasses looking at her in confusion, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"No, I just had a free meal, that's not serious, right?!" Sun Bumian subconsciously took two steps back, "Where did you kidnap me?"

Just as Chen Ling was about to say something, a pale golden streak of the emperor's remnant fell from the sky!

Boom——! !

The golden dragon of paper money roared across the earth, and the surging breath shook Chen Ling and the other two in different directions. Amidst the flying snow, the man in red costume retreated dozens of meters before he staggered and steadied himself.

The emperor's afterimage instantly locked onto Chen Ling's gaze, and he waved his hand again, and countless banknotes gathered from all directions!

Upon seeing this, Chen Ling instinctively used the [Cloud Step] and narrowly avoided the dangerous attack... and then suddenly froze in place.

"Cloud Steps? How can I do Cloud Steps?"

In Chen Ling's memory at this moment, he had just come into contact with the four secret techniques of the ancient treasures of opera, and had not yet fully mastered them. Seeing himself suddenly use this technique, the confusion in his eyes became more and more intense.

"I don't invite disaster, and disaster doesn't invite me... The situation is not good, I'd better leave first!"

Sun Bumian took the [Cloud Step] without hesitation, and while the emperor was still chasing Chen Ling, he fled and disappeared in the snow in a flash.

Jian Changsheng's vision was also blocked by the rolled-up banknotes, and he lost his way amid the waves of exclamations.

"Damn..."

Chen Ling, who had forgotten two fourth-order domains and all the secret techniques of theatrical arts, naturally could not be a match for this remnant of the emperor. Even though he tried his best, he could only get through a few rounds in a miserable state and barely survive.

No, that's not right...I must have forgotten something...forgotten...

Is it the way of stealing gods?

As soon as a trace of doubt arose in Chen Ling's mind, a flash of white light flashed quietly, and his "doubt" was also stolen away, leaving only endless emptiness and confusion.

Roar--! !

The golden dragon of banknotes roared and bit Chen Ling's body. Its sharp teeth instantly bit several big holes, and blood flowed out... Chen Ling was bitten by the golden dragon and crashed into the ground, followed by a roar.

The pale golden remnant of the emperor fell silently from the sky, and the golden dragon on the banknote circled in the wind. Just as he was about to give Chen Ling the final blow, his body suddenly shook!

Not far behind him, a shirtless, white-haired figure had been sitting in the snow...

In front of him, there is a lifelike little man made of banknotes.

The little paper figure was wearing an imperial robe and had a majestic appearance. Beside him was a paper dragon as thick as a little finger, which corresponded to the emperor's regret.

Jiang Xiaohua clasped her hands in front of her body, snapped her fingers and hit the paper mannequin right on the forehead.

Snapped--

The paper man flew out from the snow.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Xiaohua spoke softly:

"curse."

boom--! !

The emperor's remnant seemed to be hit hard by something and flew backwards violently. The golden dragon on the banknote also wrapped around him and flew several kilometers away with a roar.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Xiaohua quickly climbed up from the snow and ran into the pit where Chen Ling was!

He carried the blood-soaked Chen Ling on his back, took heavy steps, and fled in the opposite direction of the emperor's remnant... At the same time, the aura wafting from his skin temporarily obscured Chen Ling's fate as an emperor.

Chen Ling was covered in wounds at this time. He felt that someone was carrying him forward. He slowly opened his eyes in confusion.

"Who... are you...?" Chen Ling didn't know him, even though they had just met a few minutes ago.

"Jiang Xiaohua." The white-haired figure answered in a low voice.

"Why did you save me?"

Jiang Xiaohua was silent for a long time, then said sullenly: "You said you would take me out... I believe you."

Chen Ling's blood was flowing under his bright red robe. He remained silent, as if he was recalling what Jiang Xiaohua meant.

Jiang Xiaohua was about to say something when a white light flashed above their heads.

next moment,

A sharp boning knife pierced his chest.

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Forgetting progress: 60%

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Jiang Xiaohua's figure fell in the snow, raising a heavy cloud of broken snow.

The lady in scarlet robe slowly stood up from the snow, and a boning knife was silently pulled out from Jiang Xiaohua's chest... blood stained the blade, the snow, and made the corners of the robe even more scarlet.

Chen Ling's eyes were bloodshot, his breath was sharp and crazy, and a murderous intent was raging around him!

"Whether you are a fire usurper or a law enforcer... there cannot be a second survivor in the ancient collection of the Way of the Weapon."

“This is my show, this is my…”

“And Then There Were None.”

Chen Ling's voice was extremely hoarse.

At this moment, he seemed to be in the ancient military treasure house again. He killed everyone present and became the only survivor... This was the performance condition for him to be promoted to the next level.

Chen Ling slowly stepped over the stiff body of Jiang Xiaohua. Her scarlet costume fluttered silently in the wind and snow, like a demon.

"Why……"

“Why hasn’t the show ended yet…”

Chen Ling thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "Oh, right, I'm not dead yet... Only if I die, it will count as "No One Survives"."

Chen Ling pulled out a gun from his bosom and slowly put the black muzzle to his temple.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly.