I'm not a drama god

In the snow in the distance, Mo Lian slowly raised the brim of his bowler hat with his fingertips.

He looked at the scarlet costume standing up from Jiang Xiaohua in the distance, standing in the snow, with emotion and teasing in his eyes.

“As expected of the [Borrowed Moon] path… Byakuya, Byakuya, you have such a special ability, why don’t you use it where it should be used…”

"As long as you want, you can completely manipulate this fusion of world-destroying disasters at will. If you use the right means, you can even control his memory and destroy all human realms one by one."

"This is a super weapon that can surpass the Silver King..."

Mo Lian's hands were glowing with the faint light of [Heart Python]. The more he whispered, the more excited he became, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Having just stolen the ability to steal memories, Mo Lian saw the rumored world-destroying disaster fusion, which made him feel like he had made a fortune from heaven. He knew very well that these two things combined together would be enough to unleash an almost invincible power!

As long as he controls it properly, he might even be able to use the ridicule disaster to flatten the Wuji Realm and kill the Silver King!

Once the Silver King dies, the position of demigod in the God of Thieves will be vacant, and he will become the most promising candidate for the next demigod... This is his chance to become a god!

Before that, let's practice with the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures...

I don’t know how long this ancient treasure, which has been abandoned for hundreds of years, can withstand the power of the disaster?

Just when Mo Lian was expecting Chen Ling's death and Chaozai's birth, something strange happened!

……

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Current expected value: 57%]

Two lines of text flashed before Chen Ling's eyes, and he was slightly startled.

Before he realized anything, the snow and wind in front of him seemed to be torn apart by a pair of hands, and a black-clothed figure holding a long sword, with murderous intent and hatred, walked towards him.

"Chen-Ling-!!!"

The moment he saw the man's face clearly, Chen Ling's brows gradually furrowed;

"It's you." Chen Ling said calmly, "Strange... I clearly killed you with my own hands, why are you not dead yet?"

"Why should I die...why should I die??"

Jian Changsheng's eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Chen Ling, or perhaps at his own rough fate, and roared angrily!

"I have been a servant for so many years, and finally I have a chance to escape my fate! How can I die here... You may be a monster or a demon! I, Jian Changsheng, will never accept my fate!!"

Jian Changsheng was like a black wild beast, rushing towards the scarlet robe in the wind and snow!

So fast!

Chen Ling was shocked. Compared to his memory, Jian Changsheng's speed was much faster, but he was able to react in time and used the boning knife in his hand to block the sword!

Dang Dang Dang——!

The boning knife and the long sword collided rapidly, making a clear and loud noise, and the terrifying force continued to blow away the surrounding ground.

Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng were both surprised at their skyrocketing fighting power, but as white light continued to flash above their heads, the two had no time to think about the reasons. Endless confusion and emptiness filled their minds.

Both of them had forgotten most of their skills and only retained the most basic fighting instincts. The boning knives and swords continued to cut each other's bodies, and after a while they turned into two bloody men.

In this situation, both sides' [Blood Robes] were subconsciously activated, and their combat power continued to surge!

Seeing the two fighting each other, Chen Ling quickly distanced himself from Jian Changsheng and pointed the dark muzzle of his gun at the bloody body of Jian Changsheng...

He also has a powerful skill, which he drew from Han Meng, [Tribunal].

As Chen Ling's killing intent spread wildly, a domain-level pressure suddenly descended, and the breath of judgment locked onto Jian Changsheng who was rushing over with an icy cold gaze. A feeling of suffocation, as if on the verge of death, continued to rise in the latter's heart...

Do not……

Jian Changsheng was defeated by this skill last time, but this time, this skill was even more terrifying, so terrifying that he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

The scarlet robe danced wildly in the wind, and Jian Changsheng even saw his impending death in the dark muzzle of the gun.

"For the restart of human civilization..."

"I judge you to death."

Chen Ling pulled the trigger.

The earth-shattering judgment did not happen, and Jian Changsheng was not decomposed into nothingness by this blow... Jian Changsheng, covered in blood, opened his eyes blankly and found that he was still alive, his eyes full of confusion.

"The [Inquisition] didn't activate...why?" Chen Ling looked at his palm and muttered to himself.

The launch of the [Tribunal] requires a "name".

This "name" was made by Chen Ling, but it had to be consistent with Chen Ling's heart, and could not go against his will, and could not frame someone at will... His "restart name" that always worked, unexpectedly failed in front of Jian Changsheng this time...

This shows that, deep down in his heart, Jian Changsheng is not the enemy of the restart of human civilization, nor is he his enemy?

why?

The failure of Chen Ling's [Tribunal] made Jian Changsheng's eyes light up. He seized this flaw without hesitation, stabbed a sword into Chen Ling's abdomen, and slashed it horizontally with force!

Blood splattered on the snow. Chen Ling was almost cut in half by this blow. Under the impact of Jian Changsheng, he staggered backwards and fell to the ground.

“Hahahahaha!! Chen Ling!! This time, I win!!”

Jian Changsheng couldn't help laughing as he looked at Chen Ling, who was covered in blood. He raised the bloody sword in both hands and was about to stab Chen Ling's throat!

The next moment, the sword edge with a flashing cold light stopped in the air.

……

Forgetting progress: 70%

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In the heavy snow and wind, Sun Bumian followed the footprints under his body and walked back step by step.

Sun Bumian didn't remember where he was, nor why he was here. He only knew that when he came to his senses, he had walked a long way in the unknown snow...

After standing in a daze in the snow for a long time, he decided to trace back the way he came. He wanted to know how he, who was performing the lion dance just a second ago, ended up here in the blink of an eye.

As he gradually went deeper into the snow and wind, a large area of ​​scarlet blood came into his sight.

A figure in a scarlet robe had been almost cut in half, lying in the center of the blood... and beside him, a figure staggered back, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"I...I...I killed someone?"

Jian Changsheng's face was pale. He stared blankly at the blood-stained sword he had just dropped and the dying blood shadow in front of him, his body trembling with fear.

"I killed someone... No... How could I kill someone..."

"What have I done..."

"If Master Yan knew about this, I would definitely be held accountable by the Chamber of Commerce, and my father would probably be implicated as well... He was about to get rid of his indenture... It's over... Everything is over..."