I'm not a drama god

The cowardly and gloomy figure knelt in the snow, his eyes full of emptiness and despair.

boom--! !

A gunshot sounded,

A bullet pierced through the wind and snow and hit Jian Changsheng directly between the eyebrows!

A streak of cinnabar-like blood floated out and merged silently into the snow beneath him. Jian Changsheng fell backwards on his back, his eyes empty as he lay in the wind and snow, motionless.

Opposite him, a figure wearing a scarlet opera robe and with a piece of ripped intestines hanging around his waist, stood up staggeringly...

He slowly glanced at Jian Changsheng on the ground, and finally fixed his eyes on Sun Bumian, the only one standing, and spoke hoarsely:

"Come on... don't you want to kill me? I told you, if you want to kill me completely, you need two shots!!"

There was a deep confusion in Sun Bumian's eyes.

Before he could say anything, a black hand stretched out from behind like a ghost, and after gently tapping his crown, a white light flashed, and Sun Bumian fell to the ground.

"...Such dawdling is really troublesome." Mo Lian seemed very unhappy with the interference of Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian.

All he wanted was to release the disaster in Chen Ling's body. He didn't care what happened to the other guys.

"who are you?"

Chen Ling stood there weakly. Excessive blood loss and emptiness made his eyes go black, and even his thoughts were extremely heavy... He looked at the figure walking slowly in front of him and asked hoarsely.

"Me?" Mo Lian raised his lips slightly.

"I'm the one who's here to control you."

Mo Lian knew that Chen Ling's spirit had been tortured to the limit, and it was the best time to steal her "reason". He gently lifted his black gloves...

The next moment, a faint light flashed, and Chen Ling's figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a small snowman falling silently from the sky.

Mo Lian was stunned. He looked back and saw that Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian had also turned into two snowmen...

Jiang Xiaohua, who had fallen in the snow at the beginning, had disappeared without a trace.

No one knows where this Jiang Xiaohua came from, but she was able to escape quietly under the nose of a thief king, and even took Chen Ling and the other two with her?

Mo Lian's face turned pale in an instant.

"Curse the Stand? Do you think you can get rid of me like this?"

Mo Lian snorted coldly, and with a flash of his body, he disappeared from the spot.

……

not far away.

Three muddy figures fell into the snow out of nowhere.

The white hair fluttered silently in the wind and snow. There was still a deep knife scar on Jiang Xiaohua's chest, and scarlet blood flowed down the scar... But even though the knife hit the vital point, he still did not die.

"The curse that restores memory... I only know one."

While Jiang Xiaohua whispered softly, she took a piece of hair from each of the three people's heads, tied them together, and then quickly braided them into a circle with her fingertips.

Among the three people lying on the ground, only Chen Ling remained slightly awake. He opened his eyes hazily and asked hoarsely:

"Who are you?"

Even though he had met Jiang Xiaohua twice before, he still felt like a stranger to her at this moment.

Jiang Xiaohua patiently answered while making a circle:

"My name is Jiang Xiaohua."

"Even Shinto has abandoned me... Why did you save me?"

"Because you said you would take me out." Jiang Xiaohua paused, and this time, he added in a low voice, "And you said... we are companions."

"Companions?" Chen Ling tried hard to recall something, but finally shook his head bitterly.

"I do not remember……"

Chen Ling felt his eyelids were heavy, perhaps because he was injured too badly, or perhaps because he had lost too much blood. At this moment, his heart was like a bottomless hole. As he kept forgetting things, an unprecedented emptiness surged in like a tide.

Just as Chen Ling was about to close her eyes completely, Jiang Xiaohua responded seriously:

"It doesn't matter. Even if all of you forget... I will remember."

Chen Ling closed her eyes hazily.

Jiang Xiaohua placed the ring in the middle of the three people and chanted a few spells. A breath of witchcraft spread in the air...

"curse."

Jiang Xiaohua pointed at the ring in the air.

The next moment, the auras of Chen Ling and the other two were like the hair ring, connected to each other, their souls and bodies flowed silently, and the hair ring disappeared without a trace...

After doing all this, Jiang Xiaohua looked extremely tired, his eyelids drooped and his lips were pale without a trace of blood.

He was about to stand up when a ghostly figure appeared behind him;

The black cane twisted into a long sword and waved casually in the air. A cold light flashed, and Jiang Xiaohua's figure suddenly froze in place...

An extremely thin line of blood split his entire body in half from the center.

Warm blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing on Chen Ling and the other two.

……

crackling-

The loud sound of firecrackers echoed in the street, and amid the sound of gongs and drums, Chen Ling slowly opened her eyes.

He didn't know when he was already in a very busy street. Countless people were crowded around him, men, women, young and old, all smiling happily. The laughter coming from all directions and the lively sounds like the New Year in the distance made him fall into a deep confusion...

"Where is...where?"

Chen Ling's consciousness was a little confused. It felt like... like he was dreaming, a dream between wakefulness and confusion.

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Brother Wang, a new beginning in the new year!"

"Hahahahaha, oh by the way, we still have a lot of New Year's goods at home, let's take the kids to grab some!"

"No, no, the child won't eat it."

"It's okay, there's plenty, grab a handful and go, it'll bring good luck to your kids when they go to school next year!"

"Then we won't be polite! Nuannuan, why don't you thank your uncle?"

"Thank you uncle!"

"..."

The excitement and bustle of the New Year passed by Chen Ling, but he seemed like an outsider, out of tune with everything.

Just when Chen Ling was puzzled, a burst of cheers and applause came from the front, and the next moment a lion dance nimbly leaped onto the long pole, blinking and sticking out its tongue, so vivid!

The laughter of the children and the applause of the adults rolled in like a tide. The lion danced for a while, and received countless cheers. Then it jumped in front of several children, and its hands popped out from under the cloth and rubbed them gently...

Two bright red candied haws appeared as if by magic and were handed to the two children closest to them.

The sound of gongs and drums became louder and louder. The lion danced back to the pole, shaking its head. It stuck out its long tongue, and two red papers on the left and right that looked like couplets were rolled up. On each paper were four large characters written:

"Good luck and peace every year."

Chen Ling looked at these eight big characters and felt that they were somewhat familiar. He stood alone in the festive atmosphere and fell into deep thought.