I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling was stunned.

He felt the three soft and mysterious rays of light descending upon him, his eyes filled with deep confusion...

The gazes of the audience just now should have scared away the three Shintos...How could they suddenly come back when they had already left?

Chen Ling's mood was like a roller coaster. After anger came hope, and after hope came despair. In the midst of despair, God gave him a glimmer of possibility...

"So familiar..." Chen Ling muttered to himself as he felt the aura of the three sacred roads.

……

“Shinto is back again???”

Chu Muyun and another member of the Huanghun Club who were outside the courtyard widened their eyes in surprise.

The fact that three Shinto stars favored Chen Ling and then chose to leave was beyond their comprehension...but they had never heard that the Shinto stars that left would come back.

Is Shinto Star so willful? ?

Even the members of Twilight Club who had seen a lot of the world were a little confused at this moment...

"And... is it my illusion?" Another member of the Twilight Club rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief.

"Are there people in those three sacred roads?"

……

Qian Fan fell in the snow, stunned by the three magnificent sacred roads in front of him.

It was a long time before he came to his senses, and stood up from the snow, cursing.

"One after another...what's going on?"

"I don't care how many gods have blessed you. I just don't believe that after I blow your head off, you can still come up with any tricks."

He picked up the pistol on the ground, and walked to the corpse cage despite the surging divine power. He pointed the dark muzzle of the gun at Chen Ling's forehead again...

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a thunder roared across the sky.

Qian Fan froze in his place...

Then,

A line of blood slowly emerged from his neck.

Qian Fan's pupils were sluggish and dull, and his vision was spinning. Then he saw a headless corpse standing stiffly in the snow, with blood gushing out of the severed end like a fountain...

His head rolled silently to the ground.

beheading;

Chen Ling was nailed to the skeleton. Seeing this scene, his eyes were filled with confusion...

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind him:

"Hey~ Isn't this our trusted brother?"

Chen Ling tried his best to turn his head and saw three figures walking on the sacred path out of the wind and snow.

One was wrapped in bandages, his white hair flying in the snow; the other wore a Tang suit, his eyes narrowed into a crescent shape behind his small round sunglasses;

In the middle was a blood-stained figure, with a hideous wound on his chest, and his black clothes fluttering slightly in the wind...

Jian Changsheng was seriously injured, but he smiled brightly and said in a sarcastic tone:

"You can be so embarrassed sometimes... Red Heart."

When Chen Ling saw the three people, a strong sense of familiarity came over him. He felt as if he had forgotten something, and the memories in his mind began to loosen...

"who are you?"

"Your savior."

Jian Changsheng and the other two stood in front of Chen Ling. They faced all the enemies in the courtyard and protected Chen Ling behind them, like an insurmountable chasm on three sides, standing tall in the wind and snow...

Jian Changsheng crushed Qian Fan's head with one foot, and glanced at the others calmly, saying lightly:

“…Not a single one will be left alive.”

The air fell into dead silence.

Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua turned to look at him at the same time, both with strange expressions.

"..." Jian Changsheng looked at the two of them with a pleading look, as if saying, it's a rare opportunity for me to seize, so let me show off in front of Chen Ling for once!

Sun Bumian sighed, and after a while, he moved away and disappeared in the snow in a flash.

Jiang Xiaohua reluctantly moved her body and walked towards the people around her. Her heavy steps left deep footprints in the snow.

"Who are these three people??"

"Do you know where this is? How dare you attack the law enforcer?!"

"You guys look for ..."

Seeing Qian Fan being killed instantly, everyone else here panicked.

Before the last word "death" was uttered, a lion with colorful flames burning on it broke through the wind and snow, bit several people in one bite, and shook its head casually, separating their limbs from their heads. The scarlet blood was like paint, splattered on the white snow canvas.

Bang Bang Bang!

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the bullets hit the lion dance without leaving a single bullet mark.

Seeing this, the panic in everyone's hearts became more intense. They kept firing and subconsciously moved back...

"curse."

A small voice came from the side.

In the snow, Jiang Xiaohua had picked up the remaining bullet shells in her hands. She pinched them casually and transformed them into the appearance of those people...

Jiang Xiaohua lowered her head and walked slowly in the snow, holding the bullet-shell figures in her palm, and then...

Hold on tight!

KABA——!!

As Jiang Xiaohua's bare hands crushed the shell figures into twisted scrap metal, the corresponding figures also suddenly twisted, and bursts of bone-shattering sounds resounded through the sky. They didn't even have time to scream before they were twisted into strange shapes and fell in the snow.

After Jian Changsheng and his two companions made their move, within five seconds, the courtyard was littered with corpses...

Seeing this, Jian Changsheng calmly picked up the pistol on the ground, then turned to look at Chen Ling who was nailed to the skeleton.

Chen Ling was held in the air, staring blankly at Jian Changsheng and his two companions killing everyone. Doubt and confusion filled his mind. He subconsciously lowered his head and looked into the eyes of Jian Changsheng, who was covered in blood.

"you……"

"Although it's fun to see you in a daze, now... you should wake up."

Jian Changsheng clenched his left hand in the void, and the thread of Chen Ling's memory was held in his hand. After smiling slightly, he pulled it back!

The next moment, forgotten memories flooded into Chen Ling's mind like a tide!

The Dusk Society, the Aurora Realm, the Red Dust Realm, the Sky-reaching Star, the Ancient Treasures of the Emperor, the King of Thieves… There was a light flowing in Chen Ling’s eyes, and his whole temperament changed visibly!

"I see……"

Chen Ling was about to say something when he saw Jian Changsheng smile evilly and raise the muzzle of his gun towards him...

boom--! !

A bullet blew up Chen Ling's head.

This scene made Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua dumbfounded. They opened their mouths wide, and their jaws almost dropped to the ground in shock... They looked at Jian Changsheng's confident back, not understanding what this kid was doing!

"Don't worry, he won't die... Didn't I tell you that he will die only if you shoot him twice in the head?"

"Instead of letting that little henchman shoot, why not let me do it..."

Jian Changsheng blew away the green smoke from the muzzle of the gun. In front of him, Chen Ling's head was repairing rapidly...

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled... The corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted up, and a look of satisfaction at having his revenge emerged on his face, and he laughed:

"I, Jian Changsheng, have finally waited for this day!"