I'm not a drama god

The young man in hemp clothes knew who the "Liu Yang" he was talking about was. On the first level, his performance was quite outstanding and attracted the attention of several emperors. Later, he should have also sought the qualification to become the quasi-emperor... But now it seems that this Liu Yang probably did not succeed due to his weak fate.

The young man in hemp clothes glanced at the people behind Zhu Zhong and found many of Liu Yang's original team members among them. It was very likely that they were absorbed by Zhu Zhong.

As for what happened to Liu Yang, whom they originally followed... the young man in hemp clothes didn't know.

"Brother Xiao Li..."

A Qian silently held the hand of the boy in hemp clothes, seeming a little scared.

The young man in hemp clothes did not intend to get entangled with Zhu Zhong. Since he could not fight for his fate, he only hoped to take Ah Qian away safely. After taking a deep look at Zhu Zhong and Wu Qiong, he walked away without looking back.

"Did the King let you go?!"

Upon seeing this, Zhu Chong opened his eyes in anger and smashed the heavy halberd in his hand to the ground again. A strong wind swept over the body of the young man in hemp clothes and almost knocked him to the ground!

Seeing this from a distance, Chen Ling sneered.

This Zhu Zhong, who had obtained the qualification of being a quasi-emperor and did not even have the fate of an emperor, had already started to pretend to be a king...

However, that quasi-emperor fate seemed to be of some use. It probably had the power of the third level in this ancient collection of the imperial way. Although it was not able to stop beatings, it could indeed be called divine power for these powerless young men. No wonder he was so arrogant.

The figure in the bright red costume rested his head on the roof leisurely, looking at the people in the distance with interest, like an audience in the dark;

"Zhu Chong, what are you doing?" The young man in hemp clothes picked up the fallen A Qian, anger rising in his eyes.

"What?" Zhu Zhong said slowly, "Of course I'm here to settle accounts with you... Aren't you very strong? Don't you like to play tricks? Today I'll see what you can do."

Zhu Zhong waved his hand and said calmly,

"Call me."

The next moment, more than a dozen figures ran out from behind Zhu Zhong and pounced on the young man in hemp clothes.

Zhu Zhong did not do it himself because he enjoyed the feeling of having others work hard for him just by talking, which made him feel like a real emperor... and he did not think that Li Fu, who had no qualifications to be an emperor, was worth his effort. He had already become a king, so why should he fight with ants?

Chen Ling was somewhat surprised by this scene.

He had only seen Zhu Zhong once before and thought he was a very brave and reckless man. However, Chen Ling observed carefully this time and found that although Zhu Zhong seemed to be taking revenge on Li Fu, his attention was actually on Wu Qiong...

Does he want to take this opportunity to test Wu Qiong?

Li Fu has been abolished, and Wu Qiong may be one of Zhu Zhong's strongest competitors. It seems that he did all this just for Wu Qiong.

“Rough but meticulous… This guy is no pushover, worthy of being chosen by those regretful emperors.” Chen Ling said calmly.

Seeing the sackcloth-clothed boy being tackled by Zhu Zhong's men, the figures following him widened their eyes and were about to step forward to help, but a bone-chilling voice sounded from behind:

"Whoever goes to help him, I will fight him... Do you want to be my enemy for a piece of trash who can't bear the emperor's orders, or follow me and leave this ancient treasure together... You can choose for yourself."

Most people were shocked and stopped in confusion.

The young man in hemp clothes was surrounded by more than a dozen people. As an ordinary person, he had no way to resist. He could only dodge occasionally in the beginning, but in the end he had no way to avoid it. After being knocked to the ground by a punch, fists fell like raindrops and countless feet kicked at his body frantically.

With excruciating pain emanating from all parts of his body, the young man in hemp clothes could only curl up on the ground with his head in his hands, groaning, and scarlet blood gradually staining the ground...

"Brother Xiao Li!"

Among the crowd, only A Qian rushed towards the crowd regardless of everything, but was kicked to the ground by a man at the outermost edge.

"Zhu Zhong, don't go too far!" Wu Qiong finally couldn't help but speak, "I don't care if you want to settle accounts with Li Fu, but how could you have the heart to lay hands on a child as young as Qian? Did she provoke you?"

"She rushed forward on her own. Who can she blame for being accidentally injured? Moreover, I am standing here all the time... What does it have to do with me?" Zhu Zhong glanced at her leisurely.

"To be an emperor, one must be ruthless and never be indecisive. At critical moments, one must be able to abandon not only one's own children, but also one's own parents and even one's own children... Wu Qiong, when you obtained the fate of the quasi-emperor, didn't you see the emperor's words of caution?

If the emperor can't even be careful with his words, how can you become the only [Emperor]?"

Wu Qiong recalled the golden font he had seen before, opened his mouth but didn't know how to refute. He just clenched his fists silently, and looked at the young man in hemp clothes lying in a pool of blood, with a trace of pity in his eyes, as if he was struggling between conscience and desire.

The streets are quiet.

The only sounds left in the silence were the dull thud of fists as the crowd beat up Li Fu and Ah Qian's heart-wrenching cries beside him... All the people under Li Fu's command couldn't bear to watch any longer and turned their heads away silently.

Chen Ling's brows raised slightly.

It seems like this Li Fu really doesn't live up to his fate?

Judging from the current situation, there was no need for Chen Ling to take any action, as Zhu Zhong would beat Li Fu to death... But Chen Ling knew very well that this matter was not that simple.

"A Qian..." The young man in hemp clothes in the chaos saw A Qian being kicked to the ground and burst into tears, with bloodshot eyes.

He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he struggled to get up from the ground and was about to rush outside despite being punched and kicked!

"Brother Li!"

Seeing this scene, Han Dong couldn't bear it anymore, and he pushed through the crowd, trying to make a way for Li Fu.

At the same time, he turned around and shouted to the young men who had followed Li Fu:

"If it weren't for Brother Li, you would have starved to death in the snow! Do you really have no mercy at all?!"

Hearing this, those people showed confusion on their faces. Looking at Li Fu who was covered in blood and A Qian who was crying loudly not far away, a few people still remembered their old friendship and rushed out with Han Dong to help Li Fu pull out a way.

The young man in hemp clothes stumbled out of the chaotic battlefield, not caring about his injuries and blurred vision, and ran away with Asahi!

Seeing this, Zhu Zhong's eyes gradually turned cold. He slowly raised the heavy halberd in his hand and aimed at the two figures going away...

"Zhu Zhong, it's time for you to stop."

Seeing this, Wu Qiong finally couldn't help but speak. A trace of breath flowed out, and he raised his hand to stand between him and the running Li Fu.

"Are you really going to stand up for them?" Zhu Zhong's eyes fell on Wu Qiong, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "That's exactly what I want... I also want to see what the difference is between you and me, both of whom are quasi-emperors."

……

Two quasi-imperial auras rose in the ruins of the city, but Chen Ling didn't even look there.

His eyes were always fixed on the fleeing Li Fu. He saw the scars all over the boy's body, saw the boy's heartache for Ah Qian's injury, and also saw the unwillingness in the boy's eyes...

The young man in hemp clothes looked back, hatred and anger already engraved in his eyes.

A thought came to Chen Ling's mind.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a new script gradually taking shape in his mind, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

He seemed to know how to kill Li Fu.