I'm not a drama god

Li Fu took a deep breath and reached for the Quasi-Emperor Fate again. He roared angrily and tried his best to grab it...

But with a dull thud, he was finally swept away and fell to the ground with a plop like mud.

The hall fell into deathly silence.

Han Dong saw this, helplessness and bitterness emerged in his eyes. After a struggle between himself and himself, he made up his mind and bowed deeply to Li Fu who was lying in a pool of blood...

He said take care and turned to walk out of the hall.

Li Fu lay quietly in a pool of blood, his eyes looking upwards with empty eyes, like a quiet corpse.

"Brother Li, can we not try it?" Ah Qian was already crying. She ran to Li Fu in small steps, gently pushed him, her tone full of pleading.

"A Qian...they've all left, aren't you leaving?"

"I won't leave. I want to stay with Brother Li. I'm not going anywhere!" A Qian's words were full of stubbornness.

Li Fu did not answer. Sometimes, children's hearts are the purest. Ah Qian is too dependent on him now. She has made it clear that she will stay by his side regardless of life or death... But Li Fu cannot let her die here.

Li Fu had already made up his mind that once he recovered a little, he would go and ask Wu Qiong to take A Qian away with her.

As for himself...

The image of Zhu Zhong flashed through Li Fu's mind, and he clenched his hands in the pool of blood again;

"Brother Li, don't do anything stupid." Ah Qian panicked when she saw Li Fu's gaze. "We're not going anywhere. Let's just rest here for a while, okay?"

"……it is good."

Li Fu looked at Ah Qian deeply, then climbed up from the pool of blood with difficulty, walked to the step under the throne, and sat down slowly;

The young man's linen clothes were covered in blood. He sat alone in the hall. Beside him was nothing except a crying girl... He could not have imagined that after all his journey, he would end up like this.

Li Fu thought back to what had happened before and smiled miserably.

at this time,

A figure in a bright red opera robe walked silently into the hall.

Seeing that figure, Li Fu's body trembled slightly, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom... He actually came to me at this time?

It is God's will that I should be killed;

But after thinking about his own situation, his heart calmed down...

Now he has nothing and is a real stray dog. If the theater emperor comes to take his life, what is there to be afraid of?

The devilish emperor in red walked slowly towards Li Fu, but Li Fu did not stand up from the steps. His pair of gray eyes under the throne watched everything quietly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

“What a touching story…”

Under the wide sleeves, Chen Ling smiled and clapped his hands softly, the clear sound echoing in the hall.

"It's a pity that the ending of the story seems destined to be tragic."

Seeing Chen Ling approaching, Ah Qian's face turned pale instantly.

But she ignored everything else and rushed down the stairs, with her delicate body and arms outstretched, standing in front of Chen Ling!

"You...don't touch my brother Xiao Li!!"

"A-Qian!!"

Seeing A Qian rushing out, Li Fu, who had already prepared himself to die, could no longer sit still. He staggered to his feet and shouted.

Chen Ling looked at the tear-stained girl in front of him, and his heart was slightly shaken. In a trance, a memory emerged in his mind...

……

One by one the stars recede in the sky,

In the desperate snowstorm, a young man in a costume picked up a pool of cinnabar-like fragments and spoke softly:

"Brother, it's not that you have no hope..."

"The road they cut..."

"I'll refill it for you."

……

Chen Ling was silent.

He looked at those tender yet resolute eyes, and the softest part of his heart was touched. His eyes, immersed in memories, revealed a hint of complicated emotions...

His palms were raised slightly.

"Come at me if you have anything to say!! Don't hurt her!" Li Fu's eyes widened. He struggled to stop Chen Ling, but he was too badly injured and too tired. His feet slipped and he rolled down the stairs.

Ah Qian was trembling. Even though she still firmly opened her arms to protect Li Fu, the fear from deep in her heart was invincible... When she saw the hand raised, she closed her eyes tightly and turned her head to the side.

After a while,

A gentle hand gently stroked the top of her head.

A Qian was slightly startled, and looked up blankly, and saw a pair of eyes full of doting... Those eyes seemed to be looking at her, or at another person.

A Qian was at a loss for a moment.

Chen Ling touched her head, and his gaze gradually returned to normal. He withdrew his hand and walked straight towards Li Fu. His calm voice rang out in the hall.

"You have a great sister."

"Your fate, your men, everything you have betrayed you...but she didn't."

A Qian and Li Fu were both stunned.

"What...exactly do you want to do?" Li Fu frowned tightly.

The woman in the bright red robe did not attack him, but stepped onto the stairs calmly, then turned around and sat on the top step... The bright red robe spread out on the black steps, like a bright and dangerous flower.

"Let her go out for a while, we can talk." Chen Ling said lightly.

Li Fu stared at Chen Ling in silence, not knowing what tricks he was playing.

But it seemed that he had no ill will towards A Qian, and this was the most important thing for Li Fu... He turned around and whispered something to A Qian, who nodded worriedly and ran out of the hall.

In the end, only Chen Ling and Li Fu were left in the hall.

"sit."

Chen Ling patted the steps beside her.

At this point, Li Fu no longer had anything to fear. He walked up the stairs calmly like a prisoner on death row and sat down next to Chen Ling...

The empty hall fell into a dead silence;

Under the throne, a figure in a bright red costume and a young man in linen clothes covered in blood sat together in silence.

The setting sun gradually sank into the horizon, and the setting sun shone through the deserted palace, shining on the steps of the empty hall. The dividing line of light and darkness cut through the throne and split it diagonally between the two people, like a sharp sword;

The bloodstained young man sits silently in the golden yellow, his scarlet robe blooming in the darkness.

"What exactly do you want to do?" After a long silence, Li Fu finally couldn't help but ask.

Chen Ling did not answer. He just quietly watched the setting sun that was gradually sinking into the earth. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if he was reminiscing or thinking.

"...I can understand you." Chen Ling's eyes reflected the setting sun and she spoke calmly, "Our experiences are actually very similar...The difference is that my salvation is no longer there, while yours is still with you."

Li Fu was stunned, as if he couldn't understand what Chen Ling was saying, nor did he know what kind of past Chen Ling had experienced. But when he saw those eyes, he felt a strong sense of loneliness and sadness in his heart for some reason.

He glanced at the towering throne behind him, remained silent for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "Have you... also experienced such despair?"

Chen Ling smiled, glanced at the audience's expectations, and answered casually,

“Right now, I’m still stuck in it.”