I'm not a drama god

Li Fu stood there in a daze.

Chen Ling did not delve further into the topic, but spoke calmly:

"Do you want to change everything yourself?"

"what?"

"Change the ending of the story." Chen Ling glanced at the throne behind him and said lightly,

"Now you are just a useless person who is abandoned by everyone and cannot bear the fate... I know what you are thinking, entrusting your sister to someone else and waiting to die somewhere, but do you really think it will be that simple?

Although Wu Qiong has potential, there is only one person who can become the Emperor in the end. Compared with Zhu Chong, her chances of winning are not great.

So, even if you want to entrust your sister to her, after all the twists and turns, she might still end up in Zhu Zhong's hands."

Hearing this, Li Fu's body shook slightly and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

What Chen Ling said was true. Zhu Zhong now had the most men and the strongest fighting power. If they were to compete for the sole [Emperor] in the end, Wu Qiong would most likely not be his opponent... Li Fu also realized this. No matter who he begged for mercy or who he kneeled to, he might not be able to get around Zhu Zhong in the end.

What would happen if A Qian fell into Zhu Zhong's hands?

The best outcome is that Zhu Zhong uses A Qian to force himself out for revenge and beats himself to death; the worst outcome is that after being beaten to death, A Qian may become Zhu Zhong's plaything.

"You are not capable of bearing the fate, and you are powerless. Even if you know where everything is going, you can't change anything..." Chen Ling said leisurely, "As I said just now, this story is destined to be a tragedy."

Li Fu clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaving violently, and he turned his head sharply to look into Chen Ling's eyes.

"You said...I could change everything?"

"of course can."

Chen Ling's mouth corners slightly raised, like a devil bewitching people, and whispered softly, "It's very simple to change the ending, you just need to kill Zhu Chong."

"I can't bear the fate, I don't have the power, how can I kill him?"

"If you need strength, I can lend it to you."

"……you?"

Li Fu frowned and looked into Chen Ling's eyes, unable to guess what he was thinking.

"You don't need that fate. I have a thousand ways to make you kill him in front of everyone... At the same time, I can also personally escort your sister and ensure that she leaves this ancient treasure safely."

After saying this, the hall fell into silence.

Li Fu sat on the steps, staring blankly at the man in scarlet robe in front of him. In his eyes, this place seemed to be hell... and Chen Ling was the red-clothed devil who bewitched him to sell his soul.

Li Fu's eyes changed from suspicion at first, to struggle, and finally to numbness...

He was silent for a long time, and then spoke without a trace of emotion:

"What do I have to give?"

"Your life."

really……

Li Fu seemed to have anticipated Chen Ling's answer.

"However, I don't need you to die immediately. You can kill Zhu Zhong with your own hands, watch your sister leave this ancient treasure house with your own eyes, and even enjoy a few more months or even years of life..." Chen Ling said with a smile.

"But one day in the future, when the time comes, I want you to end your life with your own hands."

Li Fu could not understand Chen Ling's request. He frowned, puzzled:

"The time has come? When is it?"

"You'll know then."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't honor my promise? Or do you want to sign some kind of contract with me to sell your soul?"

"I want you to swear on your character, your soul... and your sister's life."

Li Fu's pupils shrank slightly.

Chen Ling must have wanted to sign a contract with him that would sell her soul, but he didn't know how to do that, so the safest way was to swear on his personality, soul, and his sister's life.

If Li Fu will eventually become the [Emperor], then his personality and soul will be the pillars of his imperial destiny. If he violates even these two, the effectiveness of the [Emperor]'s skills will be greatly reduced.

Moreover, Chen Ling calculated correctly that even if Li Fu could not care about himself, he would still care about A Qian. He had already used all the things that were most important to Li Fu as chips and placed them on the scale in his favor!

Li Fu hesitated.

He knew that the Theatre Emperor wanted to kill him from the beginning, but when this murderous intent turned into a strange deal, it made Li Fu even more breathless... What is more terrifying than death is delayed death and the fear of the unknown.

Chen Ling's eyes seemed to see through Li Fu's heart.

He took out a boning knife from his sleeve. His eyes, full of "pity" and "helplessness", were reflected on the blade, as cold as frost and snow.

"Of course you can choose to refuse. After all, I can kill you right now if I want to."

"I want to help you this time, simply because we are the same kind of people..."

“Even if everything ends in tragedy, I hope that the plot in between can be exciting and touching… Blindly sad and cruel will only turn the story into garbage filled with negative energy.”

Chen Ling seemed to be losing his patience. He slowly stood up from the steps, holding the boning knife in his hand, and looked at Li Fu's neck indifferently...

Finally, after some struggle, Li Fu spoke:

"You... can really give me the power to change everything?"

The fish bit the hook.

The corners of Chen Ling's mouth curled up slightly, but soon returned to calm.

He casually took off a ring from his finger and threw it on the steps of the hall like garbage, making a crisp tinkling sound.

"This is a sacrificial vessel. It has no name, but even an ordinary person can use it... Just let it devour flesh and blood, turn it towards the person you want to kill, and say 'rub', and everything will be over."

The ring that Chen Ling dropped was exactly the sacrificial vessel that he had looted from Yan Xicai when he was in the Bingdao Ancient Treasure.

At that time, Yan Xicai used this ring to kill people continuously. Moreover, since it did not require any mental power to activate, it was extremely concealed and most suitable for sneak attacks and assassinations...

As Chen Ling's rank increased, his enemies became stronger and stronger, and the effect of "rubbing" became smaller and smaller. In addition, Chen Ling was too lazy to suck blood and flesh for it, so he never used it.

However, it is enough to kill Zhu Zhong, who is arrogant but has no practical experience.

The ring rolled in front of Li Fu, hit the tip of his shoe, and then lay on the ground swaying... Li Fu's pupils reflected the ring, as if he was peeping at his own tragic ending.

Chen Ling's voice sounded at the right time:

"Want to give up on yourself and wait for death, or change everything with your own hands...it's your choice."

Li Fu seemed to have the answer in his mind. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly... After all, he was going to die anyway. Rather than die in this ancient treasure house and lose Ah Qian, he might as well gamble everything and leave himself a magnificent past.

He bent down, picked up the ring, and calmly put it on his middle finger, like a warrior ready to die, pulling out the last blade from the blood.

"I promise you."

Li Fu stood in the golden sunset, gazing into Chen Ling's eyes.

"...When that day comes, I will give my life back to you."