I'm not a drama god

While Li Fu was daydreaming, the Emperor Shadow spoke again:

"May I have your name?"

"...Li Fu."

"Over? Which over?"

"Subversion of subversion."

Hearing this answer, the dim Emperor Shadow was slightly startled, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He stepped on nothingness step by step and walked down from the empty throne. The imperial robe in the candlelight carried the majestic imperial power as he walked slowly towards Li Fu.

"Everything has its destiny... I know that the imperial way will return one day."

"If you can't bear the emperor's orders, my soul can bear them for you..."

"I just don't know, after my soul intervenes, how much of your self can be left?"

The emperor's shadow gradually enlarged in Li Fu's pupils. A sense of fear surged into Li Fu's heart. He instinctively wanted to stay away from the emperor's shadow, but under the emperor's pressure, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground and he could not move at all!

The figures of Di Ying and Li Fu were getting closer and closer, and the long paths of candles on both sides kept extinguishing towards the center. When Di Ying and Li Fu completely overlapped, the last few candle flames suddenly disappeared, and the whole hall fell into the abyss-like darkness again!

The next moment, heart-wrenching wails echoed throughout the hall!

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Even Li Fu, who was always good at forbearance, couldn't help but roar hysterically. As the soul of Emperor Ying merged into his body, his consciousness seemed to be torn in half. Another personality older and more profound than his drilled into his memory, and the severe pain from the soul filled his mind!

In a trance, Li Fu seemed to be suddenly in ancient times, implementing new policies in the desert of civilization; sometimes he came to the chaotic battlefield and led his troops to fight bloody battles; sometimes he stood on the top of a mountain on the border, and the Great Wall was slowly built as he raised his hand; sometimes he was in a series of magnificent halls, overlooking the world kneeling at his feet...

More than forty years of life were stuffed into Li Fu's mind, like a torrent of water pouring into a lake, washing away Li Fu's own memories and consciousness. Unconsciously, some of his concepts and ideas changed in the fusion of the two.

"I am... Li Fu... I am not Ying Zheng... I am Li Fu..."

Li Fu's painful voice rang out from the darkness. He was trying his best to preserve his own nature in the impact of the soul's intervention.

If he can't do it, then everything he has will be assimilated by that soul, and Li Fu will completely disappear from the world.

"I am Li Fu... I am Li Fu!! I am not Ying Zheng! I am Li Fu!!"

"I am...I..."

Li Fu's voice became smaller and smaller, and his body curled up in the darkness like an exhausted old soul.

At the same time, the surging imperial power poured into Li Fu's body. Under the nourishment of that soul, his height increased visibly, and his facial features and limbs underwent subtle changes. The years washed over his body and also caused his temperament to undergo earth-shaking changes.

The hall fell into dead silence.

……

A Qian opened his eyes hazily in the ruins.

The first thing that caught her eye was a lead-gray sky that was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating. She stood there in a daze for a while before she turned her head stiffly and looked around...

"...Brother Xiao Li?"

The confusion in Ah Qian's eyes gradually faded away, and she immediately began to look for Li Fu in the ruins. While shouting, she used her hands to struggle to dig out each heavy stone, her little face full of anxiety.

But she searched every corner of the ruins and couldn't find any trace of Li Fu. Her panicked heart sank to the bottom and she was shaking with anxiety.

"Brother Xiao Li!!"

A Qian kept shouting until his voice became hoarse, but he still didn't give up.

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After an unknown amount of time, a low roar came from behind her.

The heavy door of the hall slowly opened, and in the abyss-like darkness, a young man in plain linen clothes slowly walked out...

He was very tall, with dark eyebrows as sharp as swords, eye corners that looked like phoenixes, and messy black hair that fell on his shoulders. He looked like a beggar, but there was an indescribable majesty in his every move.

Ah Qian turned around and saw that person, and suddenly froze in place...

She looked at the strange yet familiar figure and spoke uncertainly: "...Brother Xiao Li?"

The young man ignored her calls, walked through the ruins alone, and walked forward without looking back.

After confirming it again and again, Ah Qian finally stopped hesitating and immediately ran towards the young man, shouting with a hint of tears in her voice:

"Brother Xiao Li, where did you go just now? I looked for you for a long time and couldn't find you. I was so worried that something happened to you..."

"Brother Xiao Li, why have you grown taller? And you seem to look different..."

"Brother Xiao Li, why are you ignoring me..."

Ah Qian stretched out her hand, trying to grab the edge of the young man's clothes as usual, but every time before her hand touched him, the young man would sway forward like a ghost and lightly avoid her fingertips.

A Qian grabbed several times, but seeing that the young man had no reaction and didn't even turn his head back, he slowly stopped in confusion.

She looked at the young man's back as he left, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Brother Xiao Li, did I do something wrong?"

"Tell me what you did wrong, and I will definitely change... Please don't ignore me, okay?"

"Brother Xiao Li..."

Ah Qian's tears flowed out in grievance. She didn't know what happened to Li Fu, nor did she know why he ignored her. The fear brought by this strangeness and unknown could easily break a girl's heart.

She ran forward desperately, trying to hug the young man's waist, but just as she was about to catch up, she stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, with dust and mud splattering all over her body.

A Qian held his bloody elbow, his facial features twisted in pain, and his choked sobs rang out in the wind.

The young man who was walking forward indifferently slowly stopped.

He stood there for a long time, then turned around and saw Ah Qian, who was covered in blood and blood, crying uncontrollably on the ground, his eyes trembling unnoticeably...

A strange emotion surged into his heart, and those indifferent eyes began to regain a trace of emotion, as if a certain personality deep in his soul began to overlap with it.

He sighed deeply.

The young man was silent for a moment, but finally took a step forward, turned around and walked in front of A Qian.

Ah Qian curled up on the ground, already crying like a tearful person. When she saw the young man approaching, her crying finally became a little weaker, and deep fear and worry were in her young eyes...

The next moment, the young man's palm gently stroked her head, and a mature and gentle voice sounded in the wind:

"Ah Qian, don't cry..."

Hearing these four words, Ah Qian's pursed lips trembled again. She finally let go of all her worries and fears, threw herself into the young man's arms, and burst into tears even louder.