I'm not a drama god

This voice...

Chen Ling was slightly startled.

The five senses of a person are interconnected. When you see a very familiar picture, you will hear a sound in your mind unconsciously; when a wanderer tastes a familiar dish, he will unconsciously think of his mother's appearance...

The moment Chen Ling heard this familiar voice, he seemed to be back at the door of the small, dilapidated house on Frost Street in District 3.

……

"Uncle Zhao, Xiao Yi is in love... with a boy."

"..."

"Chen Ling... I did it. I avenged my father. Thirteen stab wounds... I returned them all!"

"..."

"Zhao Yi, 19 years old, a survivor from District 3. He was attacked by the calamity of the Forbidden Sea while fleeing to Aurora City, leaving him with a fatal wound. He has no more than a week left to live."

"..."

“Why… why?! Why did I survive in the end, but they were the ones who died?? They barely escaped from District 3!! They finally had a new life!! What did they do wrong??!!”

"..."

"[Brother Xiaoyi, the red-hot coal is so beautiful, just like a rose...]"

"..."

"...Who is selling coal in this city?!!"

"..."

"...Zhao Yi is not guilty."

Silver bills were flying all over the sky in the cold wind, and Chen Ling seemed to be on the streets of Aurora City again... He saw a monster covered in spells standing alone among flesh and blood, staggering with empty eyes, like an avenger who had lost everything.

"This is..." Chen Ling muttered to herself.

boom--! ! !

A cold wave that froze everything surged from outside the swarming puppets.

When Zhao Yi's shout rang out, a huge skeleton wolf directly smashed the two puppets and flew towards Chen Ling. Above the wolf's head, there was a figure wrapped in a wanderer's cloak, with a gleam in his eyes!

He slowly stood up from his half-squatting position, took off his hood, and as the corners of his mouth slightly raised, mysterious black spells appeared on the surface of his skin.

"How is it? Did I arrive just in time?" Zhao Yi raised his chin, looking very proud.

"... Zhao Yi?"

Chen Ling looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar figure, feeling as if she were in another world... During the Aurora City period, Zhao Yi lived under someone else's roof and was extremely cautious. Even though he still had the spirit of youth in his bones, he was more reluctant to compromise with reality.

But the Zhao Yi in front of him had completely gotten rid of that kind of loneliness and gloom, as if he had lived a new life.

Seeing him on the back of the Skeleton Wolf reminded Chen Ling of Zhao Yi, the "Salt Sprinkler" in District 3, the young "bully" on Frost Street...

"That fusionist who broke into the city, was it you??"

Seeing the skeleton wolf under Zhao Yi's feet, combined with the noise of the Fusion Faction entering the city just now, Chen Ling seemed to have guessed something and spoke in surprise.

Zhao Yi chuckled, "Of course it's me. How about it? Were we handsome just now?"

Chen Ling:......

As Zhao Yi entered the arena forcefully, a gap was forcibly torn open among the puppets. Chen Ling caught a glimpse of this scene and said immediately:

"Let's talk about the past later. I'll deal with this guy first... What's your current rank?"

"Uh..." Zhao Yi glanced at the densely packed sixth-order puppets around him and scratched his head in embarrassment. "Well, the fusionists are not divided by rank... Of course, I'm not saying that I'm weak... Anyway, if Lao Lang is divided by combat power, he should be considered the top seventh-order. We can help you with whatever you want to do."

Zhao Yi directly avoided the issue of his own strength and pointed at the Skeleton Wolf under his feet. The latter rolled his eyes silently after hearing this unconfident speech.

"Here, help me make a way out."

Chen Ling raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction.

"Old Wolf! Go!"

"..."

The Skeleton Wolf carried Zhao Yi on its back, and the field of disaster opened up in the void. The next moment, its body visibly collapsed into the depths of space, like a slingshot opening, and then shot out with terrifying pressure!

boom--! !

The Skeleton Wolf instantly ran through the battlefield and knocked three puppets away within half a second, opening up a long and empty path for Chen Ling!

Upon seeing this, Chen Ling broke through the encirclement again and stepped towards the "box" floating in the air... With every step he took, a puppet was unveiled. Within just a few seconds, more than fifty of the seventy-two Earthly Fiends had been freed.

Seeing this scene, Tian Huai seemed to have guessed something and frowned tightly...

Could it be that he is...

How is this possible? How did he know?

Tian Huai knew that he couldn't let Chen Ling go on like this any longer. When there were still more than 20 "boxes" left to be opened, he raised his hand again, and a strange long black box appeared right above him...

Unlike the seventy-two earthly demons released before his eyes, the moment this mysterious black long box appeared, the aura of the eighth level swept across the battlefield, suffocating everyone.

"Aren't there seventy-two bodies in total? Why are there more?" Cui Ran looked at the long black box, his heart beating wildly under the pressure.

"There are seventy-two Earthly Demons in total, and in addition, there are thirty-six Heavenly Gangs." Huai Mang spoke slowly, "Each Heavenly Gang has an eighth-level combat power, but during a battle, my brother can usually only control one Heavenly Gang..."

"...You mean, in order to defeat your brother, in addition to dealing with the seventy-two Earthly Fiends, you also have to fight one-on-one and defeat thirty-six eighth-level [Heavenly Gangs]?"

"Normally, it's like this..."

"Your brother is such a pervert!!"

“But now, it seems that there are less than thirty-six [Tian Gang]…” Huai Mang looked at the other shadows looming around the long black box and muttered to himself, “Before my brother came here, someone had already broken his thirty-two [Tian Gang]? Is this true…”

When [Tian Gang] appeared, Chen Ling knew that Tian Huai did not intend to continue to waste time with them. He glanced at the remaining twenty or so "boxes", and with a thought, he stood still.

"Looking for death." Tian Huai said lightly.

The next moment, a shadow flashed out from the long black box and rushed straight towards Chen Ling!

Just as he rushed out, Chen Ling moved.

He rushed directly to the edge of a [Earth Evil] box, and a revolver appeared out of thin air, with the pitch-black muzzle pointed directly at the surface of the box lid...

"……caught you."

Chen Ling pulled the trigger hard!

boom--! !

A brass bullet carrying Tian Huai's "Yesterday" instantly pierced through the lid of the "box" and shot into it. The figure lying in the "box" was slightly shaken.

The Tiangang puppet that had already flown over Chen Ling's head and was about to chop off his head suddenly stopped in mid-air...