I'm not a drama god

The wind and sand rose and fell, and the dust transformed by the realm danced lightly on the barren land. Two robes stood on the dust, silent and silent.

I do not know how long it has been,

Chen Ling seemed to have lost all her strength and slowly closed her eyes.

"One last question..." Chen Ling opened his mouth and asked the most confusing and fearful question in his heart, "To you... am I a disciple or a chess piece?"

After Chen Ling knew his identity, this question always remained in his mind. From the beginning in the third area of ​​the Aurora Realm, the Red King deliberately set up a trap to let Yao and Chen Yan merge with Chen Ling, and later instructed Chu Muyun to recruit him into the Dusk Society, and then in the Red Dust Realm, he took him back to the Xidao Ancient Tibetan to become a disciple... In a place that Chen Ling could not see, the Red King's hand had been secretly controlling his fate.

Even the character of "Chen Ling" was given by the Red King... He is like a tool made by the Red King himself, a tool to balance the disaster of ridicule.

Chen Ling knew very well that Ning Ruyu and the others had genuine feelings for him. But to this mysterious master, with whom he had only had a few face-to-face conversations, he was either a disciple or a chess piece... He really couldn't tell the difference.

Hearing this question, the Red King fell silent.

Chen Ling closed her eyes and did not look into the Red King's eyes. After a while, a calm voice slowly sounded:

“Whether it’s you or Ruyu and the others, putting aside the identities of Xidao Guzang and his disciples, you are all members of the Dusk Society, and the goal of the Dusk Society… have you forgotten?

Reverse the times and restart the world. Whether it is you or your four senior brothers and sisters, you should first move towards this goal...

After that, we will talk about master and apprentice.”

Chen Ling smiled miserably.

Yeah...he almost forgot.

The Red King was first and foremost the Red King of the Dusk Society, and only then his own master… Whether it was his Red Heart 6 Chen Ling or his four [K] brothers, they were all just pawns used by the Red King to accomplish this goal. As for the master-disciple relationship, it was only because they were all Xi Shen Dao, and accepting themselves as the master would make it easier for the Red King to control them.

After getting the answer, Chen Ling's face was ashen. He didn't ask any more questions, but staggered, turned around, and walked away alone.

There was no anger, no venting, no turning against each other, no breaking up on the spot...

What there is is just a chest as silent as death.

Chen Ling is tired.

His vision was blurred and his body was staggering... but he did not look back, nor did he ask the Red King for help. Instead, he gritted his teeth and walked forward, as if he would never look back.

"Zhao Yi!!!!" Chen Ling took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength!

“Ah… Eh!!”

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and immediately ran forward.

"Chen Ling, are you okay?"

"lead the way!"

"……what?"

"Lead the way! Go to your Fusion faction!" Chen Ling panted heavily.

"Haven't you always wanted me to join the Fusion Faction? I'll go with you...either to be an experiment or to be dissected...as long as I can absorb the Disaster within me, I'm willing to do anything."

Zhao Yi scratched his head. He looked back at the Red King who was not far away, and then at Chen Ling who was standing beside him with a determined look. He was at a loss for a moment...

Jiang Xiaohua was also stunned. He subconsciously wanted to run forward and grab Chen Ling, but was stopped by Sun Bumian who was standing beside him.

"Cube, what are you doing?"

"I know you want to keep Hong Xin... but don't go now." Sun Bumian lowered his voice and glanced at Chen Ling and Hong Wang, "Don't you see that their master is having a quarrel..."

"But……"

"Don't worry, when someone wakes up, they will be more anxious than you."

Sun Bumian nudged Jian Changsheng, who was lying unconscious on the ground like a dead pig, with his toes. Jian Changsheng scratched his butt and made a humming sound. No one knew what he was dreaming about.

Zhao Yi waited for more than ten seconds, and seeing that the Red King in the distance had no intention of trying to persuade him to stay, he spoke tentatively:

"Chen Ling...are you really going?"

"go!!"

"No problem!! No problem!!!"

Zhao Yi immediately became excited. He put his arm around Chen Ling's shoulders and said excitedly, "Chen Ling, I, your buddy, am really powerful in the Fusion Faction. I promise to arrange everything for you... And those beast-eared sisters, if they knew, they would be so happy..."

Just now, Zhao Yi was a little worried that he might get beaten if he poached Chen Ling, his beloved daughter, in front of the Dusk Society's boss. But now it seems that not only Chen Ling wants to leave, but the Red King himself has no intention of keeping her...

In this way, wouldn't the task assigned to him by the organization be successfully completed? !

It was really like searching for something in vain, but finally I got it without any effort... The Fire Usurper was finished, the Silver King was finished, the Infinite Realm was finished, even the Dusk Society was not having a good time... In the end, the Fusion Faction actually got the upper hand!

The figures of Zhao Yi and Chen Ling gradually disappeared at the end of the field of vision. As for the Skeleton Wolf, it had already gone to wake up the other fusionists who had followed them and was ready to escort them away.

Chen Ling just hung his head and listened to Zhao Yi chattering on and on, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"...As for accommodation, if you are not used to the room they arranged for you, you can stay in my super 270° gray world panoramic balcony presidential suite. My room has a great view, and it is spacious, and..."

"--puff!!"

The moment he took a step out of the Wuji Realm, Chen Ling, who had been holding on, finally couldn't hold on any longer. He suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground, supporting his body with his hands, retching wildly.

The body was in severe pain, the mind was exhausted, the head seemed to be torn apart by two consciousnesses, the emptiness and exhaustion after performing the sacrificial dance, and the unforgettable grievance and pain...

“Ugh…Ugh…!!!”

Chen Ling felt as if his heart was cut into pieces. The double torture of body and soul made it hard for him to breathe. He could only lie on the ground like a dog, gasping in pain.

Zhao Yi, who was standing by, was shocked. He said a lot and asked a lot of questions in a hurry, but Chen Ling had no intention of listening.

Chen Ling, who was in a daze, raised his head and saw a ray of dawn light rising from the east at the end of the dark world...

"Junior brother, it's almost dawn..."

"Brothers, take you home."

The voice of the last horn lingered in his ears, and deep sorrow and bitterness emerged in Chen Ling's empty eyes... The last time he got up at dawn, he had the whole world at his disposal, but this time, all that accompanied him were loneliness and pain.

The world is so big, where is home nowadays?

"Chen Ling, are you okay, Chen Ling?!"

"Oh, your physical condition... When we get to the Fusion Sect, I will definitely find someone to take a good look at you!"

Chen Ling lay on the ground and retched for more than ten minutes before he slowly stopped. He clenched his teeth and staggered to his feet... He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke weakly but firmly:

"Let's go...it's time to move forward."

"Hey, you..." Zhao Yi wanted to ask if they could take a break, but Chen Ling had already started walking on her own.

The person in the bright red costume stumbles forward under the blood-red morning sun, leaving behind only a long and lonely trail of footprints in the unnoticed wilderness.