I'm not a drama god

The Harlequin is boring...very, extremely boring.

These two days he went back to Xidao Ancient Tibetan to eat, but he didn't see anyone. Although the eldest brother had told him in advance that he was going out, and the third brother also told him that the food was ready and on the kitchen stove, he just had to heat it up when he wanted to eat, although he could still eat delicious meals every day...

But he just felt that these two days seemed as long as two years, and the amount of each meal was reduced from one bucket to half a bucket.

Da-da...

On the bare mountain peak, the clown could only sit alone at the door, supporting his head with one hand, playing the game of hitting stones with the other hand, and a piece of white ash smeared on his nose. The comedy revealed an unspeakable loneliness.

I do not know how long it has been.

A figure in a theatrical robe slowly stepped onto the steps of the stone peak.

The clown suddenly stood up from the ground, his eyes fixed on that direction... When the familiar figure in robe appeared, surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes!

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

He kicked off with his feet and threw himself into the arms of the Red King.

His speed was so fast that he even made a sonic boom in the air, but he did not knock the Red King back at all when he hit him. Instead, he was so light and fluttery that he was like an ordinary child acting coquettishly to his elder.

"Okay, okay..." The Red King gently stroked the clown's head and smiled helplessly.

"Isn't it just two days of going down the mountain? Why is it so grand..."

"Eaaah!!"

"Alright, alright, I understand. It's my fault."

As the Red King spoke, he seemed to have noticed something and turned to look at the sky behind him...

In that direction, countless kilometers away, a group of starlight was rising from the South China Sea boundary, like a meteor flying over the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the darkness outside the sky.

Seeing this scene, the smile on the Red King's face gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable complexity and depth.

He stroked the Harlequin's head and murmured:

"Old Five, Old Five... This era is about to be in chaos again..."

The Clown did not seem to understand what the Red King was saying. He looked up blankly, blinked his tiny eyes, and dragged the Red King towards the pile of stones, wanting him to play pebbles with him.

The Red King retracted his gaze and waved his hand:

"I won't play anymore. I have things to do... How about letting the fourth child play with you later? Or... If you are really bored, how about trying to learn how to cook from the third child?"

"Aiya, aiya, aiya..." The clown felt a little regretful, but still expressed something with his hands and feet.

"Okay, then I'll leave first."

The Red King took a step forward and went directly into the ancient storage of Xidao, disappearing.

The breeze blew across the bare rock peaks, and the Clown was alone again, but he seemed very happy this time. He came to the pile of stones and sat there alone, humming a little tune, as if he was patiently waiting for something.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the clown had finished throwing more than a dozen stones, a figure walked out of the ancient storage in the opera.

"Aiya!!" The clown waved his hand immediately when he saw the familiar figure.

"I'm coming……"

The last character patted his clothes and sat down in front of the clown. "Let's play pebbles again? You first and I first?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, you go first then."

The clown stretched out his hand to grab the stone, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and tilted his head in confusion: "Eh, eh?"

"You mean Junior Brother... He should be busy outside for a while..."

“…Eh?”

"Yes." Mojiao paused for a moment and looked in the distance, "He will definitely come back... When he comes back, can you play pebbles with him?"

"Eaaaah?!!"

"I didn't say I didn't want to play with you. I was just worried that he would be bored... You should spend more time with him."

"Aiya, aiya~"

……

Leaden clouds float silently,

On the barren land, several figures are moving slowly forward.

"Chen Ling, don't walk too fast. You've just recovered a little, so don't vomit blood again." Zhao Yi's worried voice sounded.

The bright red robe beside him did not fade even in the gray world, attracting the attention of Lao Lang and several other fusionists who passed by. It was impossible not to pay attention...

They had been in the Gray World for so long, and had never seen anyone who could retain their color here. They looked at Chen Ling with curiosity, as if they were looking at a giant panda in the park. But when they saw that the other party had an ugly face and staggered, they were too embarrassed to step forward and talk to him, and could only follow him silently.

"...I'm fine." Chen Ling lowered his eyes and answered slowly.

More than half a day has passed since leaving the Wuji Realm. Chen Ling has gradually recovered from the initial state of being worse than death. Now he can no longer feel the physical fatigue, only his head still aches slightly.

Chen Ling feels that humans are truly magical creatures. No matter what kind of pain they experience, they can always stubbornly recover bit by bit and be reborn... Perhaps, this is progress.

"You really don't want me to carry you?" The old wolf who had turned back into human form couldn't help but ask, "If I turn into a disaster form, it will be easy for me to carry you."

“…No need, I can walk by myself.”

Chen Ling didn’t have the habit of “riding on others”. Although he knew that disaster would come after the transformation, he still felt weird riding on other people’s heads…especially since he wasn’t that familiar with the Fusion Faction at all, it was better to keep a distance.

Seeing this, Lao Lang stopped trying to persuade them. He looked at the other people, shrugged helplessly, and continued on his way.

"Oh, actually you don't have to be so polite. I told you that coming to the Fusion Sect is like going home. I've ridden on Old Wolf's bike many times. Although it hurts my butt a bit, it's still pretty labor-saving..."

Before Zhao Yi finished speaking, Chen Ling suddenly stopped as if she sensed something.

As soon as he stopped, Zhao Yi also stopped, and the other members of the Fusion Faction behind him also stopped and looked at him with confused eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhao Yi asked with a frown.

Chen Ling shook his head. He squatted down lightly and placed his palms slowly on the ground of the gray world. His red eyes narrowed slightly.

boom--!

He punched the ground somewhere.

The next moment, a shadow centipede screamed and crawled out from the ground dozens of meters away. It was about six or seven meters long. When it saw Chen Ling, it was as if it had seen a ghost. It twisted and curled up on the ground wildly, not daring to move at all.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the man in the red costume slowly walked up to the shadow centipede and gently touched the hideous and terrifying centipede head with his hand... Everyone could see clearly that the centipede was shaking madly.

"I just need to ride it." Chen Ling said calmly.