I'm not a drama god

"I say, let's go to the Fusion Faction and get him back!"

Jian Changsheng clenched his fists and swung them vigorously, and the hem of his leather jacket made a series of sounds of breaking through the air.

"What's the point of going to the Fusion Faction? Red Heart wasn't kidnapped, he wanted to leave on his own." Sun Bumian shook his head, "Even if we go, it won't change anything. Unless the Red King takes the initiative to admit his mistakes, he won't return to the Dusk Society..."

"Then he can't just leave without saying anything!"

Jian Changsheng recalled the back of Chen Ling who left without looking back in his dream just now, and he was furious. The Six of Hearts, whom he had saved with such great effort and cost, actually left without saying goodbye... This was absolutely unacceptable to him.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Even if I have to tie him up, I will bring him back!" Jian Changsheng said without hesitation, "We will help him settle the feud between him and the Red King after he comes back... So what if Xidao Guzang is gone? Can't the four of us still live well together?"

Sun Bumian looked at him with a strange expression: "I'm not trying to spoil the fun, I just want to ask... Can you beat the red heart?"

Jian Changsheng sneered.

He adjusted the collar of his leather jacket, and stroked the wolf's tail with his hand. "Inadvertently", the aura of the peak fifth level of the God of War flashed through him.

"You're at level five?" Sun Bumian asked in surprise.

"His Red Heart has just been promoted to the fifth level, but I have reached the peak of the fifth level after being washed away by the murderous aura... Why can't I beat him?"

"What if... I mean what if, what if we come all the way to the Fusion Faction and you still can't beat him... what should we do?"

Jian Changsheng's expression froze, he frowned and thought hard for a long time, then slowly uttered a few words:

"Then we'll join the Fusion faction!"

Sun Bumian: ????? ????? ?????

"If you beat him, he will go back to the Dusk Society with you; if he beats you, we will join the Fusion Faction with you?" Sun Bumian was puzzled, "What does this have to do with Xiaohua and me?!"

"Aren't we a team?"

"Then..."

"Besides, aren't you seeking revenge on the Red King? How can you take revenge under his control? If we join the Fusion Faction, maybe one day we can make a comeback and take back everything that belongs to us."

"Hiss..." Sun Bumian rubbed his chin with his hand, thinking, "What you said makes sense..."

Sun Bumian was indeed tempted. It would be almost impossible for him to take back the gold if he worked under the Red King. However, if he relied on the power of the Fusion Faction, there would be a chance.

Seeing that Sun Bumian had no objection, Jian Changsheng walked directly to Jiang Xiaohua's bed and pushed him a few times.

"Meihua, are you going?"

Jiang Xiaohua turned her head reluctantly, as if she hadn't heard their conversation just now, and asked sleepily:

"what?"

"Spade is going to the Fusion Faction to challenge Heart to a duel. If he wins, we'll bring Heart back. If he loses, we'll sacrifice ourselves to the Fusion Faction." Sun Bumian concluded succinctly.

Jiang Xiaohua was silent for a long time.

"Heart... do you know you have such a duel?"

"Don't worry about it, just tell me whether you want to go or not!" Jian Changsheng put his hands on his hips.

"...go." Jiang Xiaohua nodded slightly, her voice weak. She felt that this way and that way were fine. Since everyone said they wanted to go, she might as well go.

"very good!"

Jian Changsheng was very satisfied with the result. "Then let's set off immediately!!"

Seeing Jian Changsheng rushing out the door in a hurry, Sun Bumian hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke:

"last question……"

"Say!"

"Do you know how to get to the Fusion?"

Jian Changsheng: …………

……

Thumb-thump-thump...

A glaring spotlight lit up above Chen Ling's head, and the dim stage was once again shrouded in light.

Chen Ling, wearing a bright red costume, lay quietly on the stage, and only opened her eyes slowly after a long time...

Chen Ling didn’t know how long he had slept. He only knew that as soon as he lay on the bed, he lost consciousness until the spotlight shone on him, and then he woke up slowly.

"...Can't you let me sleep a little longer?" Chen Ling sighed and slowly got up from the stage.

This time, he simply ignored the scarlet eyes in the audience. Ever since Chen Ling fought on the stage and even ate several audience members, his fear of these guys had disappeared. Now, all he could recall was the faint smell of broiler chicken...

The best way to overcome fear is to face (cross out) and eat it.

Chen Ling walked straight to the screen and skillfully tapped the shaking treasure chest in the corner with his fingertips. As a burst of crisp music sounded, a table appeared behind him.

"Congratulations on completing the play, "Fate's Ringing"."

"The highest expectation of the audience for this play: 91%"

"You are entitled to a designated lottery draw."

"After using it, you can designate a character from all the characters appearing in this show, and randomly select the opponent's abilities. The probability of drawing rare skills is related to the overall audience expectations of this show."

As Chen Ling's eyes fell on the table, pages of paper appeared from nothingness, and the plays that recorded his precious and sad memories were quickly being bound on the table.

This play covers almost all the characters that Chen Ling has known in the past. Under the guidance of fate, they gather in Wuji, just like a crazy and passionate piece of music, playing the final chapter of the Wuji realm.

Chen Ling picked up the play from the table, flipped through it for a while, and then put it back on the bookshelf...

He looked at the lottery paper waiting for him to write his name.

Chen Ling picked up the pen and pondered for a long time over the name column. Finally, he put the pen down.

There were so many characters appearing in this play that Chen Ling couldn't think of whose abilities to draw for a moment... In this case, Chen Ling thought it would be better to hold on to this opportunity and use it when necessary.

This was also the inspiration given to him by the Wuji Realm this time. If it wasn't for the first time that the expectation value exceeded 90%, and Chen Ling got an extra lottery ticket, and if it wasn't for the fact that Chen Ling's luck exploded at the critical moment and he drew the Silver King's [Yesterday's Revolver], this war would probably be even more tragic than it is now... This kind of coincidence may happen once, but it is unlikely to happen a second time.

What's more, this show has a maximum expectation value of 91%. As long as Chen Ling wants to draw someone, there is a high probability that he will draw a very high-level ability from the other party. This can be a killer weapon that can turn the tide at a critical moment! Now blindly drawing one at random would be a waste.

Chen Ling closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually faded from the stage... After a while, he slowly opened his eyes on the bed.

The dim light shone through the curtains onto Chen Ling. He sat up and stared blankly at the unfamiliar wooden house in front of him. It took him a long time to come back to his senses...

He took a deep breath, put on his clothes, and pushed the door open.

The past is the past.

Now he has only one goal... to control the disaster.