I'm not a drama god

at the same time.

San Francisco.

Dang Dang Dang Dang——

A red shadow stepped on the high stakes, leaping up as lightly as flying on the clouds. The big red lion wore a streamer on its head and flew in the air. Its huge eyes blinked lightly from time to time, as if it was really alive.

Loud gongs and drums continued one after another, and cheers from the crowd rang out from the side. A group of white and black people held mobile phones and were watching this scene in shock, with disbelief on their faces.

I saw the lion dance figure stepping onto the highest high pile in a few steps, which was seven or eight meters high from the ground. He stepped on the pile with one foot, and his body naturally sank back. The other foot was stacked on top of it like a double leg. Together, looking from a distance, it looked like it was about to fall down at any time, causing everyone to exclaim in surprise.

The big red lion hooded him with a playful wink, and with a fierce backflip he jumped from a high pile seven to eight meters high. He stepped on nothingness with his feet, flew down in the air like stepping on a ladder, and then landed steadily on the ground.

The next moment, there was thunderous applause!

Countless onlookers looked at each other in surprise, their mouths seemed to be saying "My God". They didn't understand how this was done, but in Chinatown, this kind of thing seemed to be commonplace... These guys from the East , there is always some magical power in him that is incomprehensible.

As the performance ended, the figure of the lion dancer walked to the back of the queue, took off the big red lion hood with both hands, and a handsome young face appeared in front of everyone.

It was a young man of about twenty years old, wearing a red and black Tang suit, with a string of shiny small-leaf red sandalwood on his wrist. He waved to the boy next to him, then took a pair of narrow round sunglasses and casually Put it on the bridge of your nose and raise the corners of your mouth slightly.

"Hmph, these foreigners are making so much money."

He put his hands in his pockets, leaned forward slightly, and the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose slid down a little. His eyes scanned the entire Chinatown with a smile, and there was a trace of scorn unconsciously in his expression and posture.

"Now, who is the most handsome guy in Chinatown?"

"Mr. Sun, the audience hasn't gone far yet... Please pay attention to your image." The young man who looked like an assistant said softly.

"...Ahem." The young man glanced back, silently raised his body, and walked towards Chinatown.

"By the way, Mr. Sun, your phone seems to be ringing from just now..."

"Ok?"

The young man took the phone and saw the website and pictures on the screen, and he was suddenly stunned.

"Hey...what's going on? The dark web has been hacked?"

He pulled down the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose and squatted on the side of the road to watch carefully. As a blood-stained figure in the picture passed by the camera, his attention was instantly attracted.

"This face...I think I've seen it somewhere before? Is it from the famous Bingshen Dao in the Golden Triangle..."

The young man scratched his head and thought hard.

However, as the scene changed, in the direction of Nie Yu's progress, a figure wearing a red opera robe was standing on the roof of the heavy rain building, with a touch of apricot red outlined from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing this scene, the young man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stood up from the roadside in an instant!

"This is...the way of playing God??"

……

service area.

Thunder roared among the clouds, and pale thunder flashed across the sky.

In the flashing neon lights, Nie Yu held the hunting knife, smashing the ripple reflections in the puddles step by step, and slowly advanced towards Chen Ling's location.

The rain washed away the blood on his face, and the look he looked at Chen Ling was as sharp as a knife.

"You really came after me..."

Chen Ling looked at him calmly, "I thought you would hide in the dark and wait for my defense to weaken, then suddenly give me a fatal blow."

"This method is not necessary to deal with you."

"Is it that you can't use it or can't afford it? Your body is almost reaching its limit, right? If you don't deal with me as soon as possible and deal with the Demon-Suppressing Blood Map, I'm afraid your rank will continue to fall... By then, you There’s not even a chance of winning.”

Chen Ling saw Nie Yu's thoughts at a glance and sneered.

Nie Yu's palm gripped the hunting knife harder and harder, and the pale joints looked particularly ferocious under the cold rain.

"You should only be at the third level, right?" Nie Yu said solemnly, "Even if my level falls and I am injured, it will be easy to kill you as a third level."

"Really?" Chen Ling chuckled, "Then come and try it."

Looking at Chen Ling's face, a surge of anger rushed into Nie Yu's heart. Whether it was the trap on the plane before, or killing the vulture, or issuing a reward for himself, Nie Yu's murderous intention towards Chen Ling rose to the extreme. ...His chest rose and fell violently, his feet slammed into the ground, and his figure instantly broke through the rain curtain like a cannonball and flew out!

Even though his body was heavily injured and it was difficult to even walk, Nie Yu still burst out with terrifying strength and speed at this moment. He even accelerated along the wall of the building with his head lowered, and the uneven hunting knife blade cut off a drop. The falling raindrops made a whistling sound that broke through the sky.

He must fight quickly!

Chen Ling only felt a flash in front of her eyes. Nie Yu's figure jumped into the air on the top of the building. His blood-colored clothes rustled in the wind. As the hunting knife fell, the thin sharp threads danced wildly towards Chen Ling's throat!

Her apricot-red eyes reflected the trajectory of the sharp edges, and her red opera robe was fluttering like butterflies on the roof of the building. Chen Ling did not retreat but advanced, trying to find a path without injury amid the wildly dancing sharp threads.

The sleeves of the wide opera robe flickered, and a boning knife with cold light fell into Chen Ling's palm, and it struck Nie Yu lightly.

Dang Dang Dang Dang——! !

Nie Yu's hunting knife and Chen Ling's boning knife clashed dozens of times in an instant, almost leaving behind images in the rain.

The harsh metal chirping sound sounded, and fine sparks splashed in the rain. Nie Yu did not expect that Chen Ling's close combat power was so strong. Whether it was speed or slashing moves, they were on par with him!

Nie Yu frowned, growled, and the muscles all over his body bulged. Under the cover of the [Iron Clothes], they were strengthened again, and he struck hard on the boning knife.

Boom——! !

Terrifying power came from the blade, and Chen Ling flew backwards out of the rain. It took several meters for her feet to touch the ground, and she barely stabilized her body.

Feeling the numbness in her hands, and finding it difficult to hold the knife, Chen Ling's eyes gradually became serious.

"What a powerful force..."

After all, Nie Yu is a fifth-level [Sirius]. Even if he is seriously injured, with the blessing of [Iron Clothes], his strength cannot be compared to that of a third-level one. If Chen Ling hadn't been practicing close combat with his senior brother every day in the past few months and greatly improved his fighting skills, he might not have been able to catch Nie Yu's swords.

When Nie Yu saw this, the cold light in his eyes became more intense. He walked slowly out of the rain holding a hunting knife and said in a cold voice:

"I said... you are only level 3, you can't beat me."