I'm not a drama god

"Main protagonist?"

"Everyone is the protagonist of his own life." The master thought for a moment and added, "The difference between you and us is that your life has an audience."

"But I'd rather not have these audiences." Chen Ling frowned, "They make everything a mess."

"Everything has two sides... sometimes having an audience isn't a bad thing."

“But I don’t think they can do anything good.”

The master looked at Chen Ling, smiled, and said nothing.

Chen Ling looked at his master, and he always felt that there seemed to be something hidden in his eyes, mysterious and unfathomable... Then he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked:

"Master, are you in the mortal world now?"

"Yes, how else can I pull you out?"

"That is to say... the current world actually gathers Western demigods?"

“West position? Hahaha…” The master chuckled twice and did not give a direct answer. “Anyway, although I am here, I don’t plan to get involved…”

"Because of the neutrality of the Twilight Society?"

"Not entirely. The neutrality of the Twilight Society is relative, not absolute... For example, your actions this time can also represent the stance of the Twilight Society to some extent." The master paused for a moment.

"The reason why I didn't take action is because I am not the protagonist of this drama..."

"Who is that?"

"It's you, Lao Liu."

"Me?" Chen Ling smiled bitterly. "I am only a third-rank Drama God. How can I be qualified to participate in a war of this scale? Unleashing the disaster of the Ghostly Abyss and disrupting the war situation is the limit of what I can do. I can't even save the life of an ordinary girl."

"The protagonist of a big play always has to appear last." The master disagreed.

"Besides, you underestimate yourself... You are my disciple, a member of Xidao Ancient Tibetan. Maybe you don't take it to heart, but in fact, you can do much more than you think."

"……for example?"

"Don't ask me, Master. Ask yourself... Did you waste all the time you spent in Xidao Ancient Tibetan?"

Chen Ling was stunned, his brows furrowed, as if he was pondering the deep meaning of his master's words...

call--

The breeze blows across the grassland, and the world is quiet.

Chen Ling could hear the sound of colorful flags fluttering, coming from far behind him. That was the direction of Lao Liu's house... He subconsciously looked back, but the grassland was empty.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Chen Ling stared at the scene in a daze, letting the breeze brush across his cheeks, gradually calming his tired and restless heart.

"Do you want to go back?" asked the master.

"Back to where?"

"Go back to Lao Liu's home, and return to the Xidao Ancient Treasures." The master said calmly, "Your eldest brother, I want you to go back. At least when you go back, you don't have to get involved in the quagmire of the Red Dust Realm... At least I can guarantee that even if the outside world turns upside down, the Xidao Ancient Treasures will always be safe."

"... forever safe..."

Chen Ling looked deeply in the direction of Lao Liu's home, and his mind couldn't help but recall the six months he had spent there... Nostalgia and reluctance emerged in his eyes, but as a meteor streaked across the night sky, his gaze quickly returned to calm.

When leaving Xidao Ancient Tibetan, Chen Ling was ready to face crisis and death. Before setting off, he knew that this trip to the Red Dust Realm would not be easy and safe. In the final analysis, this was his own choice... If he were allowed to choose again, he would still make the same choice.

"Thank Senior Brother for me, but I can't turn back." Chen Ling shook his head, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up from the ground.

"After resting for just a while, you're leaving now?"

"I now understand what you have taught me... I want to go back as soon as possible."

The master raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this, but he did not try to persuade me to stay. Instead, he nodded and said:

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the CD in the master's hand flew into the air and gradually unfolded in the void. That world filled with demigod pressure and war slowly dragged Chen Ling back into it.

At this moment, the master spoke again:

"Lao Liu."

"...What's wrong, Master?" Half of Chen Ling's body had been dragged into the world. Hearing this, he suddenly turned around.

"Actually, I asked you to come in this time because I want to tell you something..." The master pointed at Chen Ling's head and said with a smile,

"You don't have to stick to the existing restrictions. You can act freely in this scene... Even if you cause a huge mess, there's no need to panic."

"This time, the master is behind you."

Chen Ling was stunned.

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something else, but the folded world was like a wave, swallowing him up...

……

The starry sky and grassland in the distance, like unreachable dream stars, were getting farther and farther away from Chen Ling. The pressure of life and death once again locked onto his figure, causing the hairs all over his body to stand on end!

The audience roared, the dragon roared;

Chen Ling came back to his senses. He was still standing on the toad's back, and the dragon's breath in the distance gushed out the next moment, and the tip of the pen flew towards him!

When Chen Ling saw this, he was shocked!

Even if I was dragged away by the master just now, when I come back, I will still start from the original time? !

At first, Chen Ling thought that he had avoided the dragon's breath with the help of his master, but in fact he didn't...and Chen Ling was not too panicked. Since his master still let him go, it meant that this was definitely not a situation where he would definitely die!

Sure enough, at the moment when the dragon's breath gushed out, a jade hand that covered the sky and the sun dropped from the sky, crossed the latitude, and grabbed Xizai's neck!

Then lift up with all your strength!

boom--! !

The dragon breath that could destroy all civilizations almost brushed past the main city of Hongchen, and the tip of the pen gushed out into the sky, without hurting Chen Ling in the distance, or other areas of the main city of Hongchen at all!

I saw Lord Hongchen Su Zhiwei, who was distracted by tracking Lord Wuji while overlooking the battlefield among the red flowers, his eyes full of anger.

The Dust Dragon naturally would not sit still after Su Zhiwei pulled away its dragon breath. It waved its huge skeletal wings vigorously, and a hurricane rushed out of its body. With the help of its unparalleled strength and hard bones, it first broke free from Su Zhiwei's palm, and at the same time tore it into blood red like a meat grinder!

Even if the Nine Lords Su Zhiwei was at his peak, it would be impossible for him to suppress a World Destroyer at his peak.

Xizai's huge body spun in the air, his wind-hole eyes staring at the injured Su Zhiwei, and he opened his huge mouth, as if he could blow away the world's destructive pressure, and a dragon's roar sounded! !

The huge dragon wings flapped again, and its body rose up with the wind, actually tearing through the boundary of latitude and flying from the red flower into the gray world where Su Zhiwei was!

Su Zhiwei felt the aura of annihilation coming towards him, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his face...

A Jiujun in half state, and a Mieshi in peak state;

Can I only fight one against two?