I'm not a drama god

Under the spotlight, the face attached to the shadow was badly mutilated.

Although it was the same face of Chen Ling, at this moment, at such a close distance, they had two completely different temperaments... The mutilated face was full of hostility and rage, like a poor imitation thrown into the trash can.

Chen Ling looked at him calmly and spoke slowly:

"Because, I am who I am."

His fist was raised high in the spotlight...

Then smash it down with all your strength!

boom--! !

There was another muffled sound.

The mutilated face completely disappeared, replaced by a dark shadow without any facial features. Its head hit the floor heavily and it fainted on the spot.

Black blood stained Chen Ling's fist. He slowly stood up, his apricot eyes calmly looking down at the unconscious figure...

He was the only one standing on this stage until the end.

Chen Ling raised her hand to pull up the shadow, took off her bright red costume, and then threw it off the stage.

As the shadow fell back under the stage, the shadow arms of the "audience" stretched out from the darkness like a tide, grabbed the unconscious shadow, dragged it into the auditorium, and disappeared...

Just like when they dragged Chen Ling away.

In the center of the stage, Chen Ling put on his bright red costume meticulously. He adjusted his collar and hair, stood under the spotlight, and slowly scanned the creeping dark auditorium, as if he had been reborn.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, one hand behind his back, one hand elegantly placed under his chest, and he bowed slightly to the audience:

"The show...is about to begin."

……

The edge of the forbidden sea.

The big red paper umbrella stopped on the sandy beach, and its violent aura was like a flame, burning fiercely in the gray world.

A shadow struggled back and forth like crazy in the sea of ​​fire, and finally fell into silence... It lay quietly in the ruins, like a corpse.

The curtain was pulled open from the void, and a young man in a costume carrying an unconscious young man gently landed on the gravel beach. With a groan of pain, the young man suddenly vomited violently.

The master made a disdainful sound, threw it aside, and walked straight towards the black shadow in the sea of ​​fire.

The master didn't seem surprised by "Chen Ling's" coma. He squatted in front of the black shadow and slowly stretched out one hand towards Chen Ling's chest...

……

Boom—boom—boom!

On the theater stage, Chen Ling slammed the curtain several times, but it only made a dull sound of hitting steel.

Chen Ling's expression was somewhat helpless.

With the help of District 3 Chen Ling, he successfully returned to the stage and regained his own role... but this was just a return to the starting point.

Every time Chen Ling released the "audience" and wanted to return to her own body, she would be blocked by the curtain. When the expectation value was above 17%, the curtain was like mud, but Chen Ling could pass through it as long as she exerted force.

When the expectation value is at 15%, the curtain gradually hardens into a wall. Although it is extremely difficult to pass through, it is not impossible. This expectation value is the limit of Chen Ling's self-control at present.

When the expectation value is at 13%, he can no longer cross the curtain by himself. Last time in Beidou Manor, he was able to escape with the help of Mojiao.

But this time when he released the "audience", the lowest expectation was only 5%. This curtain was like steel, and no matter how hard Chen Ling tried, he could not leave the slightest mark on it...

Just as Chen Ling was thinking about how to get through the curtain, a hand suddenly appeared from behind the curtain, as if crossing time, space and dimensions.

The moment he saw this hand, Chen Ling was stunned.

It was a young boy's hand, with slender knuckles and fair skin. It slowly spread out in front of Chen Ling, and a line of small words written on the palm appeared in front of Chen Ling:

——[Hold on as a teacher].

Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

"...Master?" Chen Ling's eyes were full of surprise!

You know, this is the theater, the deepest part of his mind, and the place where the [Mockery] disaster is sealed. Since Chen Ling first woke up here, no one except him has been able to reach here... not even with a palm.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes flickered, and countless thoughts surged in his mind;

But he did not hesitate for too long, he reached out and tightly grasped the boy's hand!

The next moment, an indescribable force was released from the other end of the palm. The terrifying aura of the God of Drama seemed to be able to penetrate all time, space and dimensions, and forcibly pulled Chen Ling's body into the hard curtain!

Dense cracks began to spread on the surface of the curtain. At the same time, Chen Ling was gradually returning to his original form...

……

The edge of the forbidden sea,

The originally surging aura of destruction was gradually dissipating... and another demigod-level aura of the God of Drama suddenly burst out from the deep pit!

The earth trembled with the Master's breath. The afterimages of countless "stories" flickered wildly in the void. As the Master pushed his breath to the extreme, the space and time here became unstable.

As Jian Changsheng vomited, he saw the gravel beneath him transform into glass beads, sand, countless colored glaze jewels, and infinite gems that contained terrifying energy...

He rubbed his eyes vigorously and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"It's bad, it's messing with my brain!"

A young man in a costume slowly stood up from the deep pit. His hand seemed to be grabbing something, breaking out of the shadowy body bit by bit...

Roar--! ! !

at the same time,

At the end of the surging frozen sea, a huge mountain-like shadow slowly emerged...

The entire forbidden sea has been angered by the [Mockery] disaster. The taboo disaster that has been crawling in the deep sea for who knows how many years and has not appeared has reappeared in the world.

Under the wrath of the King of the Forbidden Sea, countless disasters began to jump out from beneath the sea surface, like a surging black wave, rolling towards the sandy beach!

"Hong, red, red...Senior Hong Wang!" Jian Changsheng finally came to his senses, his face turned pale under the impact of the world-destroying aura.

click-

With a slight sound, a crack appeared in the shadow body.

One of the palms was dragged by the master and forcibly pulled out of the body, followed by the arm, the shoulder... The master, who was using all his strength to try to pull Chen Ling out, frowned and turned around abruptly to look behind him!

He frowned, as if he was extremely annoyed at the disaster that disturbed him at the critical moment. The time, space and dimensions around him were intertwined crazily.

The next moment, a piece of skin fell from the master's cheek, and he changed from a young boy to an adult. Then, facing the raging forbidden sea, he slowly opened his mouth...

A loud sound like angry thunder burst out from the tip of his tongue!

"--roll!!!!"