I'm not a drama god

"Lin Yan, right?"

The leading man said in a deep voice, "Very good... We will remember you."

As soon as the words fell, the densely packed area opened up at the same time, and the terrifying pressure immediately turned the entire area into purgatory. Under this superimposed sense of oppression, Jian Changsheng only felt that his legs were extremely heavy...

He gritted his teeth and was about to fight his way out of the encirclement when a large word suddenly appeared on the ground:

--earth.

The word appeared extremely obscurely, as if it had been engraved between the cracks in the soil. The people who were about to start a war did not even notice the appearance of this word!

Just as Jian Changsheng was about to take a step forward, he suddenly sank into the ground as if he had stepped into quicksand, and disappeared in the blink of an eye!

The dragon-strangling warriors who were ready to go were suddenly stunned.

After they looked around Xizhou blankly, they fixed their eyes on the flat ground. The leading man tapped the ground with his fingers and found it was hard. His brows slightly frowned...

"Escape Technique... Humph, and you still say you're not an [Assassin]?"

"What should we do? Should we continue chasing?"

"Forget it. With such a big commotion, the guys from the Tianshu Realm will probably come looking for us... Before I left, that person told me not to cause trouble outside and to give face to the Tianshu Realm."

"That boy doesn't look very old, he should also be here to compete for the [Tongtian Star Position]... In this case, we will meet again someday."

"Lin Yan, I remember this name."

"Go away."

"..."

……

Comet Hotel.

"How could he not die even after this?" The assassin looked at the young master with red eyes staring at him with a sword still stuck in his neck, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Not only that, this aura..."

boom--! !

The men in black surrounding the young master rushed towards the assassin at the same time. All the tables and chairs in the path exploded, and wood chips flew wildly in the air!

The assassin's sword was still stuck in the young master's neck. He snorted coldly with his empty hands, and two daggers slipped from his sleeves. The next moment, his fingertips danced lightly, and the two daggers seemed to tear open the gap in time!

A field opened up at the same time!

The falling wood chips almost hovered in the air, drifting down at a speed of one millimeter per second. As the assassin took a step forward, they were all whittled into tiny and delicate wood flowers as if they were brushed by the knife light... In the gap of time, thousands of wood flowers bloomed silently in the knife light!

The assassin moved;

He moved through the slowly falling wood flowers like a nimble black fish. The sharp blade light easily flashed across the heads of the two men in black. The black hood silently cracked open little by little in the gaps of slowly flowing time...

The assassin did not look back. He just brushed past the flowers like the wind. The knife did not seem to appear in his palm, but the flashing light of the knife filled every corner of the hotel.

In 0.5 seconds, the knife flashed seventy-two times.

When the assassin's figure came in front of the young master again, those black-clothed figures who once surrounded the young master like stars surrounding the moon were all slashed several times... The black clothes embroidered with silver clouds gradually shattered in mid-air, like chopped black petals, intertwined with the slowly falling wood flowers, and hovered in mid-air.

At this moment, the young sect leader, whose neck was pierced, was still staring with red eyes at the place where the assassin had just stood, motionless like a sculpture.

"This time, I wonder how you can hide?"

The assassin spoke coldly.

Just as his sword was about to chop towards the young sect master, his bloodshot eyes suddenly turned strangely!

The young master's gaze seemed to catch up with the assassin's steps in an instant, and he stared into the assassin's eyes... Through those bloodshot eyes, the assassin could see his reflection behind him, and an inexplicable chill surged into his heart!

The assassin looked back suddenly, and saw that among the flying wood flowers and black clothing fragments, there was not a trace of blood...

There is never anyone under the black clothes.

"...No one?!" The assassin's pupils suddenly shrank, "How is this possible?!"

He clearly saw that those men in black were crowding around the young master, caring for him like an elder, serving him soup, picking up dishes, and even making all kinds of different noises... How could there be no one? ?

The pair of bloodshot eyes gradually trembled, sometimes gentle, sometimes angry, sometimes violent, as if there were dozens of personalities crowded in the same mind, and an extreme coldness enveloped the assassin's body!

"I said... my brother is not a traitor!"

The moment the young sect leader's stern voice rang out, a sense of life-and-death crisis surged into the assassin's heart. He retreated without hesitation in the gap of time, and several invisible cold winds whistled past him!

boom--! ! !

In an instant, several slashes almost grazed the assassin's body and hit the wall behind, first blasting the front wall into pieces, and a series of explosions sounded again from the second floor of the Comet Hotel!

The residents on the street screamed one after another, and rolling dust swept over the broken walls... A figure stood there in a somewhat embarrassed manner, with scarlet blood flowing from his fingertips to the ground.

"Those things just now, were they all 'odds'?" The assassin looked at the wound on his arm and seemed to have guessed something. "This is the first time I've encountered invisible 'odds'... What are those things?"

The young master did not answer. He was still in the assassin's territory, his movements were extremely slow... but his bloodshot eyes were always fixed on the assassin's figure, and those invisible "dolls" did not seem to be affected by this territory.

The fatal crisis always lingers in the assassin's mind!

"interesting……"

As if he had not experienced a life-and-death crisis for a long time, the assassin's slightly narrowed eyes were actually a little excited. He licked his lips.

"Even if your 'idol' can ignore my [Urohana Moment], your body is still deeply trapped in it... Unless my mental strength is exhausted, it will be almost impossible for you to break free from the inside.

Let's see, will your 'oddhead' kill me first... or will I cut off your head first?"

The young master stared at the assassin with his bloodshot eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Just as the two were on the verge of a fight,

Behind the dusty broken wall, the muzzle of a pitch-black gun was pointed at the second floor of the hotel, which was in a tense situation!

"[Inquisition]."

As a voice sounded faintly, the bullet that deconstructed all things whizzed through the void and crashed into the field of time gap, actually tearing a corner of it open!

In that corner, the wood flowers that were originally lingering in the air suddenly seemed to be knocked back to the original flow of time, turning back into floating wood chips and quickly falling back to the ground. A gust of wind dispersed the rolling dust, gradually revealing the scene behind.

The assassin frowned and turned his head to look, only to see a figure in a black windbreaker, holding a gun in one hand, standing silently in the void outside the hotel.