I'm not a drama god

Jian Changsheng felt very happy.

Ever since he was shot dead by Chen Ling in Bingdao Ancient Tibetan, he has been holding this grudge in his heart. Although many things happened later, his relationship with Chen Ling continued to improve, he could not forget the grudge of that shot...

Saving Chen Ling is saving Chen Ling, and revenge is revenge. In this regard, Jian Changsheng can be said to be clear about gratitude and grudges.

Chen Ling's head gradually recovered. He looked at Jian Changsheng with a complicated gaze. He felt emotional, speechless, surprised, and angry...

Bad news, he was shot in the head by Jian Changsheng;

The good news is that this is just a memory of the past. Death here will not really affect the physical body in the outside world. And in this memory, Chen Ling really has two lives, so he will not release the disaster.

boom--

As Chen Ling exerted a little force, the skeleton cages shattered with a loud bang, and a red dress fell back to the snow, fluttering silently towards Jian Changsheng;

Jian Changsheng was still laughing a second ago, immersed in the pleasure of revenge, but as he laughed, he couldn't laugh anymore...

He looked at the slowly approaching devil in red and swallowed silently.

Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua tacitly took a few steps back, drawing a clear line between themselves and Jian Changsheng, looking as if it had nothing to do with them.

"Um... Red Heart, I really didn't mean it just now..."

"I originally wanted to use that gun to break your bones..."

“Really, really!!”

As the red robe approached, Jian Changsheng became more and more panicked. With every step he took back, blood spilled on the snow. He was fully prepared to be beaten.

Chen Ling glanced at the bright red on the ground and the blood-stained pendant in Jian Changsheng's hand, and her eyes moved slightly...

He was silent for a long time, and the palm he raised did not hit Jian Changsheng, but lightly placed it on his shoulder, and walked past him calmly:

"Thank you very much this time."

Jian Changsheng froze on the spot.

These six simple words seem to contain a lot.

Chen Ling's eyes swept over Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua, and finally looked at the courtyard full of corpses... Jiang Xiaohua's curse was very strange, it seemed to be able to create a new possibility in memory. The courtyard in Chen Ling's memory was originally full of despair and pain, and in the end it was thanks to Chen Yan that she managed to survive...

But now there is another memory in Chen Ling's mind, and it is so real, like a carriage running side by side with the original direction, giving the story line new possibilities here.

This memory was brought to him by Jian Changsheng and the other two;

"Um...you're welcome?" Jian Changsheng didn't expect Chen Ling to let him go just like that. He suddenly felt a little awkward and replied tentatively.

Chen Ling did not dwell on this matter any longer, but turned to look at Jiang Xiaohua, who was the key to all this.

"Jiang Xiaohua, how is it outside?"

"My curse will soon disappear... It's time for you to go back." Jiang Xiaohua said sullenly, "The situation outside is not good."

"The Thief Saint..."

Sun Bumian sighed helplessly, "I really don't want to go out and face it... What if the memories I finally recovered are stolen again?"

"In his opinion, we should have completely forgotten everything and no longer pose any threat." Chen Ling said thoughtfully.

"This is our chance... a one-time chance."

Before Chen Ling finished speaking, the world around them gradually shattered. They had all found each other's memories and began to float towards reality...

Like a three-shot revolver spinning on a roulette wheel, ready to go.

"What if I don't catch it?" Jian Changsheng was so scared of bad luck that he couldn't help but ask.

"I can't save you a second time." Jiang Xiaohua shook her head. "If you don't seize the opportunity, everything will be over..."

"Either die or become a toy of the thief saint. Your choice."

“…I don’t choose any of them.”

In the blurred light and shadow, the four figures gradually moved away in different directions. Before returning to their respective bodies, they looked at each other.

"Everyone, wish us good luck."

The sound of the bright red robe disappeared into the world.

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Imperial ancient collection.

In the heavy snow and wind, a red line slowly appeared on Jiang Xiaohua's body, and then the whole person was cut in half. Warm blood gushed out and splashed on the three people in the snow.

There was no pain or sadness on Jiang Xiaohua's face. He was like a numb zombie, slowly falling down...

His eyes swept over the three people below him, and he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear:

"I'll leave it to you..."

A figure wearing a bowler hat stood behind him like a ghost.

"The mouse that flees can't escape from my palm."

Mo Lian looked down indifferently at the scarlet blood field in front of him. Jiang Xiaohua, who was split in two, was completely lifeless. The rolling blood formed a pool, connecting the three people lying side by side in the snow...

Mo Lian was not interested in this Wushen Dao, his target was only Chen Ling.

Just as he was about to step forward,

The eyelashes of the three people covered with Jiang Xiaohua's blood trembled slightly, and they opened their eyes at the same time!

The moment Chen Ling woke up, she felt something pressing on her body. The three of them looked at the same time and saw that Jiang Xiaohua had been split into two pieces and was no longer alive.

Their pupils suddenly contracted.

"Jiang Xiaohua!!" Jian Changsheng widened his eyes!

At the same time, Mo Lian didn't expect that they would wake up at the same time, and was stunned for a moment.

Before he could make any move, Chen Ling spoke without hesitation, using all his strength, and a loud roar echoed in the wind and snow:

"【Card】--!!!"

In an instant, the world stopped!

The flying snow froze in the air, and Mo Lian still had an expression of surprise on his face. The color of the world dimmed slightly with Chen Ling's "cut", like an old-fashioned movie that was paused.

The red robe slowly stood up in the pool of blood...

"call……"

The scorching air drifted from the corners of Chen Ling's mouth and condensed into mist in the cold.

Although it was still quite difficult for Chen Ling to control this domain, he knew the seriousness of this incident. Therefore, when he woke up, he did not have time to check the surrounding situation and activated the domain without hesitation...

Facts have proved that Chen Ling's choice was correct.

His domain was faster than everyone else's, and even Mo Lian didn't have time to react before he became part of the show.

Now Chen Ling finally has the chance to look around.

Beside Chen Ling, Jian Changsheng reacted the fastest. He was already curled up and crawling on the snow, like a powerful spring, ready to flash in front of Mo Lian the next moment; Sun Bumian did not choose to get up first, but froze in the action of raising his hand, as if he was going to open the field directly.

In the pool of blood beside the two men, the two halves of Jiang Xiaohua lay there silently, staring blankly at the sky with numb eyes.