I'm not a drama god

After the flight attendant left with the empty cup, he sat down in the flight attendant chair diagonally to the side.

Because it was the first row of the first class cabin, the three or four flight attendants sitting in their seats could all see the young man in the Tang suit from the same angle. Their sapphire eyes flickered, full of curiosity and admiration, and they whispered to each other:

"Who's that passenger? His outfit looks so...whimsical."

"AVI Parranged by Wuhan Airport. Rumor says she's got connections. They booked two first-class seats for him—one for sitting, the other for that giant headpiece."

"The lion one? It's shockingly detailed."

"But there's the kicker: He's been eating our double-skin milk pudding since takeoff. At this rate, we'll run out before landing!"

Sun Bumian's ears moved slightly, and he heard the conversation between the people clearly. He seemed to be indifferent to it, just using the knife and fork in his hand to elegantly cut the small cake on the table, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Next second,

A rapid cell phone ring rang from his arms.

"Just now, we captured a few monsters! Hey! We subdued a few more demons! Ha! How come there are so many evil spirits and monsters..."

Sun Bumian almost spit out a bite of cake. He looked at the caller ID on his phone in shock, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost...

Telephone?!

This is an international flight! My phone is in airplane mode!

Where is the call coming from?

Heaven???

Sun Bumian didn’t know what he was thinking. After being stunned for a while, he instinctively pressed the answer button.

"……Hey?"

The next second, a loud explosion accompanied by a full-force roar sounded directly in the first-class cabin!

"Sun Bumian!! Come and save me!! I'm being chased in the suburbs west of Shanghai!"

Snapped--!

Sun Bumian hung up the phone abruptly.

"Damn it... I must not be fully awake... Sleep a little longer, sleep a little longer..."

Sun Bumian muttered something, silently put down his knife and fork, raised his head and sat on the chair ready to take a nap.

But before he closed his eyes for ten seconds, the phone screen lit up again!

"Just captured..."

Snapped.

"Just captured..."

Snapped!

"Just……"

"Mr. Sun, please switch your cell phone to flight mode or turn it off on the plane..." A flight attendant came over with a strange expression, looked at Sun Bumian and the "magic phone" in his hand, and said gently.

"…Sorry, sorry, my phone seems to be broken…"

Sun Bumian smiled awkwardly, then turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket.

……

"Sorry, the user you dialed has shut down..."

Chen Ling:? ? ?

Hearing this reply, Chen Ling swore rarely, and then moved hundreds of meters in an instant. The next moment, a roar of fire exploded in the area just now, flattening half of the mountain to the ground.

"I want to see how long you can drag it out." Ying Fu's calm voice came from behind. A large amount of ink intertwined into a dark mountain in the howling wind.

【00:01:15】

【00:01:14】

Chen Ling's figure was already in a state of disgrace. He could only focus on the countdown of the era archive that was about to end, and his thoughts were racing.

I don’t know where Sun Bumian is now. He didn’t even answer the phone and even turned off his phone... If he just didn’t answer the phone, Chen Ling could still forcefully call him, but he turned off his phone, so there was really nothing I could do.

The good news is that the time limit for saving the era is about to end, so he will not die here; but the bad news is that when he comes back again in a month, he will still face a life-and-death crisis.

"Sun Bumian..." Chen Ling gritted his teeth.

【00:00:01】

【00:00:00】

[No. 129439 time limit has expired]

[Reading interruption]

……

Bright light shines through the glass onto the clean bed. The gauze-like curtains float in the breeze. It is peaceful and tranquil, like a dream.

Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes!

The next moment, wounds began to appear all over his body, and blood flowed out...

But at this time Chen Ling no longer cared about his wounds. He gritted his teeth, got out of bed, opened the door, and rushed straight towards Sun Bumian!

"Brother Chen Ling...Brother Chen Ling?! Why are you covered in blood?" Xiao Tao, who happened to pass by, exclaimed when she saw Chen Ling rushing through the corridor like the wind.

Chen Ling did not respond, but went straight to Sun Bumian's door and knocked hard!

Bang bang bang——! !

"Sun Bumian!!"

After a while, Sun Bumian, who was taking a nap, lazily opened the door.

He yawned and asked blankly:

"…What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Why don't you answer my call?"

"?"

"Forget it, let's go inside and talk!"

Seeing that more and more people were coming to the corridor after hearing the noise, Chen Ling simply pushed Sun Bumian into the house and closed the door behind him.

"No...what's going on? Am I still asleep?" Sun Bumian rubbed his eyes. "What phone call...why are you covered in blood?"

Chen Ling did not beat around the bush and directly told the story of her use of the Times Archives and described the situation at that time.

"Do you remember this?" Chen Ling paused for a moment.

"Or, in your memory, have you ever seen me before?"

Sun Bumian thought about it carefully and spread his hands innocently, "...I don't know."

"How could you not know?"

"Please, who do you think I am? I have been reincarnated so many times, how can I remember what happened in every life? My brain is also a human brain, not a hard drive with unlimited capacity!" Sun Bumian sat down on the sofa, his tone very helpless.

"Every time a reincarnation ends, I will forget almost everything about the previous reincarnation. I will only retain some of the background of the times I once lived in, and a few extremely unforgettable things... So if you ask me now whether I have seen you more than three hundred years ago, I really don't remember!"

Sun Bumian paused for a moment and added,

"Also, during my reincarnation more than 300 years ago, I seemed to have suffered a serious injury...especially the memory of that time, I have almost lost all of it."

Chen Ling looked into Sun Bumian's eyes for a long time, and could only sigh helplessly...

"...Okay, it seems like you really can't help...then just pretend I didn't say anything."

Chen Ling was about to turn around and leave, when Sun Bumian suddenly spoke:

"However, if you really encounter any difficulties and want to ask me for help... I can also teach you."

"Teach me what?"

Sun Bumian pushed up the small round sunglasses on his nose, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Of course, no matter what era it is, as long as they can contact me, they can definitely trick me... and call me over."