I'm not a drama god

"He is too difficult to deal with." Han Xiang felt his mental energy being consumed, while the man in red was still agile and nimble, with an ugly expression on his face.

Two sixth-level masters surrounded a fifth-level peak master, but they still couldn't kill him after such a long time... The fighting power that Chen Ling burst out is incomprehensible to any Shinto owner of this era.

Ying Fu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He looked at Chen Ling not far away. For some reason, he had a bad premonition.

"Something's wrong."

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

Ying Fu was about to say something when the clouds in the sky suddenly rolled over and colorful rays of light surged. In a trance, he actually saw the outline of a lion, rapidly approaching here!

The outline of the lion was so large that at first glance, it would only appear to be a large piece of colorful cloud that looked like a lion's head...but Ying Fu could keenly sense the terrifying aura of the gods emanating from it.

“That is…” Han Xiang noticed something strange behind the colorful clouds, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Only at this moment did Chen Ling, wearing a bright red opera robe, finally stop.

"In this era, you are not the only one who will seek reinforcements." Chen Ling raised his head slightly, and a smile flashed in his eyes as he looked at the colorful clouds in the sky.

"Now... attack and defend the aliens."

A huge shadow burning with colorful flames flew out from the clouds like a meteor, and like an angry lion, it rushed straight towards the mountain!

"The seventh-level peak of the God of Drama?" Han Xiang asked in surprise.

He and Ying Fu are both at the sixth level. Even if they join forces, they will definitely not be a match for the seventh level... and that Xi Shendao is filled with anger, as if he wants to tear them into pieces. He is definitely not a good person.

"His Majesty……"

"let's go!"

Although Ying Fu was unwilling to give in, he knew he was no match for his opponent and could only retreat decisively. For Ying Fu, the most important Chu Changqing had already been transported out. If he could kill Chen Ling, that would be the best. Even if he couldn't, there would be no loss.

The two figures of Ying Fu and Han Xiang were disintegrated in the ink rain at the same time, turning into countless strokes and disappearing at the end of the clouds.

But what they didn't notice was that after they left, the blazing colorful flames did not diminish at all, but instead crashed straight towards Chen Ling in the ruins!

"Is Sun Bumian so powerful in this era?" Chen Ling felt the oppressive feeling coming towards him and was also shocked.

However, at this time, he was too late to make any other moves, as the gap in strength between the two sides was still too great. The awakening lion opened its huge mouth on the mountain and swallowed Chen Ling and the surrounding land into its stomach in one gulp, then its body turned translucent and shuttled directly into the ground!

Chen Ling only felt a flash before his eyes, and a terrifying force restrained his body, and he fell madly downwards!

Amid the burning colorful flames, a figure in a Tang suit emerged from the body of the lion dance. He grabbed Chen Ling's neck, and his small round sunglasses almost stuck to Chen Ling's face.

"You're the one who called me, right?" Sun Bumian gritted his teeth, "Thief! What did you do to my gold?!"

"Calm down...your gold is still there."

Hearing this, Sun Bumian was slightly startled.

But the next moment his face was full of disbelief.

"you are lying!!"

"I'm serious. I didn't touch your gold... It means nothing to me."

As he spoke, Chen Ling grabbed a stone from deep in the ground nearby. As the electric current passed through, the stone turned into gold right under Sun Bumian's eyes!

Sun Bumian frowned, he snatched the gold from Chen Ling's hand and took a big bite with his teeth.

"Turning stone into gold?" Sun Bumian looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"This kind of magical skill actually exists?!"

"So, it's meaningless for me to take your gold... If I want, I can turn this mountain into gold." Chen Ling patted his arm that was pinching her throat, "Now, can you let me go?"

"…No, I need to go and confirm it myself."

Sun Bumian was not reassured as this concerned his thousand-year savings. The translucent lion turned around underground and ran straight towards a certain location!

Chen Ling's body was held in the mouth of the lion dance. He felt the surrounding rocks flowing past him like water without any obstruction, and felt a little surprised.

The Sun Bumian in reality does not seem to have such amazing abilities. It seems that the Sun Bumian of this era is much stronger than he imagined... The strangest thing is that no matter whether it is the Sun Bumian of this era, the real Sun Bumian, or the Sun Bumian thousands of years ago that Chen Ling saw in the depths of Sun Bumian’s memory, their appearance has not changed at all.

He seems like he will never age or grow up, always looking like he is 19 or 20 years old, as if time has forgotten him.

"…Why are you looking at me?"

Sun Bumian, who was standing on the lion dance, noticed Chen Ling's gaze and had a strange expression on his face.

Chen Ling shook her head, "Nothing... I just remembered an acquaintance."

Sun Bumian frowned slightly. He stared at Chen Ling for a long time and suddenly spoke:

"Have we met somewhere?"

“I probably haven’t seen it before.”

"Then how do you know my name?" Sun Bumian stared into his eyes seriously, "And the location of the hidden gold, I have never told anyone... How did you know it?"

"You told me yourself."

"No way, I can't tell anyone the location of the gold!"

"No, you will." Chen Ling said calmly, "Especially in the future you, after you lose your gold..."

When Sun Bumian heard the second half of the sentence, a look of deep confusion emerged in his eyes.

"……What do you mean?"

"It's time to get to know each other formally..." Chen Ling was held in the mouth of the lion dance, but she still reached out her hand to Sun Bumian who was on top of the lion dance.

"My name is Chen Ling, and I come from the future more than 300 years later."

Sun Bumian: ???

……

The edge of Shanghai.

A black commercial vehicle slowly drove along the narrow road between the barren farmlands and finally stopped in front of a long-abandoned red brick house.

The driver in the driving seat finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with trembling hands, as if he had lost half his life on the road out of nervousness.

"where is this place?"

Chu Changqing's hands and feet were tied. He looked out the window of the back seat at the fields outside with a frown on his face.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Just stay still." The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror and his tone became sharp again.

Chu Changqing didn't say anything, just leaned quietly in the back seat. After an unknown amount of time, a dusty, broken car drove slowly across the field and stopped in front of the brick house.

The car door opened, and Fu Kun, Zheng Zhiqing and others got out. They all had wounds on their bodies, their hair was messy, and they looked extremely miserable...

Fu Kun glanced at Chu Changqing and the driver in the car and asked in confusion:

"What about Your Majesty?"