I'm not a drama god

In the dead silence of the palace.

Chen Ling slowly sat up from the bed...

He seemed to have realized something and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had unconsciously spit out the remains of a broken insect on the ground, as if to prove that what had just happened was not a dream.

"Thank you for my contribution to the disaster?" Chen Ling frowned, unable to guess the meaning of Si Zai's last sentence.

"What contribution have I made?"

Chen Ling didn't understand, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He stood up with his head still a little groggy from the hangover, took out the radio from the edge of the throne, and listened carefully.

There has been no major news in the channels of the major realms in the past two days. The fighting on the front lines is still at a stalemate. This tug-of-war that has lasted for several months has exhausted everyone's attention. The residents in the realms are not paying much attention to the situation on the front lines. After all, everyone has to live. Since when, the war has infiltrated into their daily lives.

But Chen Ling, who had just finished a world-destroying meeting, tasted a different flavor in this calm.

"The calm before the storm..."

Chen Ling sighed softly. After thinking for a moment, he murmured to himself, "How about reminding them?"

Chen Ling slowly closed her eyes on the throne.

After a while,

A streak of darkness gradually permeated the bright red costume.

……

"General Jane!"

"It's General Jian who's back!"

"..."

At the front line of the Xuanyu Realm, a tired figure in tattered armor was walking along a long, desolate road, his blood-stained hair draped over his shoulders, already tangled and solidified due to the long battle.

But as soon as they saw him, several reporters and people wearing volunteer armbands rushed over. However, before they could get close, they were shocked by the extremely strong smell of blood on the other party and almost couldn't help retching on the spot.

"Don't come near me." The armored figure raised his eyes and glanced at them tiredly.

"If your soul is hurt by the murderous aura, I won't compensate you..."

After saying this lightly, he walked around the crowd and headed towards the nearby military tent.

Looking at his leaving back, several people were still stunned and even forgot to take pictures. It was not until someone couldn't hold it in any longer and ran to the side and started retching that they came to their senses.

"Such a strong smell of blood...How many disasters did General Jian kill?"

"I don't know, but I heard that he killed several hundred of them at the front line for two days and two nights before returning. So he must have killed several hundred of them, right?"

"Killing for two days and two nights?! Won't he be tired?"

"General Jian is like this every time he goes to the battlefield. He won't come back until he is exhausted."

"Amazing……"

"Oh no! Who of you took the photo just now? It will be in the newspaper and it will be on the news today!"

"..."

Under the flashing lights of the camera, Jian Changsheng opened the door curtain and went straight into the tent.

Behind the door curtain, a figure wearing a Tang suit and small round sunglasses was lying on his back in a rocking chair, looking extremely tired; in the corner of the tent next to him, in a piece of soil that had obviously been newly turned, half of a snow-white head was vaguely visible, and at the moment it was motionless, like a white radish newly planted in the ground.

Seeing Jian Changsheng coming back, full of blood and energy, Sun Bumian, who was lying on his back, glanced at him and said helplessly:

"I say, are you trying too hard?"

"Since you've promised to give Xuanyu Base your all, of course you have to do it." Just as Jian Changsheng was about to sit down on a bench nearby, Sun Bumian took the initiative to stand up and gave him his rocking chair.

Jian Changsheng did not refuse and sat down on it directly, then lay down on his back and let out a comfortable groan.

"You go to the battlefield as soon as you wake up every day, and come back only when you are exhausted. This has been going on for several months... If you continue like this, can your body bear it?" Sun Bumian asked, frowning as he leaned against a pillar.

"Don't forget, I am [Shura]... This level of strength is nothing to me."

Jian Changsheng raised his scarred palm, his eyes gleaming, "And thanks to the continuous fighting in the past few months, I feel... I am about to break through again."

"Damn, you're a monster." Sun Bumian complained.

The role of Shura in the war is unquestionable, and this large-scale battlefield is also a breeding ground for Shura's promotion.

In the past few months, Jian Changsheng has killed many times more disasters than Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua combined. In the entire battlefield, he is the absolute backbone. It is precisely because of this that they have become guests of honor in the Xuanyu Realm, and Jian Changsheng's reputation among the people has reached a terrifying level.

To outsiders, Jian Changsheng is the invincible General Jian, but only Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua know how much effort Jian Changsheng has made behind the scenes.

Sun Bumian walked to the corner of the tent and poured a glass of water for Jian Changsheng. Just as he was about to turn around and hand it to him, he heard a slight snoring sound from the rocking chair.

Sun Bumian: “…”

Sun Bumian silently raised his head and drank the glass of water, preparing to find a stool to rest for a while. The next second, Jian Changsheng, who was sitting on the rocking chair, was shocked all over, and fell to the ground along with the rocking chair!

Boom-!

A dull sound echoed in the tent.

Sun Bumian's expression changed, and his pupils with rings in them immediately scanned the surroundings. He spoke with alertness:

"Enemy attack?? Where are the enemies??"

Even Jiang Xiaohua, who was sleeping in the field, was startled. A white-haired head was pulled out of the ground with a "pop" and looked around in confusion.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Jian Changsheng, who was standing by, staggered to his feet, holding onto the rocking chair, a look of confusion flashing across his eyes.

"I just... seemed to have dreamed of red hearts?"

"What?" Sun Bumian was stunned. "He appeared in your dream? What did he say to you?"

The three people of the 6th generation all knew Chen Ling's abilities, so they never thought that Jian Changsheng's dream would be so simple. It was most likely that Chen Ling was using the thought storm in the Ghostly Abyss to convey some kind of information to them.

"I just... seemed to have fallen asleep, and then he slapped me directly." Jian Changsheng rubbed his cheek and racked his brains to recall, "Then... I woke up..."

"Awake? Gone?"

"It seems to be gone..."

As soon as Jian Changsheng finished speaking, the curtain of the tent was suddenly blown away by the strong wind.

The three of them looked out the door at the same time, and saw a figure in a black robe standing behind the fluttering curtain. The robe was flying in the storm, and the man's face was mostly hidden by the curtain...

"Red heart?" Sun Bumian asked in surprise.

"They are about to launch a general attack." A calm voice sounded outside the tent.

"Warn all major realms and prepare for battle."

woohoo-

A hurricane mixed with sand and dust blew past the door of the tent, and the figure in the costume disappeared in the wind and sand without a trace.

Next second,

Jian Changsheng, Sun Bumian, and Jiang Xiaohua, who were sleeping soundly in the tent, jumped up at the same time in shock! !