I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling's gaze gradually changed from confusion to shock, and finally to an indescribable complexity.

His hands trembled slightly as he moved away from the bookshelves.

"No wonder……"

"No wonder...you said that at the time."

Chen Ling closed his eyes and calmed down under the bookshelf for a long time before opening his eyes again... He looked towards the center of the four bookshelves, where a CD was standing alone on the ground.

Chen Ling bent down and picked it up.

——"Daydreamer" (USA), Ben Stiller, 2013.

Chen Ling gently rubbed the surface of the CD with his fingertips. He seemed to realize something, and with a thought, the CD opened in his hand!

Lush green grasslands spread out beneath his feet, and a fragrant breeze brushed against Chen Ling's cheeks...

whoosh-

A bird fluttered past Chen Ling's head. In its direction, colorful flags strung together into long ropes danced above the houses. In the distance, the rolling mountain ranges seemed like a dream, majestic and magnificent...

All of this was so familiar that it instantly brought Chen Ling's thoughts back to the past, the time when he had been the most at ease and carefree.

Chen Ling's gaze swept across the buildings one by one, finally landing right in front of him.

It was a most beautifully furnished building.

At its door,

A handwritten sign stood silently,

The handwriting on the sign was somewhat difficult to read, and there was a hint of cunning in the strokes. In a trance, I seemed to see a figure, with a mischievous smile, writing these small words stroke by stroke:

——The home of Lao Liu.

The white clouds float under the blue sky like a flock of carefree sheep.

On the endless grassland, drops of scalding tears silently spread across the soil...

……

Liu Qingyan waited outside for a long time.

It wasn't until the sky darkened and dusk fell, and the seemingly temperatureless black and white sun gradually sank into the gray world, that ripples began to spread again in the nothingness behind the Ugly Peak...

A figure in a theatrical robe slowly walked out.

Liu Qingyan walked forward quickly and was about to say something when she was suddenly stunned... Chen Ling's eyes were as red and swollen as the clown's.

Liu Qingyan didn't know what Chen Ling was doing in the Xidao Ancient Treasures for so long, and she didn't ask much. She only knew that since Chen Ling walked out of the Xidao Ancient Treasures, it meant that he had digested his emotions... or buried them deep in his heart.

"Yeah..."

Just then, a faint voice sounded from the side.

Chen Ling turned his head and saw the clown with swollen eyes sitting up from the stone in a daze. He seemed to sense the aura of Liu Qingyan, the uninvited guest, and the eighth-level aura burst out!

But the next second, he saw Chen Ling next to Liu Qingyan, and surprise immediately appeared in his murderous eyes!

He jumped from the rock and flew directly into Chen Ling's arms!

Chen Ling's physical strength had long surpassed what it had been before. He easily caught the flying clown. At this moment, two pairs of red eyes met, as if they could see into each other's deepest emotions...

Chen Ling and the clown smiled at the same time.

No words needed,

No need to cry,

With just one glance, the two brothers could understand each other's thoughts.

it is more than words.

"Fifth Senior Brother, long time no see." Chen Ling's palm gently touched the clown's head, and his voice was more gentle than ever before.

"Yeah!"

The clown seemed to remember something. He wiped away his snot and tears and wiped them on Chen Ling's robe. Then he jumped to the ground and took Chen Ling's hand and walked in one direction.

Chen Ling was led by the clown to the open space in front of the house, where a pile of messy stones were placed.

"Eeyah, eyah!" said the Clown, pointing to the stone.

"You want me to play pebbling with you?"

"Yeah!"

Chen Ling did not refuse, so he sat down opposite the clown. The clown thought about it and seemed that he did not want to bully Chen Ling, so he took the initiative to give all the stones to him and let him decide how many stones to take and how to play.

Chen Ling looked at the handful of stones in his hand, was silent for a moment, picked out five of them, and placed them on the ground one by one.

at the same time,

Chen Ling silently recited five names in his mind.

Qi Muyun,

Chu Changqing,

Su Zhiwei,

Lou Yu,

And...Wu Tongyuan.

"Let's just pick these five." Chen Ling said slowly, "Whoever collects these five stones first wins."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"

The Harlequin shook his fist.

Time passed by,

The black and white sun gradually sank into the earth,

Liu Qingyan didn't understand the game between the two people. She just waited silently by the side, her black dress fluttering in the wind.

Buzzing and rumbling——

Bursts of roars came from a distance, and Liu Qingyan turned around in confusion.

At the end of the gray world's horizon, a large black shadow, carrying a torrent of sand and wind, was approaching here...

"...disaster?" Liu Qingyan narrowed her eyes slightly.

Yes, disaster.

Centipede, toad, scorpion, poisonous snake, gecko, the five poisonous leaders are rushing to the front at this moment. The powerful eighth-level aura is rolling between heaven and earth, and behind them, endless waves of poisonous insects are rushing here one after another!

They are running, they are neighing, they are looking for their king.

But Chen Ling seemed to be completely unaware and was still playing the stone-throwing game with the clown... you win and I lose, I lose and you win, back and forth.

The disasters of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss surrounded the Xidao Ancient Treasure. They seemed to realize that their king was busy, so after the centipede hissed, all the poisonous insects fell silent. In the hazy night, it was like a silent black sea.

Chen Ling glanced at the sky, slowly stood up from the ground, and brushed the dust off the corners of his clothes.

"Eh?" The clown tilted his head.

"Well, let's play next time..." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "I have important things to do."

Seeing this, the clown did not try to persuade him to stay. He just patted his chest hard and gave a thumbs up.

"Don't worry, senior brother. If I encounter any trouble that I can't solve, I will definitely ask you for help." Chen Ling understood what he meant and smiled slightly.

The Harlequin grinned back.

Chen Ling turned and walked into the darkness.

Behind him is the ancient treasure of Xidao under the protection of Choufeng;

Before him was the abyss of ghostly mockery amidst the revelry...

Chen Ling's fingertips gently took out the [JOKER] card that symbolized the Red King of the Dusk Society from her bosom, and her red earrings swayed in the wind.

He was the master of the Xidao Ancient Treasures, the ruler of the Ghostly Abyss, and the Red King of the Dusk Society... While the human realm was still swamped in chaos, they hadn't noticed that at this moment, these three behemoth organizations were converging towards a single figure...

At this moment, the power carried by that figure was enough to shake all human realms.

"Lord Red King, where are we going now?"

Liu Qingyan asked softly.

Her robes rustled in the cold wind, and Chen Ling gazed towards the distant human realm, like a hunter in the darkness...

He spoke word by word:

"Reversal of Times;"

"Restart the world."

……

……

Volume 4, "Mocking Song", ends.

The next volume is "Song of Destruction".