I'm not a drama god

Hearing this, the man in armor was stunned.

Summons from Wuji Jun?

Why did it happen at this time...

The man looked at Mo Yao, who was covered in wounds, with an ugly expression on his face. After thinking for a moment, he waved to his men:

"Take him to wash his face first, clean all the blood off his face, and then change him into clean clothes."

"Yes."

Mo Yao felt two strong arms lifting him up and slowly walking out of the dungeon.

The dim candlelight receded on both sides. Mo Yao lowered his head. In the haze, his thoughts seemed to be pulled by some force, drifting towards somewhere in the void...

Mo Yao tilted his head and fell into coma.

……

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a desolate gray world.

The rugged terrain stretched out in all directions, with mountains in the distance. At the end of the mountains, a blood-red sun hung silently, like a giant red paper eyeball, staring at the earth below.

At first glance, this place looks like the Gray Realm, but upon closer inspection, it is somewhat different... At least, the Gray Realm has never had a bloody red sun.

"Where is this..." Mo Yao was a little confused.

He looked down at his body. There were no scars from the beating he had just received. He was still wearing a well-fitting classical grey gown, as if it was not his physical body that came here, but just a thought.

Thoughts...

Mo Yao seemed to remember something.

He immediately turned to face the red sun, raised his hands, and saluted respectfully:

"8 of Diamonds, meet the Red King."

At the same time, the red sun began to expand, gradually engulfing the mountains and land below, as if a huge red planet was rapidly approaching here...

In the red sun that almost covered the sky, a pair of cinnabar earrings swayed silently, and a figure wearing a black robe with red patterns walked out slowly.

"8 of Diamonds." Chen Ling's voice rang out. "What's your current situation? Are you in danger?"

Mo Yao opened his mouth slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then answered:

"……No."

"Really not?"

"Well, I'm on my way to see Wuji-kun."

Chen Ling nodded slightly, his expression slightly relaxed. "I have to wait until the middle of the moon tonight before I can set foot on the Eternal Realm... I just hope you're safe."

Mo Yao was stunned. "Lord Red King, didn't I tell you not to come? The Eternal Realm is Wuji Jun's territory. Here, he has become an existence on par with the Creator. It is too dangerous for you to attend the banquet alone... Could it be that you didn't see the letter within my letter?"

When Wuji Jun first asked him to write a letter to the Red King, Mo Yao actually refused. But Wuji Jun said that even if he didn't write, as long as he spread the word that the 8 of Diamonds was now bound in the Eternal Realm and in imminent danger, the Red King would still come... and he might even bring other members with him, and a war would be inevitable.

Mo Yao also asked, since Wuji Jun could let Hong Wang come regardless of whether he wrote it or not, why should he let him write it?

Wuji Jun said that he hoped to express his goodwill to the Red King through his letter...

He didn't want to start a war with the Twilight Society.

So after hesitating for a long time, Mo Yao still wrote the invitation letter, but he also left a trick in the letter to remind Yongheng of the danger and ask the Red King not to come.

This way, he could prevent the war between the Twilight Society and the Eternal Realm, and also prevent the Red King from falling into Wuji Jun's trap easily... The only price he would pay would be his own life.

"I saw it." Chen Ling responded calmly.

"But, as long as you don't betray the Twilight Society, the Twilight Society... won't give up on you."

Mo Yao stood there in a daze.

He looked at the young figure in the robe, feeling mixed emotions.

When the new Red King took office, in fact, except for those members who were very familiar with Chen Ling, the other members were also unsure... They were not familiar with Chen Ling, and only roughly inferred Chen Ling's character from newspapers and rumors.

Mo Yao originally thought that no matter what the new Red King's personality was, since he was a member of the Twilight Society, he had to consider the Twilight Society and not let the Red King take any risks.

But he didn't expect that the new Red King would be so tough and loyal.

Mo Yao didn't know what to say, so he could only bow again:

"...Thank you, Red King."

"Tell me in detail how you were abducted to the Eternal Realm... and what the current situation is in the Eternal Realm. Are there any potential risks?" Chen Ling said seriously.

"I want to know all the information."

……

"Hey."

"Wake up!!"

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yao was awakened by a violent shaking.

He opened his eyes hazily, and saw the armored man who had hit him just now standing next to him. He looked him up and down, and then said coldly:

"Hurry up, Lord Wuji wants to see you."

Mo Yao slowly sat up from a jade-like square platform.

Opposite him was a huge mirror with gold carvings. He was wearing a clean and elegant gown with silver threads sewn on the cuffs and hem. On the temples of his gold-rimmed glasses hung a string of fine pure gold glasses chains, which made him look artistic and noble.

The most important thing is that the blood on Mo Yao's face has been washed away, but the faint bruises under the skin cannot be restored immediately. Fortunately, as long as you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

Mo Yao frowned slightly, not liking his own luxurious clothes.

But at the man's urging, he followed him and slowly walked along the jade floor to the end of the corridor.

The surface wounds could be cleaned, but the internal injuries from the previous few blows still caused Mo Yao to feel some pain. He walked a little unsteadily, but the man walking in front of him had no intention of waiting for him. He walked quickly to the magnificent and tall door, knocked a few times, and pushed the door open and walked in.

hum-

As the several-meter-high door was pushed open, an empty and solemn space came into Mo Yao's sight.

From the sense of space, this looks like a palace, but it is far less luxurious than the corridor or even the changing room. The obsidian-like ground is now filled with various things of unknown materials, like soil and roots, turning the original palace into a large farmland.

At this moment, on the ridge of the field, a figure in a black robe was sitting there quietly, and the clear gem between his eyebrows emitted a breathtaking glow.

Hearing someone coming in, he tilted his head slightly and looked over here with a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss.

"Lord Wuji, Mo Yao has been brought here."

The man in armor changed his previous arrogance and spoke respectfully.

Wuji Jun didn't even look at him, his eyes fell directly on Mo Yao... At this moment, Mo Yao felt as if he was being stared at by a falcon, and his whole body felt as if he was falling into an icy cave.

After a brief pause, Wuji Jun's deep eyes narrowed slightly.