I'm not a drama god

These scissors were brought out of the kitchen by Xiao Sheng's mother when he was forcibly taken away.

She knew she was a terminally ill woman, but she couldn't bear to watch her son be taken away... She wanted to use the scissors to intimidate the two men and snatch her son back to her side.

Unfortunately, she didn't even manage to touch the hem of the two men's clothes.

but now……

Her scissors plunged into the body of the "culprit" behind it all.

Driven by extreme hatred, the scissors twisted forcefully around Cang Yunjun's waist, her pale and weak skin gradually becoming stained with blood. Faced with the woman's betrayal and hysterical roar... Cang Yunjun simply pursed her lips silently, doing nothing.

After stabbing him, the mother trembled uncontrollably, whether from anger or fear. She stared intently at the man's profile, like a dying wild beast.

at this time……

A hand gently grasped her hand that was holding the scissor handle.

The hand was large, and although it was somewhat cold, it was still warm compared to the woman who had already lost her temperature from the cold in the rain... The woman, who was breathing heavily due to hatred, was slightly taken aback the moment she sensed this gentle hand.

"...I'm sorry." Zang Yunjun's hoarse voice rang out, "I'm really...sorry..."

The scissors were stuck in Cangyunjun's waist, and blood flowed down his waist and legs into the rain-soaked street.

Zangyunjun had arrived at the shop where they had taken shelter from the rain. He bent down and carefully placed the woman under the awning, then slowly straightened up...

"If this makes you feel better... then so be it."

Under the woman's astonished gaze, Cangyunjun looked down at his waist where scissors were stuck.

He stood there silently for a long time, seemingly wanting to explain something, but in the end he shook his head and turned to walk into the rain.

The woman stood there blankly for a long time, her confusion replaced by pain. Her life had already been washed away by this heavy rain, so how could she so easily let go of her hatred?

She collapsed to the ground, roaring with a ferocious expression:

"You've done so many heinous things! Do you think this will make up for it?!"

"Zangyun-jun!! No one can make up for this!!"

"You deserve to die! You deserve to die!!!"

Zangyunjun paused in the rain.

The woman's voice echoed through the streets, heard not only by Zangyun Jun, but also by the other hunched-over people waiting to die at home...

They struggled to their feet and looked out the door or window. When they saw the figure covered in blood standing in the rain, their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"It's Lord Cangyun!!"

"He looks injured?"

"Is that a pair of scissors on his waist?"

"It's Aunt Sun shouting... Aunt Sun stabbed Cangyun Jun??"

"Zangyun Jun! You bastard!! Give me back my younger brother and sister!!"

"We've ended up like this because of you!! Now that we're dying, you won't live either!!"

"..."

The appearance of Zangyun Jun undoubtedly gave this group of people, who had been robbed of everything and could only wait to die in frustration, a glimmer of hope for their venting... It was unclear whether it was because he was covered in blood, because of the scissors tucked into his waistband, or because hatred and anger had invaded everyone's hearts...

They all pulled out their weapons from their homes and hysterically rushed towards the man in the street!

"Who is calling for Lord Cangyun?!"

"I heard it! In that direction!"

The dragon warriors who were searching for Zangyun-kun and the Twilight Society also turned to look in that direction and set off without hesitation.

However, just as they took their first step, Cangyun Jun, standing in the rain, gently waved his hand...

The next second, the torrential rain in the eyes of the dragon slayers completely reversed the world, and the directions and sounds became utterly chaotic, making it impossible to discern directions...

They got lost in the rain once again.

But the angry crowd did not.

Like jackals, the crowd, filled with endless hatred and anger, armed with kitchen knives, iron bars, and even bricks, charged at the figure standing in the rain from all directions, their roars echoing through the sky.

Cangyunjun's eyes slowly swept across the surroundings. No one knew what kind of pain and helplessness was hidden beneath those broken eyes. He could clearly see the face of everyone and understand the hatred in each of them.

He didn't do much, but silently and meticulously tied the tie on his blood-red shirt...

Then, slowly close your eyes.

The rain was pouring down.

……

creak-

In the empty hospital room, a figure dressed in a theatrical robe slowly sat down beside the bed.

“I never imagined that our next meeting would be in this way…” Chen Ling’s calm voice echoed in the ward.

He looked at Chu Changqing, whose face was ashen and covered in wounds, lying on the hospital bed, and a complex expression flashed in his eyes.

On Chu Changqing's arm, the latest wound has scabbed over, and it doesn't look like it was left today... If Chen Ling is not mistaken, Cangyun Jun has not swallowed Chu Changqing's blood in the past two days.

Chen Ling had met Chu Changqing and Qi Muyun in their younger days. It was hard to imagine how Qi Muyun, such a carefree and loyal person, could survive in such a dark and gloomy room by drinking his brothers' blood... Everyone said that Cangyun Jun was worse than a pig or a dog, but perhaps only he himself knew the bitterness and tears behind it.

"I've witnessed the growth of many of the Nine Princes, and I've also seen their fates..."

"But you are the ones who are most heartbreaking and suffer the most in this era."

"The most cowardly coward has become a tyrant who is the enemy of the world; the most cheerful and loyal man has been forced to become a villain who can only survive by drinking the blood of his brothers; the most vibrant you... has become a vegetative person who has died here."

Chen Ling sat in the chair, watching the candlelight cast shadows that swayed and curled on the wall, and then looked at the gray figure lying motionless on the bed like a plant, and sighed softly.

"I did have some anger and prejudice against you at first, but after thinking about it carefully, you didn't actually do anything wrong."

"I don't know if you're still conscious... If you could see everything that's happening now, I wonder if you'd regret making that decision."

"Do not……"

"never mind."

"If you were still awake... perhaps that would be the most painful thing."

Chen Ling shook her head, putting those messy thoughts aside, and glanced at the time on the wall.

The current Lord Cangyun is still attracting attention outside, and his time is probably running out... I also need to retrieve Lord Nanhai as soon as possible, and then go find him.

Just as Chen Ling looked down at Chu Changqing again, he suddenly froze on the spot.

I don't know when,

Two streams of murky tears... unexpectedly flowed from the corners of Chu Changqing's eyes.