Chapter 901: Emperor, and Emperor

Li Fu took a deep breath and reached for the quasi-emperor destiny again. He roared in anger, using all his strength to try to grab it...

But with a muffled sound, he was finally swept away and smashed into the ground like mud.

The main hall fell into a dead silence.

Seeing this, Han Dong’s eyes showed helplessness and bitterness. After a struggle, he still made up his mind and bowed deeply to Li Fu in the pool of blood...

He said take care and turned to walk out of the main hall.

Li Fu lay quietly in the pool of blood, looking up with hollow eyes, like a quiet corpse.

"Brother Li, shall we stop trying?" A-Qian had already become a tearful person. She ran to Li Fu in small steps, gently pushing him, her tone full of pleading.

"A-Qian... they have all left, aren't you leaving?"

"I’m not leaving. I want to be with Brother Li. I’m not going anywhere!" A-Qian’s words were full of stubbornness.

Li Fu didn't answer. Sometimes, a child’s heart is the purest. A-Qian relied on him too much now, clearly stating that no matter life or death, she would follow him... But Li Fu couldn't let her die here.

Li Fu had already decided that when he recovered a little, he would beg Wu Qiong to take A-Qian away.

As for himself...

Zhu Zhong’s figure flashed in Li Fu’s mind, and his hands in the pool of blood clenched again;

"Brother Li, don't do anything stupid." A-Qian saw Li Fu’s gaze and panicked. "We won't go anywhere. Shall we just rest here for a while?"

"...Okay."

Li Fu looked at A-Qian deeply, struggled to crawl up from the pool of blood, walked to the stairs under the throne, and sat down slowly;

The youth’s hemp clothes were full of blood. He sat alone on the main hall, and besides a girl who had become a tearful person, he had nothing left... He couldn't imagine that after walking all the way here, he would end up in such a situation.

Li Fu recalled everything before and smiled miserably.

Just then,

A figure in bright red theatrical robes stepped into the main hall silently.

Seeing that figure, Li Fu’s body trembled slightly, and his heart fell to the bottom... Did he find him at this time?

Heaven really wants to destroy me;

But after thinking about his situation, his heart calmed down instead...

Now he had nothing left, a real stray dog. If the actor emperor wanted to take his life, what was there to be afraid of?

The devilish red-clothed emperor walked toward Li Fu slowly, but Li Fu didn't stand up from the stairs. His dim eyes watched everything quietly under the throne, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"What a touching plot..."

Under the wide sleeves, Chen Ling smiled and clapped gently. The crisp sound echoed in the main hall,

"It’s a pity that the ending of the story seems destined to be a tragedy."

Seeing Chen Ling walk over, A-Qian’s face turned pale instantly,

But she didn't care about anything else, rushed directly from the stairs, and spread her arms to block Chen Ling!

"You... don't touch my Brother Li!!"

"A-Qian!!"

Seeing A-Qian rush out, Li Fu, who had already prepared to die, couldn't sit still and stumbled up to shout.

Chen Ling looked at the tear-stained girl in front of him, and his heart trembled slightly. In a trance, a memory surged into his heart...

……

Star after star retreated in the sky,

In the desperate wind and snow, a youth in theatrical robes picked up a handful of cinnabar-like fragments and said softly:

"Brother, you are not without hope..."

"The path they cut off..."

"I will continue it for you."

……

Chen Ling was silent.

He looked at those young and determined eyes, and the softest part of his heart was touched. His gaze, immersed in memory, revealed a trace of complex emotion...

His palm lifted gently.

"If you want to do anything, come at me!! Don't hurt her!!" Li Fu’s eyes widened. He struggled to stop Chen Ling, but he was already too hurt and tired. His foot slipped, and he rolled down from the stairs.

A-Qian was trembling. Even though she still firmly spread her arms to protect Li Fu, the fear from the depths of her heart was invincible... She saw the palm lift and closed her eyes tightly, turning her head to the side.

A moment later,

A gentle palm touched her head lightly.

A-Qian was slightly startled, looked up blankly, and saw a pair of eyes full of doting... Those eyes seemed to be looking at her, or, looking at someone else.

A-Qian was at a loss for a moment.

Chen Ling touched her head, and his gaze gradually returned to normal. He withdrew his palm, walked straight toward Li Fu, and a calm voice sounded in the main hall.

"You have a good sister."

"Your destiny, your subordinates, everything you have has abandoned you... but she hasn't."

A-Qian and Li Fu were both stunned.

"What... exactly do you want to do??" Li Fu’s brows locked tightly.

The bright red theatrical robes didn't attack him but stepped onto the stairs calmly, then turned and sat on the top step... The bright red theatrical robes bloomed on the black stairs like a bright and dangerous flower.

"Let her go out for a while first, let’s talk." Chen Ling said faintly.

Li Fu watched Chen Ling silently, not knowing what trick he was playing.

But it seemed he had no malice toward A-Qian, which was the most important thing for Li Fu... He whispered something to A-Qian, who nodded worriedly and ran out of the main hall.

In the end, only Chen Ling and Li Fu were left in the main hall.

"Sit."

Chen Ling patted the stairs beside him.

At this point, Li Fu had nothing to fear. He was like a death row prisoner before execution, walked to the stairs calmly, and sat down beside Chen Ling...

The empty main hall fell into a dead silence;

Under the throne, a figure in bright red theatrical robes and a blood-covered hemp-clothed youth sat together silently.

The sunset gradually sank below the horizon. The twilight sun passed through the desolate palace, reflecting on the stairs of the empty main hall. The light and dark dividing line cut the throne, slanting between the two, like a sharp sword;

The blood-stained youth sat silently in the golden yellow, and the bright red theatrical robes bloomed in the darkness.

"What exactly do you want to do?" After an unknown amount of silence, Li Fu finally couldn't help but ask.

Chen Ling didn't answer. He just watched the sunset gradually sinking into the earth quietly, his eyes as deep as an abyss, as if reminiscing, as if contemplating.

"...I can understand you." Chen Ling looked at the sunset, speaking calmly. "Our experiences are actually very similar... The difference is that my salvation is gone, while yours is still with you."

Li Fu was startled, seemingly unable to understand what Chen Ling was saying, nor did he know what kind of past Chen Ling had experienced, but looking at those eyes, he felt a rich sense of loneliness and sadness for some reason.

He looked at the towering throne behind him, was silent for a moment, and asked tentatively: "You... have also experienced such despair?"

Chen Ling smiled. He glanced at the audience expectation value that had passed by and answered casually,

"Now, I am still deep in it."