Terrible news! My deskmate's first chapter is gone!

"Wow!"

Wang Qingqing was startled by the sudden sound and instinctively hid behind Lin Fan's large body.

"who!"

Lin Fan was also startled by the sound; he hadn't noticed it before.

Fortunately, the auspicious day told him he wouldn't die today, so he wasn't too panicked.

"Don't be afraid, young man, I mean you no harm."

The sound came from the same location again, and at the same time, a figure gradually became clearer from faint.

He looked like a middle-aged man.

He looks to be over 50, but he has a youthful appearance.

Commonly known as "old and young face".

Seeing that Lin Fan and his two companions remained wary, the middle-aged man smiled nonchalantly:

Let me introduce myself.

"My name is Liu Yi, and I'm a spectator."

audience......

Is it the one I'm thinking of?

It seems that's the only way.

Lin Fan asked himself the question and answered it.

"The fourth sequence?"

"That's right."

"I never imagined you were the emperor."

"I didn't expect that fakes would count."

The audience seemed to know something about Lin Fan, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"I am the real one, even the fake one counts?"

"What are you talking about?"

Lin Fan said in a deep voice, he never expected that his identity as the emperor would be seen through at a glance.

Audience... Audience...

Lin Fan now knows that the extraordinary characteristics of each identity are somewhat related to the identity itself.

He is like that, Wang Qingqing is like that, Assam is like that, and so on.

This audience member named Liu Yi should be the same.

Who is the audience?

An unnoticed bystander.

So his extraordinary ability is observation?

It's even possible that they've been observing me for a while!

He now understands that his identity as the emperor is probably very special, and it's best not to let others know about it casually, especially when his strength is still very weak.

Lin Fan instinctively thought of these things.

"It's nothing, it's not important to you, and it's not important to me either."

The audience seemed unwilling to continue the topic, and after speaking, they slightly shifted their gaze, fixing it on the white canvas on Wang Qingqing's back:

"Can you entrust the 'future' to me for now?"

It seems this guy knows everything.

Since that's the case, then why not...

"What's the use of this drawing board?"

Lin Fan neither refused nor agreed, but instead asked.

The audience seemed to have expected this, and calmly replied, "The literal meaning."

"Literal meaning?"

"Yes, literally, it means the future. This canvas can rewrite the future!"

"Rewriting the future..."

Lin Fan silently repeated the four words, lost in thought, his face expressionless, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

"So... what future do you want to rewrite?"

The audience member simply shrugged, like a little bear, with an expression that said, "I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table."

"Rewrite my future before my death!"

"My life is nearing its end, and I need to use its power to rewrite my future, which will soon be over!"

Lin Fan knew this drawing board was unusual, but he didn't expect it to be this unusual.

Change the future?

If even the future of death can be changed, then it is not simply a matter of powerful strength!

"Everyone only has one life, you and we all have one."

"I understand that this canvas is important to you, but it's also important to us!"

Therefore, I cannot lend it to you.

Lin Fanyi refused sternly and firmly.

It wasn't that he refused to help; after witnessing so many deaths, he deeply understood the meaning of "everyone has their own destiny."

Just like the little girl who gave him sunglasses in Gray Mist Ridge, even if you were strong enough at that time, she would still die.

Either commit suicide in Paradise Lost, or stay in Garbage City and be killed by that old devil.

We're temporarily entrusting the "future" to this audience member. Putting aside whether they'll turn around and bite us, what about the three of us?

Without this drawing board, how could the three of them guard against that old devil?

Moreover, how long is this "temporary" period?

Furthermore, given that he was a stranger, Lin Fan couldn't possibly agree to his request, or even allow him to join his side, since his initial intentions weren't pure.

The audience members smiled slightly, as if they had expected this outcome:

"It's okay, I can steal it!"

The atmosphere suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

"I'm not lying, young man. It concerns my life; it wouldn't be surprising if I did something like this, would it?"

Whoosh~~~~~~~

In that instant, Lin Fan, who was standing in front of Wang Qingqing and Assam, had a faint purple flame emanating from his body, like a newly lit furnace.

The flames enveloped it like a coat.

【Great Void Rhythm】is a flame-like outer layer that changes from red to purple, and it can both coalesce and separate.

Colors represent intensity, roughly ranging from light red to red to light purple to purple.

Lin Fan's current progress is 70% of Tier II, which is considered the late stage of Tier II. Moreover, it is used alone without separation, and its color is naturally light purple.

"Heh heh, young man, do you want to be my enemy?"

"Otherwise what?"

"Are you suggesting I just stand by and watch you forcibly take it from me?"

"Then wouldn't I be an incompetent husband!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qingqing immediately nudged Lin Fan with her elbow: "I'm not your wife!"

"Besides, I don't like fat people!"

"First of all, it's an adjective."

Secondly... I admire my class monitor!

Just then, there was a "click".

"Draw a card!"

The audience suddenly spoke up, their tone completely different from before.

Clearly, they're about to take action!

A scythe-shaped duel disk inexplicably appeared in the spectator's hand, and then he slammed the card he had just drawn onto the duel disk.

"call!"

"The Golden Pirate!"

The next second, a high school student with a middle-aged face, wearing a red tracksuit, holding a tennis racket, suddenly appeared next to the audience.

The man in the tracksuit had a cold look in his eyes, as if he were some kind of ancestor who borrowed money and never paid it back.

"This is......"

Lin Fan, a die-hard fan of "Murder Tennis," recognized the character at a glance.

But isn't this way of performing a bit inappropriate?

How did it get summoned from "Game Emperor"?

If this is an extraordinary trait, is it related to the identity of the "audience"?

Before Lin Fan could think any further, the man in the sportswear pulled a tennis ball from his pocket and gripped it tightly with all his might.

The tennis ball emitted a dazzling golden light, as if you were holding a super-bright light bulb in your palm.

Then, the man in the sportswear used a textbook-perfect motion to toss the tennis ball up and swing it powerfully:

"Destroy me under my beam of light!"

Whoosh!

The ball was so fast that Lin Fan couldn't avoid it at all.

Fortunately, Lin Fan's thoughts were even faster than the ball's speed.

He used both hands to push Assam and Wang Qingqing, who were standing behind him, to the sides.

He chose to take the ball head-on.

"Bang!"

The powerful force of the light ball exploded the instant it hit Lin Fan. Although it was a tennis ball, it emitted a sound and shockwave similar to a missile hitting its target after hitting Lin Fan.

Lin Fan was thrown into the air like a manhole cover blasted by a torpedo, his pale purple [Great Void Rhythm] outer garment rapidly disappearing...