Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

In fact, it is enough for her to release the news of her "death" from the Kongtong faction.

Bai Pingxiang is back, and under her arrangement, Kongtong faction is now in good order and thriving. For Bai Pingxiang, this is nothing but a small effort.

Bai Pingxiang agreed in one bite, but after Bai Pingxiang left, Jin Xianyu didn't sleep all night.

Sitting on the railing, she swayed her legs and looked at the bright moon in the sky. She suddenly thought of Feng Chenghan, and she couldn't help pursing her lips.

In fact, she has no idea whether they will come, especially Feng Chenghan.

When she thought of Feng Chenghan, she felt a little sadness and loss in her heart, her chest was stuffy, slightly tingling, not very strong, but a mild pain.

Of course, it couldn't be caused by love, but to be honest, it was like the pain of a very close companion who broke up with him.

When she left Hexu Mountain that day, Feng Chenghan didn't come to see him off. To be honest, she was not without loss. But in the end, she was the one who deceived herself first, and I'm sorry for him first.

People like Feng Chenghan, once determined to keep a distance, will never cross the line.

Like a handful of snow, he looked at Wen Wen and faintly, and when he approached, it was cool and slightly cold. He can turn into spring water, and he can also condense into solid ice, with both fragility and indomitable sturdiness.

Three days later, the news that "Jin Xianyu's soul lamp in Kongtong has been extinguished and died for no reason" immediately spread throughout Daxianzhou.

"What is this? The master, whose life and death are unknown, just came back and turned around and died the apprentice?"

In the restaurant, the monks exchanged eagerly about the news of Jin Xianyu's death.

In fact, there is no need for Kongtong faction to contribute to the flames. Jin Xianyu won the first place in the Taiwei ceremony with her forefoot, and she has the stunt of the world's most beautiful woman. This stunt is enough to make the rumors go viral.

"It is said that that day, the Kongtong disciple who guarded the soul lamp suddenly jumped in his heart and felt bad for a while. When he walked into the soul lamphouse, he was shocked to realize that Jin Xianyu's soul lamp went out!"

The drinker in the tavern laughed at the man and spoke vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Are these two masters and apprentices the so-called Confucianism?"

"The question is, who did Jin Xianyu's death?"

"I heard that Jin Xianyu was seen walking with Yin Yang Xingjun a few days ago..."

The crowd exchanged surprised expressions.

"Could it be that Yin Yang Xingjun did it? It's not impossible..."

"She and Yin-Yang Xingjun were originally married couples, but their lineage with Dongzhen Xianjun was unclear. At the Taiwei ceremony, I don't know how many men were around. Yin-yang Xingjun became a green-headed **** and killed her. It’s normal for people to vent their anger—”

Before he finished speaking, a black lightning suddenly pierced!

The man was about to scold, but when he fixed his eyes, he realized that it was not a black lightning, but a black knife light.

He was so frightened by this fierce knife light that he lost his words. Black lightning flew close to his neck, and the knife air slammed the table behind him, shaking it into powder.

Amidst the rising sawdust, stood a young man wrapped in a black cloak. His complexion was as white and tender as that of a pampered rich young master, his eyebrows were as beautiful as a girl's, and his pigeon-blooded eyes were filled with a touch of hostility and shadow.

The young man cast a demonstrative glance, and immediately pulled his cloak expressionlessly and walked out.

Abaha followed closely and said anxiously, "Canglang, calm down!!"

"Do you believe it?" Wei Hanxiao stopped, turned around and asked.

Abaha was stunned for a moment, but did not dare to express his true thoughts.

Wei Hanxiao stared at him quietly, her eyelashes moved slightly, her heart seemed to be tightened by something, and she almost burst into tears.

He doesn't believe it.

How could he believe it!

He waited for half a month outside the Sanqing Palace. Later, Abaha found him, told him not to be self-willed, and persuaded him to return to Xiaoxianzhou to preside over the overall situation.

When he returned to Xiaoxianzhou, he did not forget to keep an eye on her news, but waited for rumors of her death.

Wei Hanxiao's eyes were slightly red, and there were faint tears in his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and didn't want to let out the slightest bit. It seemed that when he met Jin Xianyu, he became particularly emotional.

On the way from Xiaoxianzhou to Daxianzhou, he heard countless rumors, which became more and more true. Wei Hanxiao didn't know what he was relying on to support him to walk near Kongtong.

His face was pale and his expression was blank, his body and soul, upper body and lower body seemed to have been separated. The only ones alive were those two legs.

"I have to go to Kongtong to see." Wei Hanxiao emphasized, "I have to see it with my own eyes."

He tightened his cloak, wrapped himself tightly, and walked all the way up the mountain.

Approaching the mountain gate, Wei Hanxiao suddenly could not walk, and all his strength was exhausted at this moment.

He stared blankly and bewilderedly at the scene in front of him.

That piece of jelly came into his eyes.

It started spinning in his eyes.

There was only one thought left in Wei Hanxiao's mind to question repeatedly.

Is Jin Xianyu really dead?

Boundless remorse, like a giant hand clenching his heart, he opened his mouth and suddenly realized that he couldn't utter a word.

He hadn't made up for the mistakes he had made, and he hadn't told her seriously what he thought of her.

"Live to see people, die to see corpses." Wei Hanxiao said to himself, suddenly clenching the handle of the knife, and strode into the mountain gate.

Abaha sensed something was wrong: "Blue Wolf!"

Wei Hanxiao said coldly, "I haven't found her body yet, so what is this?!"

Abaha was afraid that he would give birth to right and wrong, and said anxiously: "How can you destroy other people's mourning halls like this!"

"Han Xiao."

A familiar, somewhat cold voice rang in his ears.

Wei Hanxiao's pupils shrank.

His saber was held tightly by a pair of white, clear hands.

He stared straight up.

I saw Feng Chenghan.

The young man was wearing a blue shirt, his eyelashes were half down, and his face was so pale that there was no blood.

He also seemed to have rushed over after learning the news, his face extremely pale.

Feng Chenghan didn't move, he slowly withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Calm down."

Wei Hanxiao's brain buzzed: "Is it you?"

Feng Chenghan has always been stubborn and self-sufficient, which is reflected in all aspects of his life, such as his gestures, his attire, and the integrity of his clothes.

But when Wei Hanxiao saw him at the moment, he couldn't figure out how he could be so calm and upright.

How much he once liked the person in front of him, how cold his heart was at this time.

Not only was it cold, he also thought of Jin Xianyu. He knew that Jin Xianyu had always treated Feng Chenghan differently.

Wei Hanxiao looked at him in disbelief.

Most of the young people's feelings are sincere and impulsive, like, dislike, happy and unhappy, all written on their faces.

He used to think he loved him, but now that he saw Feng Chenghan, not only did he lose the throbbing feeling that day, he also felt a nameless anger rising to his heart.

He felt resentful and aggrieved for Jin Xianyu, gritted his teeth and said, "You are still willing to come."

He used to think that Jin Xianyu's heart was made of stone, but at this time he complained about her stupidity. Anyone with a discerning eye could see her uniqueness to Fengcheng Han. It's just that Taiwei Grand Ceremony doesn't see him coming to see him off. At this time, he can still be so upright, such a "gentleman"!

When he came back to his senses, he had already slapped his fist in the past!

Feng Chenghan didn't intend to move, but after facing such a circle, the corners of his lips cracked.

Blood dripped down the corner of his lips, Feng Chenghan remained motionless, lowered his eyes and said, "I don't believe she would die so easily."

After all, the girl in his impression has an indomitable spirit and a tenacious heart, and will never die in such a vague way.

Before he could finish his words, Wei Hanxiao's knife was already pressed between his neck.

Feng Chenghan just moved his eyelashes.

Wei Hanxiao's mind was a mess, and his heart was aching and rising. He couldn't stop, and as soon as he stopped, the heartache forced him up.

He forced himself to calm down and blurted out: "Why are you so confident? What do you think of her? Can you solve everything on your own?"

Feng Chenghan didn't say a word, but closed his eyes.

"You have to draw a clear line for yourself." Wei Hanxiao looked at him coldly, with contempt in his eyes, "You coward."

Feng Chenghan still did not speak.

Wei Hanxiao took the sword and paused for a moment.

Fang Cai pursed his lips and said, "I've always felt that you are more hard-hearted than anyone else."

He also calmed down a little at this time.

To live to see people, to die to see corpses, apart from believing that Jin Xianyu's death was something strange, he had no other choice.

"She treats you and me," Wei Hanxiao paused, "It's different for her master."

However, since Feng Chenghan made up his mind to draw a clear line, he abides by his inner beliefs. It cannot be said that this is his insistence on his own "Tao", or it is another sense of indifference. Because of his persistence, he didn't go to see each other after the Taiwei ceremony, nor did he see Jin Xianyu for the last time.

"I'm going to kill him." Wei Hanxiao glanced at him one last time and said so to herself, wiping her tears and turning away.

Feng Chenghan stared at Zhan Su in front of the mountain gate, almost dizzy at first, followed by a silence, a silence from the heart, as if he was suddenly isolated from the world, and the strong mountain wind could not blow him. The sun did not fall on him either.

He lowered his eyes, stunned.

The day-to-day relationship between the two of them reappeared in his mind uncontrollably.

maybe.

He wanted to say that, but he just thought about it, because at this moment, Feng Chenghan suddenly felt that his voice was unable to utter a single word.

He envied Wei Hanxiao very much, and envied his youthful spirit with clear love and hate. But his character has always been introverted, and after being introverted for a long time, everything is subconsciously hidden in his heart.

If he admits it, it seems to mean that the momentary enthusiasm at the Taiwei ceremony will make him regret for life.

**

"I think their master and apprentice seem to regret it." Li Pingchuan commented seriously, "You really don't want to go and see?"

Jin Xianyu shook her head, she was looking at a sword on the table attentively at the moment.

Originally, she was very ashamed about the suspended animation, and she felt guilty and didn't dare to look at it anymore.

The sword is about three feet two inches long and weighs about one catty and two taels. The hilt of the sword is decorated with Taiji Pisces, the body of the sword is like thin ice, and the blade of the sword is like autumn frost. The text is like a list of stars, and the light is like the dawn.

The Shuangfeng Snow Blade was a rare weapon in the world, and it was personally delivered to Kongtong by Zhou Sulu a few days ago.

For Jin Xianyu's incident, Zhou Sulu felt sorry for the shock.

"Fellow Daoist Jin once asked me to inquire about the divine consciousness," Zhou Sulu said. "This sword may not be as good as other divine weapons in actual combat, but it has the effect of resisting the intrusion of divine consciousness. I think it is better to leave it to you. It is more appropriate to send custody.”

"I'm thinking," Jin Xianyu gestured at the sword in love, and said with a smile, "Can I melt the Xuanguang mirror into it."

She stood in the blood sacrifice formation holding Xuanguang Jingjing, and Xuanguang Jingjing naturally followed her.

It was her surprise. After all, Yu Longyao didn't take advantage.

Jin Xianyu explained in a serious manner: "This Xuanguang mirror is originally a magic weapon in the aspect of spiritual consciousness. If it is melted into the sword, it may add more power."

In fact, she is also a single-minded character. She decided to do what she said, and started to forge a sword with the help of Han Guiyun.

Jiancheng, as expected, the light is like the rising sun, the color is like frost and snow, the sword light is shining, and the sound is loud.

After doing all this, Jin Xianyu will patiently practice in Kongtong for the next time.

When the time was almost up, it was released one after another who had seen a figure similar to Jin Xianyu in the secret realm of Fuyu.

Wrapping the sword in a scribbled strip of cloth, Jin Xianyu stood in front of the mountain gate and took a deep breath.

Clear skies, long winds.

Whether Yu Longyao died or she died.

It all felt like it was coming to an end.