Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

The direct consequence of this was that she completely **** off Wei Hanxiao and ran away.

"..."

Jin Xianyu looked at the sky silently, and did not rush to chase. After dressing neatly and making sure that his hair was not disordered, he returned to the camp as if nothing had happened.

The strategy is like cooking, sometimes it needs to be simmered on low heat, boiled frogs in warm water, and sometimes it needs to turn on the fire and add a handful of strong ingredients.

"Sister Mei, you're here!" Zhou Yu stood up and greeted her cheerfully to sit down, "We are talking about birthday wishes."

Sure enough, in addition to Wei Hanxiao, Feng Chenghan, Nong Huayu, Meng Xuekui and others were all present.

Nong Huayu fell in front of Jin Xianyu's clothes, his eyes flickered for two seconds, and he bit his lower lip.

Do you suspect her and Wei Hanxiao?

Jin Xianyu turned a blind eye, pursed her lips and smiled, holding her skirt, walked over and sat down next to Zhou Mengmei, "Okay."

Feng Chenghan was also sitting next to Zhou Yu. Seeing her approaching, he lowered his eyes and left his sight rather coldly.

Jin Xianyu didn't notice it.

The thing is like this, after a long journey in the past few days, Dongting is already close at hand, Meng Xuekui explained that he will be there at about noon. As soon as this statement came out, there was a burst of cheers.

These past few days, these Confucian disciples who pay attention to clothing, food, housing, and transportation, never tire of fine food, and never tire of meticulousness, are in bad shape.

A teenager complained with a smile: "It's all senior brother, you don't use the good flying instruments, you have to walk, and you have been delayed for so long."

Meng Xuekui looked away with some guilty conscience: "As the saying goes, read ten thousand volumes of books, travel ten thousand miles, walk more and see what's wrong with having an open mind, ahem, all children will gather in Dongting tomorrow, you have to cheer up , don't embarrass our Penglai Academy."

Zhou Yu asked, "Sister Mei, are you going with us tomorrow?"

Zhou Yu said this, and everyone's eyes suddenly turned to look at him.

almost forgot...

She mixed into Dongting originally because she heard that Nong Huayu would come to celebrate her birthday, and wanted to take the opportunity to do it. Now that she has changed the direction of her plan, it is not necessary to go to the birthday banquet or not.

"I think I might go take a look." Jin Xianyu said in front of Zhou Mengmei and Meng Juvenile.

Huang Laozu is quite prestigious in the cultivation world. At that time, disciples from all sects and sects will gather together. This is a rare opportunity to observe and learn.

She had never heard that Yu Longyao and Xie Fuwei would come. Yu Longyao is not interested, Xie Fuwei rarely participates in world affairs.

To be honest, the chances of the two of them appearing here are not high. She is busy improving herself now, and she doesn't want to give up such a good opportunity.

If she was timid, it would be the year of the monkey and the month of the horse before she could cultivate to the point where she could fight against Yu Longyao. Jin Xianyu muttered.

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Seeing the girl approaching step by step, Feng Chenghan subconsciously avoided his sight.

A faint fragrance passed by, she smiled sweetly and sat down beside Zhou Yu, those black and white eyes, did not look at him, did not part with half a glance.

Feng Chenghan frowned slightly uncomfortably, as if a big empty hole had opened in his heart, and the words of everyone were like meaningless wind passing by his ears.

The education he received since he was a child has pushed him to distance himself from Jin Xianyu.

She wasn't as virtuous as he thought, and he didn't even know if she did it on purpose, if she noticed that he happened to be under that pine tree.

He was originally motivated, so how could he have the position to demand that Jin Xianyu's words and deeds conform to his expectations and imagination?

In the evening, Wei Hanxiao finally came back. As soon as he came back, he jumped up the tree with a cold face.

Not long after, the companions who were in charge of hunting today hunted some game and returned with some wild fruits.

Zhou Yu evenly divided the pile of wild fruits into equal parts and distributed them to everyone.

Jin Xianyu bit the wild fruit absentmindedly.

It's not enough, it's still in the offline stage, and the feelings for her are not deep enough in the eyes of Nong Huayu. She has to be sure that Nong Huayu is fascinated by her, so that she can start to destroy his independent personality step by step.

When the kite string is in her hand, she wants it loose, she wants it loose, she wants it tight, she wants it tight.

Feng Chenghan began to notice Jin Xianyu unconsciously, or "watching".

The girl's vermilion lips opened and closed, the wild fruit burst on the tips of her snow-white teeth, and the honey-colored juice moistened her lips with a faint layer of water.

She may not have noticed that since she took off her disguise, countless young eyes have chased her unconsciously.

But at this moment, Jin Xianyu suddenly put down the wild fruit and frowned.

Feng Chenghan's heart jumped involuntarily, he almost thought she had found out, and pursed his lips uneasily.

……very sour.

This mouthful was almost so sour that Jin Xian's teeth fell.

Just after putting down the wild fruit, Zhou Yu asked, "What's wrong? Sister Mei, is it not to your taste?"

Jin Xianyu shook his head: "It's a little sour."

Who could have expected that as soon as she finished speaking, there were seven or eight hands in front of her, and they had been paying attention to Jin Xianyu's movements for a long time. The teenagers of Penglai Academy heard the words, all holding the red wild fruit, like a general. A bright red heart stood before her eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Mei, would you try this from me?"

"Fellow Daoist Mei, I'll exchange with you!"

The system prompt "ding dong" sounded in the ear.

[Penglai Academy +20 favorability, charm +5]

[Raiders progress: 50%]

Witnessing the scene where everyone was flattering, this uncomfortable feeling struck again, as if his heart was twisted into a ball, Feng Chenghan frowned slightly.

"This is?" Jin Xianyu let out a snort, staring at Feng Chenghan dazedly.

Daozi's eyes drooped down, and the wild fruit held in his pale palm was like a beating heart.

"Someone has no appetite, fellow Daoist take it and eat it."

Jin Xianyu almost blurted out: "Thank you Feng Dao for your kindness, but no need."

She really didn't want to delay this wonderful man of the Holy Father!

"Sister Mei." Nong Huayu said.

Jin Xianyu looked over, and even Wei Hanxiao glanced at Nong Huayu with the fruit in his mouth.

The boy lay on the tree as usual, with a white and tender calf hanging down, his face was hidden by the shade of the tree and he couldn't see the change in his expression.

Although he couldn't see the change in his expression, it was probably because she was very angry.

"This is Siweimu." Nong Huayu smiled sweetly and blinked, a fruit shaped like a jujube lay in the palm of her white palm.

He was very close, almost snuggling next to Jin Xianyu.

"This four-flavor wood is sweet when cut with a bamboo knife, bitter when cut with an iron knife, sour when cut with a wooden knife, and pungent when cut with a reed knife."

The boy turned the bamboo knife in his hand, cut the fruit in half with one knife, and handed it to Jin Xianyu.

"Sister, can you try it?" He asked softly, Bai Nen's fingertips were soaked with crystal clear juice, and he brought the fruit to Jin Xianyu's lips with a smile.

Nong Huayu even delusions that he has become a kite in the hands of Jin Xianyu.

She was suddenly approached, then alienated, suddenly held high, and suddenly fell heavily to the ground.

She was still detached from him. Even though he knew in his heart that this was a seductive trick, his heart was still pounding involuntarily.

What did they see? ? Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.

When did Daoyou Mei get along so well with Nong Huayu? ?

And Daoyou Mei declined everyone, but frowned, and took a bite of the fruit of the four-flavor wood with the boy's fair fingertips.

...Everyone withdrew their hands a little embarrassedly, and Xu was vaguely aware that the boy who was crouching under the man began to be like a male courting bird, trying his best to show his charm as a man.

Feng Chenghan pursed his lips, his body was slightly stiff, and he silently retracted the wild fruit in his palm.

It wasn't an illusion, he could sense that Jin Xianyu was avoiding him, it felt like a fire burning his heart, and like an outsider's self-indulgent, he suddenly felt a rare embarrassment.

A hand stretched out across the face, grabbing the fruit in Feng Chenghan's hand.

"Master," Wei Hanxiao nimbly jumped off the tree, frowned, and whispered, "I want to eat this, can I?"

Feng Chenghan naturally refused.

"Okay."

Wei Hanxiao took it and frowned again. His eyelashes were as long as the willow branches in early spring. The water was cold, but the shadow of the willow was soft.

The boy's eyes drooped down, and he took each bite very seriously, his cheeks bulging, and he no longer gave Jin Xianyu and Nong Huayu half a look.

He closed his eyes, but uncontrollably appeared in front of him the appearance of a girl with lotus feet and white socks, coughing and spitting pearl jade, and smiling.

How can it be so shameless?

For a while, it was impossible to say whether she was irritated because of the brazenness of the other party, or because she somehow failed the master's kindness.

After eating the fruit, Wei Hanxiao spit out the core and stared at it for a long time, then pursed his lips.

He was so hungry as a child that no matter how uncomfortable he was, he would never waste any food.

Master's attitude towards Jin Xianyu always made him feel a little uncomfortable, a vague sense of weirdness...

But some things can't be looked into.

Wei Hanxiao took away the fruit, and Feng Chenghan also left him. He didn't have time to pay attention to him, his eyelashes trembled slightly, Jin Xianyu's words and deeds were like a raging fire, burning his eyes and throat. Dry mouth. His eyes were drawn unconsciously by her, and he gradually became no longer like himself.

Even if he knew that she was not as kind as he thought.

Feng Chenghan stood up quietly with a qin in his arms and headed towards the woods. Just like every night, no one noticed what was wrong with him.

He can't stay here any longer.

Holding the icy body of the piano, he silently pulled out the Hong Ling that was kept close to his chest, and when he held it in the palm of his hand, it was as if he was holding hot coals.

That fiery red evening, the water and the fragrance of lotus, seemed to have become a distant and unreachable fantasy.

Turns out he wasn't the only one.

He once thought that he might be a little different in Jin Xianyu's heart.

The good education he has received over the past hundred years has prevented him from doing anything impulsive and reckless.

He seems to be torn into two halves. The other half is the aggressive nature of men.

Feng Chenghan could only rely on the sound of the piano to relieve his inner unease.

He put his hands on the piano, counted the ants on the ground silently, stretched out his fingertips, and let the ants climb up his arms to make friends with them.

He has always been very close to animals, and unlike Master, if he was not forced to, he would rarely use the sword in the piano, and he would use the dust to fight on weekdays.

But this time, he vaguely seemed to have a dream.

The young man frowned slightly, leaning against the tree, and a mountain bird fluttered in his jet-black hair.

They liked this delicate, tame, beautiful young man, crouching on top of his head, his chest puffed up, his dripping eyes open, and his wings flapping.

Unconsciously, a hare and a fox came quietly, snuggled obediently beside him, boldly or jumped into his arms.

Feng Chenghan seemed to have had a dream.

In the dream, his breath was cold, his body was covered in blood, and what he was holding in his hand was the sword in the piano called the fairy in the cave.

Fellow Daoist fell down at his feet, having lost his breath.

His mood was still very calm and gentle, and the **** landed on his fingertips, pecking at the blood from his fingertips.

He patted their furry heads backhand.

Blood dripped down tickly along the "Fairy in the Cave".