Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Jin Xianyu was dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time.

She turned her attention away from the system, her hand holding the sword clenched tightly, her face was stern, and her face was as cold as if she was about to drop ice.

She took a deep breath and was about to speak.

Wei Hanxiao shook her body, leaned on her, closed her eyes, and slumped.

The hot and explosive body of the teenager brushed against her skin, and it is no exaggeration to say that goosebumps appeared on her skin.

Jin Xianyu stiffened and caught Wei Hanxiao, stunned.

Is this... asleep?

Wei Hanxiao's lips were tightly closed, holding her like a large doll without letting go, her cheeks fainted, her lips were red and shiny, and her eyes were blurred.

A strand of fiery red hair adhered to the jade-like neck.

Jin Xianyu immediately fell into a dilemma.

I don't know whether to leave him here and pull him down, or bring him into the tent to rest.

Wei Hanxiao was dazed and unconscious, she hesitated for half a second, then sighed, she still picked him up and placed him on the bed.

Looking at Wei Hanxiao's quiet and even somewhat obedient sleeping face, Jin Xianyu was a little surprised.

Doesn't it mean that men won't react when they're drunk? But just now, she clearly felt the publicity that could not be ignored.

Is it because the monks in this world are talented, or is Wei Hanxiao pretending to be asleep?

At this moment, Wei Hanxiao's expression was so good that it was almost pitiful, and his hands were obediently folded on his waist.

His eyelashes trembled extremely frequently, and the two flushes on his childish cheeks were particularly noticeable.

Of course, she couldn't be in the same room with Wei Hanxiao, the system's phrase "I want to have **** with him—prostitute" is really dazzling.

She gave Kaiwei Hanxiao the tent, got up and prepared to go outside for the night.

As soon as Jin Xianyu stood up, he felt his wrist sink.

The teenager took her hand and said in a daze, "Don't, don't go."

He pursed his lips and seemed extremely aggrieved, "You don't want to be with Master, okay?"

But Jin Xianyu was still unmoved. She lowered her eyes, pulled his hand away resolutely, and stepped out of the tent. Naturally, she didn't see the boy's pale face after he left.

Wei Hanxiao lay on the bed, turned over, and curled himself up.

He opened his bright and clear eyes, silently drooping his eyelashes and scratching at the wall, buttoning the tassels on the tent again and again.

He was halfway through just now, and suddenly, suddenly, he didn't know what to do, so he had no choice but to pretend to be dizzy.

He was afraid that if he messed around, Jin Xianyu would beat him, but he couldn't beat her.

He was even more afraid that she hated him. When he thought of her hating him, he couldn't help being nervous, and his face turned even paler.

But it was really uncomfortable down there, and the more I thought about her, the more uncomfortable it became. It's not usually like this, but when I wake up in the morning, it's over.

He raised his neck slightly, bit his plump lower lip, and snorted.

"Well." Thin, like a cat meowing.

His hand unconsciously reached under the quilt. He tried his best to bury himself under the bedding, as if he smelled a cold fragrance. Wei Hanxiao was hot all over and his face was even redder. He breathed deeply into the fragrance of his daughter as if fascinated. His eyes gradually became confused, and he almost cried come out.

This night, Jin Xianyu didn't sleep all night, she could find a girl like Ashima to squeeze for a night.

But it was getting dark, and she didn't want to disturb others. It was nothing if the monk didn't sleep for a night or two, so he simply found a secluded place and sat down with his legs crossed in meditation.

During this period of time, she practiced more and more hard, and she didn't open her eyes until the sky turned pale.

A red sun jumped into his eyes, and the morning glow dyed the endless grass in front of him light gold and crimson.

At a glance, the green grass is green, the green is boundless, and the wind blows the green waves, which is really like a golden ocean.

The wind crossed the weak water, blowing the white clouds on the vast sky.

Sparkling, sparkling, cattle and sheep scattered all over the place, and ospreys roamed and soared freely.

This scene made people feel relaxed and happy, lingering, and Jin Xianyu couldn't avoid it. He glanced at it one after another, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and jumped up from the ground in high spirits.

This night, she not only meditated and practiced, but also went to the system space to refine the spiritual energy.

Although she intends to help Wei Hanxiao resolve the miasma, she does not intend to pass the Gongdu to him bit by bit.

The most convenient way is to refine this group of spiritual energy into a ball-sized spiritual core and give it to him to swallow.

She also doesn't plan to do freelance work.

...At that time, he will always have to exchange something with Wei Hanxiao with his spiritual core. I believe that he, who is deeply troubled by miasma, will definitely agree.

In the next few days, Jin Xianyu deliberately avoided Feng Chenghan and Wei Hanxiao, and found a clean place to refine his spiritual energy every day.

And Wei Hanxiao has disappeared for the past few days. She went to ask Ashima and said that she went to the Wei Palace.

The Weiwang Palace is the safest place in the entire Xiaoxianzhou. Wei Hanxiao wanted to hide her in his bedroom. It's just that he hasn't gone back for many years, and he still needs to manage up and down when he returns to his home.

Jin Xianyu thanked him and walked a little further until he couldn't see the bag, and only then did the system space open.

According to the plan, she only needs one more refining today to finish her homework completely.

This time, she was also extremely serious and focused on refining.

The system space shields all sounds and movements from the outside world, and can store items without restrictions. Unfortunately, her system is a savage person. Until today, she didn't know that there was a space, or it would only be open to her within a certain period of time.

It worked!

Looking at the ball-sized spirit core in his hand, Jin Xianyu was in high spirits. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled. He happily put the spirit core into his sleeve and closed the system space.

While she was thinking about asking for something in exchange for "retribution of kindness", she walked towards the tent settlement.

But the closer he got to the settlement, the more Jin Xianyu felt that something was wrong.

It was so quiet that not only was there no one, but even cattle, sheep and eagles seemed to be no longer moving.

When she went out in the morning, it was not yet bright, but it was already evening when she came back.

The setting sun was setting, and the sunset was as red as blood.

Jin Xianyu's heart thumped, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared. She had always been very confident in her sixth sense, and now she calmly pulled out the long sword that was close to her body, and ran towards the tent.

A strong smell of blood also blew along the wind.

Her throat was dry, her brain was rumbling, and she walked all the way to the door of the tent.

There are several corpses lying on the side of the door, some of them have not died, their throats are ho-ho, and they are still lingering!

And among the lingering people, Jin Xianyu's pupils shrank, and he recognized at a glance that one of them seemed to be Wei Hanxiao's... friend, Bo... Licha?

At this moment, the tall and tall man had broken his hands and feet and was abandoned in front of the tent door.

He obviously also saw Jin Xianyu, but there was a strong hatred in his eyes!

He almost looked at her with a split canthus, but he had a big hole in his throat. He wanted to speak, but he could only choke out a burst of blood.

If eyes could kill, Borica would almost stand up and die with her.

Jin Xianyu quickly knelt down without thinking, trying to help him stop the bleeding: "Don't move!"

Bolica was extremely resistant, and the "ho ho" sound in his throat became more and more rapid.

Jin Xianyu pursed his lips and looked at the blood on his hands.

There were too many, and she couldn't stop it. It wasn't as simple as trauma.

She raised her eyes to ask what happened to Bo Licha, but his eyes were bleeding, and he was so angry that he was like a wild lion being driven to the end.

Jin Xianyu leaned on his side beside him to identify the vague syllables in his mouth.

The word is "Go away, go away..."

After saying this, the man with the horned beard and halberd breathed out, his eyes still glaring at her.

At this time, no matter how slow Jin Xianyu was, he vaguely guessed something strange.

She had some guesses in her heart, didn't dare to delay, and didn't have time to help Bo Licha close her eyes. After a little thought, Jin Xianyu kicked her feet and landed on the top of the tent silently.

He opened a gap with his dagger and looked inside.

The tragic situation inside the tent was no less than that outside the tent, and blood soaked the red shushu on the ground.

Jin Xianyu was shivering all over, seeing familiar figures of Ashima, Ada, and Tumo lying on the ground, apparently out of breath for a long time.

Abaha was with a few other kids who were pretty much beards and tails.

He leaned limply against the tent, with a big hole in his stomach.

The children were shivering, clinging to each other in fear, and couldn't stop crying.

Feng Chenghan was covered in blood, and his condition seemed even worse than Abaha, but he still frowned coldly, holding his sword in front of Abaha.

"Let him go!!!" The young man frowned and shouted angrily, unable to contain the anger in his eyes!

This is the first time that Jin Xianyu has seen Feng Chenghan so angry!

Jin Xianyu's heart skipped a beat, and he followed Feng Chenghan's line of sight and hurriedly looked over.

What I saw were some dirty cowhide boots, and when I looked up, there was a corner of the clothes like a frost chrysanthemum.

This person has a pair of black eyes like glaze, a narrow chin, and a smiling appearance.

Yu Longyao!

It's Yu Longyao!

Jin Xianyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help clenching his sword. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and she struggled to suppress the vigorous murderous aura, and continued to look down.

Wei Hanxiao lay motionless on the ground, face down, pale, sweating like rain, red eyes, and murderous eyes.

Yu Longyao bent over and smiled slightly, looking at Wei Hanxiao with a relaxed expression, crushing his phalanx with a playful expression.

"Do you really think Xiaoyu'er would be willing to kill me?"

"If the little fish didn't use her body as bait to help me, I wouldn't be able to track this place."

"Are you surprised? Accidentally, I have already reached a covenant with Xiaoyu'er?"

"After all, she is my wife, there is no overnight feud between husband and wife, what misunderstanding..." Yu Longyao smiled slightly, tilted her head, and said without changing her face, "It's good to say it."

However, the boy on the ground did not say a word to these remarks, and remained silent.

Wei Hanxiao snorted with a blank expression, and his fingertips cut out bloodstains one after another on the ground.

The young man raised his eyes and smiled with a hoarse voice.

"It's really ugly, this self-deception look."

He went to the Imperial Palace today.

Wei Hanxiao pursed his lips tightly.

He wanted to tell his father that he had met a girl who wanted to marry a princess.

The father didn't care about him at all, so he agreed without asking much. In the past, he might have been lost because of his father's attitude, but at this moment his heart was filled with joy, and he was so excited that he couldn't wait to return here.

He thought he was the happiest person in the world.