Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

The candlelight illuminated every inch of her skin as white as jade.

Under the dim light, Jin Xianyu couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head away in shame: "Does this have to be the case?"

Feng Chenghan lowered his eyes and pressed her firmly in front of him. Hearing that, he froze slightly and breathed quickly: "Well, I have a back injury, so it's inconvenient just now."

Convenient for what?

Jin Xianyu closed his mouth embarrassedly.

Of course power.

Feng Chenghan was a disease, a disease, she could only hypnotize herself over and over again, but the boundaries of healing became even more blurred.

She looked at the top of the cave, her consciousness seemed to fly far away, and even Xie Fuwei's face appeared in front of Jin Xianyu's eyes.

She was even a little puzzled as to why the master and apprentice were so obsessed with her body.

I don't know how long it took before Feng Chenghan picked up her waist, Jin Xianyu's whole body seemed to be submerged in water, her feet were weak, and she almost didn't stand firm.

The blindfolded cloth has also fallen to the ground, Feng Chenghan glanced at it, and then looked away, as if looking at it one more time would be an offense, even if he was already offended enough to no longer be offended.

When he came back to his senses, a monstrous guilt and self-blame almost drowned him, and he subconsciously wanted to apologize.

"No need to apologize." Jin Xianyu opened her mouth to interrupt him, and her tone was a little hurried.

"Let me see your injury."

Feng Chenghan was stunned for a moment, this time he lowered his eyes obediently and sat down with his back to her.

Jin Xianyu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly reached out to check, "Does it still hurt?"

More intimate things have already been done, but he is still nervous about the brief contact: "It's okay."

The wound that was deeply visible to the bone had stopped bleeding. This was undoubtedly a major breakthrough. It was embarrassing that the injury was not completely healed.

Seeing that the bonfire was about to go out, Jin Xianyu hesitated for a while, and chose to light the bonfire first.

During this process, she did not speak, and the bonfire illuminated her face red.

Feng Chenghan almost thought she was mad at him.

He regretted it, and even began to hate his weak self-control.

In front of Jin Xianyu, the self-control he had been proud of since he was a boy crumbled.

His face was pale, and he suddenly thought that what he looked like just now must be ugly, and the following is just as ugly.

He hates the unstoppable sweetness that arises spontaneously in his heart. The sweetness of worrying about gains and losses makes him even more ridiculous.

Jin Xianyu knew that Feng Chenghan had fallen into a feeling of self-blame and self-abuse at this time.

"I'm sorry," he didn't know that his words were pale at this time, Feng Chenghan looked down at the bonfire, "Han will take responsibility—"

"How do you take responsibility, do you duel with your master?" Jin Xianyu fiddled with the bonfire and said seriously, "I am voluntary."

Feng Chenghan raised his eyes and stared at her in a daze, with some confusion in his eyes.

The girl smiled and said, "Do you really think I would be willing to help them heal their wounds?"

"I'm actually not as good as you think."

Jin Xianyu said frankly: "I have... once imprisoned your master, I know you must be surprised and confused, after all, your master's cultivation is far higher than mine.

You just have to listen. "

Feng Chenghan: "Okay."

These things had been suppressed in her mind for a long time, so Jin Xianyu simply took advantage of this time to not spit out unpleasantly, and said it in one breath, as if he poured beans into a bamboo tube.

Ordinary people may add more beautification when they recall the past, but Jin Xianyu not only did not beautify, but even seemed to be ugly.

Feng Chenghan was a very qualified listener. He listened very carefully and attentively, never interrupted or expressed his own opinions.

It wasn't until Jin Xianyu closed his mouth that he shook his head and his eyes were quiet, "It's not your fault."

Jin Xianyu was speechless: "You are too partial, you unworthy person."

Feng Chenghan breathed lightly: "You are fine."

Jin Xianyu: "I'm not good."

"Don't you think I'm a bit..." Jin Xianyu paused, "Slutty?"

"You're not dissolute." Feng Cheng said coldly, "There are three wives and four concubines in this world, and the men who haunt Qin Lou Chu Pavilion are a hundred times more dissolute than women."

Jin Xianyu: "I'm very extreme."

"You're not extreme."

"I……"

Feng Chenghan interrupted her: "If it were me, I might have done better than you."

"You mean you can also have a small dark house?" Jin Xianyu asked in despair.

Feng Chenghan: "It's human nature to put the treasure of love like life in a box and isolate it from the prying eyes of ordinary people."

"...Did you say something incredible just now?"

Feng Chenghan looked at the bonfire, his voice soft and quiet: "Everyone has selfishness."

"what do you mean?"

He picked up the firewood and put it into the bonfire.

Peeling sound.

The scarred, slender white knuckles folded together and relaxed.

"Even if you are embarrassed in the eyes of the world and in your own eyes."

He actually had a lot to say, but after quietly tracing her eyebrows, he finally replaced everything with one word.

"You are good too."

He couldn't help but look at Jin Xianyu's expression, Jin Xianyu smiled at him, not looking like he was angry and lost.

What she didn't say was that if she didn't cut off her love, she might fall in love with him. As she just said, she was willing to dedicate herself to help heal not everyone.

Even so, she and Feng Chenghan are still people from two worlds, and she is not good.

She is not inferior, and Jin Xianyu doesn't think that she is not worthy of Feng Chenghan, she just thinks that she is not his best solution. Perhaps deep down, she resented herself, even though a large part of what she did in the past was controlled by the plot.

Feng Cheng hesitated for half a second, closed his eyes, and gently touched her lips with hers, still a very light kiss.

"Three points of moonlight in the world."

In the eyes of lovers, Yueming is a rogue, who will never change from life to death.

Jin Xianyu: "Your injury is not yet healed."

Feng Chenghan: "Yes."

He gave a "hmm", "Maybe we can switch to another... posture." Those two words came out, and his cheeks couldn't help but burn.

There is a saying in the dog-blooded tyrant's romance novel, if you can't get your heart, there are people who get you.

But after getting people, it is inevitable to want more, and the feeling of worrying about gains and losses is not relieved by this, but intensifies.

He was eager to smash his heart into his blood, word by word.

Jin Xianyu couldn't stand it a little bit. When she got to the end, she grabbed the protruding stone and her belly shrugged. She seemed to be a pancake, pressed against the wall, and fry it over and over all night. The toes could not step on the ground, and the only focus was Feng Chenghan.

It wasn't until dawn that I could breathe a sigh of relief.

Early in the morning, Jin Xianyu found a small stream, squatted beside the stream, sighed, and patted his face resignedly.

The brook water reflected the red spots on her skin.

The dots, like scattered plum blossoms, were branded by Feng Chenghan one by one.

Jin Xianyu rolled up his sleeves and glanced at it,

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him!

"brush"--

The moment she pulled down her sleeves, a figure appeared in front of her.

"Fellow Daoist Wei?" Jin Xianyu stared at Wei Tianya, who was also stunned.

Wei Tianya looked at her blankly: "Why are you here?"

"...Why are you here?"

Jin Xianyu recognized that this was Hu Xiaoshan's companion, and she wasn't sure if he saw the scene just now.

He asked, "Why are you here?"

"There is only this stream nearby. I'll fetch the water." The boy said and walked to her side, "Let Rang."

In such a large open space near the stream, he just walked over to her and told her to get out of the way.

Jin Xianyu's brain was confused, and he really gave up half a step.

"Oh, then you can take it."

The teenager squatted down, undid the water bladder around his waist, and immersed himself in the water, staring at the babbling stream.

Looking at the complexion suddenly changed.

"What happened to you?!"

The stream reflected the red marks on her neck extending all the way to her chest, which made people think.

Wei Tianya's face changed suddenly, the water bag fell heavily into the bottom of the stream, he strode over and grabbed her wrist.

His movements were so sudden that Jin Xianyu grabbed his arm in a moment.

Wei Tianya pursed her lips and peeled off her cuffs.

The red mark on the cuff was exposed in his eyes in such a grand manner.

The young man's breathing suddenly stopped for a beat, and he raised her arm with an ugly expression.

"……How is this going."

The cold wind in the early morning blew on his bare arms, completely awakening Jin Xianyu.

Only then did she realize that she and Wei Tianya were not familiar with each other at all. What is his reaction?

It felt like being discovered by an unfamiliar neighbor, Jin Xianyu twisted his arms back with an offended unease and sullenness.

In Wei Tianya's eyes, her retracting action seemed to be a sure proof.

"What the **** is going on?" His breathing seemed to slow down.

One word at a time, every word seemed to be filled with ice slag, Wei Tianya's expression was a kind of depression that was on the verge of madness.

Jin Xianyu frowned, "This has nothing to do with you."

The boy's eyes widened, and the palms holding her arms seemed to be trembling slightly, "Jin Xianyu! How could this have nothing to do with me!"

Jin Xianyu finally noticed something strange at this time, and his voice was full of accusations.

She asked back, "Do I know you?"

Wei Tianya's eyes were cold, and he asked reluctantly, "Who did it—"

He didn't ask what he said, and his eyes fell on the figure in the distance.

It was Feng Chenghan who followed the trail of Jin Xianyu.

"Jin..." Feng Chenghan first saw Jin Xianyu, and then saw Wei Tianya again.

Concerned about being in front of others, he paused and said, "Mother."

Wei Tianya looked at Jin Xianyu and then at Feng Chenghan.

There was a thin blood-colored scratch on Feng Chenghan's cheek.

Aware of Wei Tianya's gaze, Feng Chenghan was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes uncomfortably, and quickly stepped in front of Jin Xianyu.

The answer is self-evident.

Unbelievable absurdity flashed across Wei Tianya's eyes. He took a few steps back, staring at Jin Xianyu with a strange look, his face losing blood.

This is the pain of being betrayed. The corners of the boy's eyes were red, and he looked at them stubbornly, especially Jin Xianyu for the longest time.

During this process, Wei Tianya's eyes gradually became uncomfortable.

It was like a cold-blooded animal figuring out where to eat and how to eat her.

Even Feng Chenghan felt that something was wrong, he frowned and said, "This fellow Daoist—"

Wei Tianya took his eyes away from Jin Xianyu's face, and immediately turned around and left with no expression on his face.