Fantasy: Starting as a cannon fodder villain

"I'm going to meet again, little brother, bye-bye. The woman whispered in Xiao Yujing's ear, like a seductive female ghost, and gently licked the wound on Xiao Yujing's neck with her tongue, and then suddenly disappeared, as if she had never come.

"Whew-whew-"

The breathing gradually became rapid, even if Xiao Yujing wanted to control it, he didn't have the spiritual power to complete it.

"Poisoned?" Xiao Yujing, as the son of the chief elder of the Gushu Holy Land, naturally has a lot of knowledge, so he subconsciously connected his physical discomfort with poison and the like, but this is not right, after all, if the woman's mouth is for poisoning, wouldn't she have to take the poison in her mouth first?

The strange rustling sound Xiao Yujing's thoughts pulled back, and beside him, Jian Xing slowly climbed up, his eyes widened, he looked at Xiao Yujing very cautiously, his trembling hands held the mandarin duck thorn tightly, and he didn't know whether to lift it up or drop it.

Fear. This is what Xiao Yujing read from his eyes, so he took a small step forward and scolded loudly: "While I don't plan to kill you, get out of me!"

Like a lion's roar, Jian Xing was so frightened that he sat down on the ground directly, and then immediately got up, and ran out with his hands and feet. It's just that after the avalanche, everything around him has changed, and it must not be so simple for him to find his way back.

Suddenly, like lightning piercing his heart, Xiao Yujing thought of something extremely unpleasant. He looked around, gasping for breath, nervously trying to find some markers. However, this is all in vain, after all, the appearance of the Bone Dragon King has greatly changed the surrounding landscape, where can I still find my way to come?"

Xiao Yujing scolded with a trembling voice, he knew that this was not frozen, but from the tension and fear in his heart.

If he can't get out, he is not afraid, after all, even if he doesn't have spiritual power, it is not a problem for him to live in this snow. can't go back to the cave, he's not afraid, it's a big deal to wait until the next year to get out of the valley, and then talk to Moqin and Xue'er.

What he was afraid of was that the collapsing ice and snow sealed the entrance of the cave, blocked the air, and suffocated the two pigs who only knew how to sleep!

Even if he had put his strength together, Xiao Yujing's voice was still pitiful. Regardless of the distance, even if the entrance to the cave was at Xiao Yujing's feet, with these few meters of deep snow, it was not easy to get in.

"Ahh

"I'm still too weak after all..."Staying in the snow, looking up at the clear sky, although it was bright, the sun could not be seen. is like Xiao Yujing today, although he can repel stubborn enemies and steal his life, he can't protect anyone after all.

No, maybe he had never thought of protecting anyone before. All he wants to do is revenge, and in that case, he should cut off the bonds, friends, relatives, these are unnecessary.

Xiao Yujing raised his head, the sky was not dark, but he couldn't see the light. Layer after layer of white clouds blocked the sun, like layers of snow blocking the soil, like his beating heart, which was long dead.

Revenge, I'd rather be sad for myself than make others more sad, this is not right, Xiao Yujing also knows that it is wrong, but he has always wanted to do this, and he should have always done this...

"Obviously, as long as I don't do anything, it's fine, but now I'm exhausted in physical strength and spiritual power, and I can't do anything I want to do... As long as I don't do anything, as long as I don't do it, I don't have to worry about it..."

Xiao Yujing muttered to himself, now brainwashing himself, but it seems to remind himself of something that he wants to forget, but there is no way to bury it. It is like the top of the mountain that is still tall after the avalanche, like the silver tooth that stands upside down in the wind and snow, and the heart that should have died a long time ago, but still beats because it wants to beat.

"Since you want to take care of it, then you can take care of it yourself!" Mo Qin's voice sounded appropriately, lifting the deafness.

Xiao Yujing got up, trembling and leisurely went to the other side to pick up the silver tooth, and raised his head as if he had made up his mind. But as if he saw his former self, he had a gloomy face, standing where he had been standing, repeating like a demon, "Then I didn't care, and then I didn't care..."

No one cares about me. Raise your silver teeth, look at the phantom, and completely dissociate yourself from your former self. Xiao Yujing covered his chest with his left hand, and the broken spiritual root residue there was like a spark in carbon, appearing and extinguishing from time to time.

"Let's fight, anyway, all the death is not lost, all the blood is earned!" Xiao

Yujing used his left hand to crush all the remnants of his spiritual root with the few spiritual powers he had just recovered.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Xiao Yujing fell down instantly, holding the ground with his hands and almost unconscious. The feeling of nausea welled up in my body, and I wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit anything, at most I could only cough up a few mouthfuls of blood. The vision darkened, it was difficult to breathe, and the ears were ringing, as if he was about to die, but Xiao Yujing could still laugh.

"Hehe, I guess I'm the only one in this world who destroys his spiritual root but doesn't want to die, right?"

he smiled, although the spiritual root was broken, but the spiritual power came back. It was as if he had taken a panacea, and it was like he had meditated for several hours, and a large amount of spiritual power poured back into his body, instantly giving Xiao Yujing a new lease of life. But the impact of the broken spiritual root was still there, and although Xiao Yujing's spiritual power had recovered nearly half, it was difficult to control it at all.

Looking up, this vast snowfield was still silvery white, Xiao Yujing could roughly recall the direction of the cave, but after all, there was no way to lock it, and there was no way to remove the ice and snow covering it with uncontrollable spiritual power.

"It looks like he's going to have a bloody investment..."

Xiao Yujing muttered, showing a wry smile on his face, he touched his waist, there were a few storage bags pinned there, one was his own, as for the others... More precisely, it should be a dynamite-like magic weapon.

This is the trophy that killed those cult disciples that day, although it is a pity to blow it up like this, but there is nothing good in it, plus it can't be opened in the short term, so it's better to have something more realistic.

Xiao Yujing grabbed one and pinched it in his hand, rushed in the direction that his lower consciousness felt was right, plunged into the snowdrift, and then poured all the chaotic spiritual power into it.

In the cave, Moqin twisted his body, stuffed himself into the arms of a large piece of fleece, and rubbed his face gently like a cat, his face was full of smiles, and even drooled.

Dreams are always beautiful things, but unfortunately they will eventually wake up.