The Quick Transmigrator of the Female Supporting Role Always Wants to Kill the Male Lead

"Get the little prince for me, whoever wins the little prince today can eat an extra pancake today."

When the refugees heard this, they could have an extra pancake, and rushed towards the little prince one by one.

"Sapphire!"

Facing those innocent refugees, the little prince couldn't do anything, and couldn't bear to hurt them.

Soon, the little prince retreated, he couldn't attack the innocent refugees, those people were already very pitiful.

"Tie it up!"

The little prince stared at Qingyu and the few people beside him, they were all accomplices.

"Xianyu, do you know what your biggest weakness is?"

Qingyu spoke in a sarcastic tone, with a bit of hostility in her voice.

"The biggest shortcoming of you is that you are too soft-hearted. If you are soft-hearted, then you will lose. You see, you are working hard for these refugees wholeheartedly.

But this time, they can beat you up just because they have one more pancake in front of them. I don’t know how you feel at this moment? "

Qingyu's carefree voice fell into the ears of the little prince, who looked very angry at the moment.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a sentence that the woman gave before she left. If you don't belong to the same class, you are the same type. You'd better not go, or you will die, and don't think about me cleaning up the mess.

You can go to see it, but you can't make a big splash, or you will be blamed if something happens in the future.

"Come here, throw the little prince in the warehouse and lock it up, and tell the outside world that the little prince was attacked, lost his mind, and his whereabouts are unknown."

"Do you understand?"

He looked at the people around him, and then ordered, with a very cold voice.

"I heard." The servants and refugees said in unison.

Sapphire clapped her hands, and soon, someone came out with a dirty wooden barrel, the pancakes inside were already hard, and the top was moldy.

When the refugees saw it, they rushed forward desperately to grab more. For them, it didn't matter if the food was moldy or unpalatable, as long as they could survive, it didn't matter how humble they were.

They even ate the bark, do they still care about these details?

When Shangyu saw it, his eyes were full of sympathy and pity, and he felt that these people were too difficult.

He felt a little chilled that those former classmates would turn into this kind of person.

the other side.

teahouse

The storyteller was talking about the old things, and the seats below were full of people, there were all kinds of people, as long as you were not a troublemaker.

"Let's say that back then, there was a lot of snow on our side. At that time, many people starved to death and froze to death. Just like this year, the snow was really weird at the beginning. In the end, it was Master Guoshi who came forward to make it happen. Let the snow stop."

The storyteller was talking on it, and there were peanuts and melon seeds on the table, and the people below looked curious.

"Ah, why, old man, keep talking, why did the national teacher come forward to solve it." Some people couldn't hold back, they didn't like storytellers' tricks and asked.

"Because of that snow, it didn't happen naturally, it was a punishment from God, it was a punishment from the law. I don't know exactly why it came, but I only know that time, it was a national teacher's ordination, and he stayed on the altar day after day, Only then did the snow stop, and on the day when the snow stopped, a red light appeared in the sky, and the daughter of the national teacher was just born."

"Shangling, Shang is death, it is a surname bestowed by the national teacher, it seems that it was given to remember those who sacrificed, and Ling is a window, because God has the virtue of good life, so it left us a way to survive."

"As soon as Shang Ling was born, his father left for us to live and work in peace and contentment, and went to the Lingtai for more than ten years day after day, and Shang Ling's mother also chanted Buddha's name all day long for other reasons, with her green hair accompanied by the withered lamp."

"So that's the case, no wonder Miss Shangling has such a high status on our side."