Dressed As a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Two or three days passed like that.

In the past few days, Yu Longyao and Xie Fuwei's attitude towards her has been very good.

In addition to not being able to go out, it can be said that she is allowed to take whatever she wants without complaining.

Especially Yu Longyao.

It seems that in order to make up for her lack of being able to go out, she often goes out to bring her all kinds of food, clothes, pearl hairpins and kit Kats.

Every move, all thoughtful, is even more gentle and careless than the original "honeymoon period".

And Jin Xianyu also performed very "worry-free". She was either reading the book or scribbling and drawing every day, dutifully looking for fun for herself.

It's a pity that she doesn't have any talent for painting. Even if she draws it according to her appearance, she is crooked, especially her eyes.

The corners of Jin Xianyu's mouth twitched, and she couldn't bear to look directly at the "Lotus Appreciation Picture" she drew (of course, the name was also a nonsense she made) into a ball.

Yu Longyao walked in, glanced at her in surprise, bent down and picked up the waste paper ball on the ground.

There was no contemptuous look on his face, his fingertips patiently smoothed the folds, took a serious look, raised his head and said, "The painting is good, but more attention needs to be paid here."

He pointed to the hot-eyed lotus flower on the paper and said so.

Yu Longyao is an out-and-out genius, and he will never forget it.

In fact, Jin Xianyu can also be said to be an intellectual, and it was probably because of his intelligence that she fell in love with Yu Longyao.

"Thank you." Jin Xianyu said sullenly, his face was a little red, his tone sounded sincere, but his expression was very frustrated.

She just wanted to stop but didn't have time to stop, she was so depressed in front of Yu Longyao.

Yu Longyao curved her lips, "If you want to learn to draw, I will teach you."

Jin Xianyu was surprised: "You teach me?"

Yu Longyao nodded, stepped forward, spread paper and researched ink.

"If you want to learn, I will teach you the basics."

Then she began to teach her how to use the center, flank, hidden front, etc. to move the brush, and how to move the ink by splashing ink, accumulating ink, breaking ink, etc.

"Calligraphy and painting are one. Just like this method of painting bamboo." Yulongyao paused, and dropped a few strokes on the paper, "The stem is like a seal, the branches are like grass, the leaves are like real, and the knots are like clerical *."

He explained patiently and demonstrated with his pen.

After a while, the vigorous and powerful old bamboo jumped off the page.

Yu Longyao turned the page upside down so that Jin Xianyu could see it more clearly, and handed her the pen again, "Try it."

Jin Xianyu took the pen and stared at the paper and ink on the table for a long time, not knowing how to write.

"Forget it—" she was about to say.

Yu Longyao suddenly took the corner of her lips and took her hand, "I'll show you the painting."

The fingertips touched, Yu Longyao's slender fingers wrapped her hand in the palm.

Jin Xianyu was stunned.

Yu Longyao's expression was very natural, his eyebrows lowered, as if he had no other intentions.

She watched for a while.

Regardless of whether Yu Longyao was intentional or not, she seemed to be making a big fuss, so she simply abandoned her messy thoughts and focused on the painting.

He took her hand firmly and began to lead her to write.

after awhile.

"It's not bad." She looked at the vivid old bamboo on the paper, and murmured, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but bring a smile.

Yu Longyao said, "You are very talented."

"Thank you for the compliment." She shamelessly accepted the order.

"Then try painting lotus flowers again?" Yu Longyao suggested.

"OK."

Yu Longyao turned the paper back and showed her first.

But he only drew a few strokes, and five figures suddenly appeared in the void.

Jin Xianyu recognized that this was the five strange ghosts that Yu Longyao used most often.

The one with a short stature and only one eye on his face is called "Mr. Ichimoku" by the people.

These ghosts and monsters are not very intelligent, stupid and stupid. Yu Longyao used them to run errands, spread messages and monitor them.

This Mr. Ichimoku brought a piece of news, saying that the plague ghost under Yu Longyao did not want to be driven by him anymore and planned to change jobs.

After speaking, the five strange ghosts are all hidden in the void.

"..." Although I don't know the reason, but based on this alone, Jin Xianyu has a crush on the plague ghost.

"Want to watch it with me?" Yu Longyao may have sensed her gloating and handed her an invitation to form a team.

Anyway, being idle is idle, Jin Xianyu agreed without hesitation.

Yu Longyao didn't seem to be annoyed by it, he raised his hand and drew a talisman in mid-air. When Fu Lu fell to the ground, he turned into a few red-clothed little ghosts dancing with Bai Bo, and after a long time, he tied the running plague ghost back.

These ghosts are actually similar to those in the ancient portraits, with turquoise, red, or pale skin. They are small in stature, don't dress well, and have loincloths around spicy eyes. The skin is loose and wrinkled.

"Xiaoyu'er, what do you want to do with it?" Yu Longyao glanced at it and turned to ask for her opinion.

"Disposal?" Jin Xianyu repeated blankly.

She glanced at the plague ghost in front of her and shook her head, "Whatever you want."

If she knew what Yu Longyao would do next, she would never say that.

Yu Longyao stood for a while, thought for a while, and suddenly bent the corners of his lips, and with a wave of his hand, he recruited countless little devils.

These little ghosts rushed forward like ant colonies. They landed on all fours, moved quickly, and their mouths were as big as pots, and they quickly ate the plague ghosts.

Jin Xianyu was stunned and blurted out, "Wait!"

It all happened so fast that it was too late for her to fly away and save her. In the blink of an eye, these little devils each had one leg or one arm in their mouths and ate.

Although the plague ghost was extremely low in intelligence, it was still mourning and screaming endlessly after being cut up by a living body.

The piercing wind and the whistling of ghosts echoed in his ears with the sound of flesh chewing and shattering, and Jin Xianyu's heart immediately fell into an ice cellar. Although the plague ghost is not human, even killing a chicken in this scene is too cruel.

Jin Xianyu didn't think she was a good person. After crossing into this world, she killed a lot of people voluntarily and involuntarily. She thought that killing was just a knife, and not humiliation and torture was the bottom line.

In an instant, the plague ghost was swallowed up until only a **** skeleton was left, with a red spine attached to it. Arm bones and leg bones have long been torn apart.

Sunset is late.

Yu Longyao's expression remained unchanged, quietly watching the scene in front of her, with a bit of detached coldness on her white face.

Jin Xianyu finally recovered slowly.

"Xiao Yu'er?" Yu Longyao turned her head with a look of surprise on her face.

"…"

Yu Longyao stepped forward, raised her sleeves, and carefully wiped away the blood spots on her cheeks.

"Sorry, it's hard, isn't it?"

"It's my fault, I shouldn't let you see this scene." Yulongyao hesitated and said apologetically, "This ghost has turned against him, and he can't control it. Sooner or later, it will spread the disease and harm the world."

He was wearing narrow-sleeved trousers, tied with a black ponytail, and the remaining two or three messy strands of hair fell in front of his porcelain-white skin.

Jin Xianyu looked at him with the coldest attitude, because she already understood everything at this time.

Yu Longyao's skin looks like the most elegant and bright young man.

The boy curled the corners of his lips, his fingertips were warm, and his curved eyebrows reflected the warm sunset.

Kill the decisive villain, be gentle and considerate to you alone.

Gently took your hand and wiped the blood from your face.

You are unique in his heart, irreplaceable, the only special existence.

You are the bird in his palm, he has created a beautiful cage for you, willing to soften his attitude and coax you tirelessly.

He is gentle and patient as if he were facing a small child.

This scene is simply the style of a romance novel, which is heartbreaking enough.

But the so-called teaching you calligraphy and painting is actually just implying that you are not mature enough and enticing you to continue to rely on him. And the performance just now was closer to intimidation.

Both kindness and power, hardness and softness, and two-pronged approach.

Jin Xianyu's heart froze slightly, her face showed a bit of ruthlessness, and she said in her heart that it was dangerous, but fortunately, she kept her mind and was well prepared, so she was not surprised, on the contrary, she was relieved.

This means that Yu Longyao is just an ordinary person who has lived a long time and has a higher force value. He is not an omniscient and omnipotent god.

Everything can be traced, and his movements can be guessed and predicted.

He is just an ordinary man.

Jin Xianyu's reaction was too quiet and too rational. Yu Longyao knew that she was not a calm and rational character at all, but that she was soft and sensual on the inside.

Today's Jinxianyu is like a shellfish with a hard shell to Yu Longyao.

She doesn't move, she keeps her breath, and she doesn't have any distracting thoughts.

He wanted to grab the soft shell meat, but he didn't know where to drop his mouth, making himself disgraced, so he had to worry about the shell, but just like this, Yu Longyao felt that he had met Jin Xian for the first time. Fish, his interest in her has never been higher.

"Are all girls in your world like this?" Yu Longyao smiled with great interest.

Jin Xianyu showed a weird expression: "..." This sounded like a Japanese soldier who molested Chinese girls in a war movie.

Yu Longyao just asked casually, she didn't answer, smiled and said nothing.

A few days later, Yu Longyao took the initiative to ask, "Xiao Yu'er, do you want to go out for a walk?"

If she hadn't been alert, Yu Longyao's capriciousness and teasing with ease might have made her feel a little grateful.

But now, Jin Xianyu just shook his head and said, "I don't want to go."

Yu Longyao didn't expect it, looked at her in surprise, but didn't force her.

"Then go when you want to go."

Taking Yu Longyao's unfeigned surprise into his eyes, Jin Xianyu slandered silently. I want to say that she may be the most worry-free imprisoned object in the "Sick Jiao" article.

Someone to serve, someone to let her spend a lot of money, she doesn't need to worry about anything, what's wrong?

A few days later, Yu Longyao asked her again if she wanted to go out for a walk, and this time Jin Xianyu agreed.

Yu Longyao sent a few mountain goblins to follow her behind her. The famous work of protection was actually surveillance.

Jin Xianyu went quickly and came back quickly, she just sent something.

She came back almost without squinting, not showing any desire for freedom, nor any intention to escape. After all, now is not the best time to escape.

One night, Yu Longyao held the lantern, his arms swayed, and his robe sleeves fluttered through the twists and turns of the hand-picking corridor.

The lights in Jinxianyu's house have not been turned off.

Yu Longyao vaguely remembered that today should be Sunday.

The soft silhouette on one side is reflected in front of the green screen window, the green lights are like beans, and the shadow of the screen window is full of candles.

The dim candlelight outlines the figure of the girl sitting on the side of the table.

Jin Xianyu's slender neck is half-bent, the flesh and bones are even and smooth, and a strand of lacquer hair slides down the soft white earlobe and falls in front of the neck. A soft shimmer shimmered on the cold skin.

When Yu Longyao came back to his senses, he stretched out his hand.

It wasn't until his fingers passed through the sultry wind of the beginning of autumn that he came back to his senses, his fingertips moved, and he didn't speak for a while.

It turned out that before he knew it, he had the urge to hold up that strand of lacquer hair for her.

He may have stayed out of the house too long.

Yu Longyao thought for a while and turned off the wind lamp, but failed to move.

It felt strange that he was spying on his legitimate wife.

Since that day, he has often walked on the Chaoshou Veranda, past her bedroom, intentionally or not.