Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

In the welcome living room of the city lord's mansion, the atmosphere was more or less embarrassing.

Yesterday, Zheng Weiqi was driven by a curse to become a domineering president. She actually forced Jiang Si, who is a real hegemon, to be speechless.

Later, He Zhizhou led the doctor to their side. Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi had not passed the curse. She patted his stretched hand and sneered: "I allowed you to touch him, eh? This hand is yourself. I will chop it?"

The doctor was silent for a moment in horror, and quietly asked in his ear: "How long has her symptoms... lasted?"

In short, Zheng Weiqi was finally carried away by five flowers, and a farce finally came to an end.

After she was sober, she vowed never to see Jiang Si again, but the head of today's martial arts, Tian Xianzi, and Jianzun Zhenxiao came together, and even if she was reluctant, she had to go to the welcoming living room to meet them.

"This time, thanks to a few young heroes, we saved Jialan City from danger."

Regardless of his private remarks, Jiang Si is still very successful.

A broad mysterious dress outlines the calm and indifferent aura of the whole body, the light fur is slowly belted, the jade tree and Qiongzhi, the voice is also mellow as wine, with the unique dignity of the family's children: "Jiang is inexhaustibly grateful."

Ji Yun, who still looks like a child, chuckled lightly. Due to his lack of height, he was lying on the table and trying to reach a teapot. The duty of a disciple of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, not to mention that the devil’s matter is of great importance and must not be taken lightly.

Zhen Xiao, who was sitting next to him, gave a faint glance, and calmly moved the teapot closer to Ji Yunkai: "Yes. Young City Lord didn't know it. After the battle between the immortals and demons, although the demons suffered heavy losses and disappeared, there are still The remnants want to make a comeback, causing people from all walks of life to be disgraced. Recently, devilish energy has appeared from time to time in various places. If Xuan Ye is let go, I am afraid it will be another **** storm."

"Jalan fell for three hundred years, and the demons in the city are like frogs at the bottom of a well."

Jiang Si sighed, "Presumably the immortal and demons fought, and the right path will suffer heavy losses."

Zheng Weiqi mumbled quietly: "You also know that you are an old antique."

She deliberately suppressed her voice very low, but Jiang Si still glanced at it indifferently. The master sister of the Xuanxu Sword School has never been reluctant to fall under the wind, so she widened her eyes rounder and glared back fiercely.

"Isn't it."

Tian Xianzi smiled infrequently and drank tea into his stomach: "Once the three great kendo masters, He Zhangmen has become what he is now; Wen Hemian has lost all his cultivation skills, and he hides in the valley and does not want to come out; as for Wan Jianzong. That... is even more utterly destructive, and there is no corpse capital left."

"Okay, okay, today the little disciples finally made a great contribution, how can our group of old antiques keep hurting the spring and the autumn?"

Ji Yun smiled, and although his voice was childlike and immature, his words and words revealed a sense of oppression that could not be ignored: "I heard that Pei Ji severely injured the devil, I don't know how the child is doing?"

Ningning replied softly: "I have woken up, and I am recovering in the hospital."

"Elder Meng Qing contributed a lot to the victory this time."

Tian Xianzi offered a cup of tea to the white-haired old man sitting on the sidelines: "I have been lying beside Xuan Ye and have been dormant for many years, and saved Jialan City in distress with painstaking efforts. I really admire him."

Meng Qing shook his head and said: "The Meng family has been loyal to the city of Jialan for generations, and I can't let the ancestors and ancestors be ashamed. Thanks to the game set by the few city owners, the city of Jialan will not be destroyed by the hands of the demon cultivator."

His tone was humble, and he couldn't hear much ups and downs, but Meng Jiaqi, who was sitting next to Meng Qing, had a sore nose and took a breath.

Lurking by Xuan Ye's side not only meant that he could be killed by that moody demon at any time, but also had to endure the disgust and abuse from the demons in the city.

At first, she thought that her father had betrayed Jialan, and was so angry that she sweared and bluntly broke the relationship between father and daughter, but now that she thinks about it, she just feels like a dream.

Everyone paid a lot for this game that lasted for more than 300 years.

"I have a clear conscience. The only thing I can't regret is this daughter in the family."

Meng Qing said with a long sigh: "Jiqi suffers a lot, but I can't stay by my side."

Ji Yun laughed and said: "A battle with Xuan Ye made Qianjin and this Young Master Qin meritorious. Elder Meng should be happy because her daughter is so understanding of righteousness."

Qin Chuan, who was inexplicably called, looked dazed, and raised his head in a daze, his rough face full of flesh and blood was full of innocent confusion.

He just stunned for a while. He didn't know what he thought of, and seemed to be a little interested: "Are you all the elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect? I wonder if the Sword Master Zhenxiao is among them?"

Oh, is this still a small fan.

Tian Xianzi chuckled and glanced at her brother without a trace.

Zhen Xiao has a cold temperament, but every time he meets a junior who admires him, a rainbow fart is praised by the sky, which can often make the cold-hearted dignified sword sovereign's cheeks flush, and feel embarrassed like never before.

As a real brother, he certainly has to take the opportunity to play tricks.

"It's a pity, Sword Sovereign Zhenxiao is so busy that he can't come today."

Tian Xianzi's eyes narrowed, like a fox with a bad heart: "Why, do you really want to see him?"

The tall middle-aged strong man not far away was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded desperately: "I want to see the long dragon of Sword Sovereign Zhenxiao!"

A sip of water that Zheng Weiqi just drank came out directly.

She had a faint feeling that she might not have a half-life today.

"Long, long dragon?"

Tian Xianzi never expected to hear this kind of phrase, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "This'long dragon' you are talking about, what is it?"

However, Qin Chuan is serious, which makes Tian Xianzi the one with the wrong heart. However, the current person continued to speak honestly, and even Ji Yunkai almost spewed a sip of tea.

Without thinking about it, Qin Chuan blurted out: "It's the one he often uses to stabbing female disciples."

What kind of word is this tiger and wolf.

At the moment, the hall was filled with horror, Meng Jiaqi blankly covered his face with his hand, Ning Ning and He Zhizhou looked at each other, and they had no love.

The culprit, Zheng Weiqi, smiled bitterly and looked at the vicissitudes of life: "Haha, what is Qin Chuan talking about? Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji. Chuan'er will stop talking, let's drink tea."

Who knows that Zhen Xiao's face is gloomy, and she presses every step: "No, go on - how can Zhen Xiao Sword Sovereign stabbing a female disciple for no reason?"

"I don't know that."

Where does Qin Chuan understand the love and love in the book, frowning with some annoyance: "But Sword Sovereign Zhenxiao is very powerful! When I read the script, what is written in him is'driving the long dragon, nine shallow and one deep' ,'Ice and fire double, causing the female disciple to pant again and again', it sounds like a very powerful swordsmanship!"

After a pause, he hesitated: "It's just that every time the female disciple who practices swords with him is so pitiful, she always has to be pierced by a long dragon, and her body is so painful that she has no strength, and she keeps begging for mercy and he doesn't listen. Are you so unrelenting when you are?"

Tian Xianzi couldn't help it, and the corners of her mouth twitched to arouse a crazy upward arc.

Zhen Xiao seemed to understand something, and smiled coldly: "Oh? What else do you know about Jianzun Zhenxiao?"

"You admire him too?"

Qin Chuan grinned plainly, smiling innocently and harmlessly: "I've read the book and know him clearly-I still know the mantra of Zhenxiao Jianzun!"

Mouth, head, and Zen.

Zheng Weiqi's expression management is out of control, her whole face is like crumpled dough, messy and pale.

No--! Qin——Chuan——!

Until many years later, Qin Chuan couldn't forget the scene in the living room of the city lord's mansion that day.

The elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect each hesitated to speak, and the young apprentices on the other side covered their eyes and ears, not listening nor looking, the atmosphere was solemn and sad, like a mourning.

And the middle-aged man in the center of the storm opened his lips lightly, imitating the evil and stern look of the male protagonist in the script, and in a meaty tone, roared out the line that has been cherished in his heart for a long time-

"Now let you know if I am a man! Uh, roar!"

That inexplicable low growl is definitely the essence.

He would always remember that every time he finished his swordsmanship, he would end with a low growl from the Sword Master Zhenxiao. How domineering, passionate, and masculine.

This is the call of the heart, the dedication of love.

The whole room was silent, and I didn't know who made a chuckle.

Qin Chuan didn't notice the darker and darker faces of the people, and said, "If you want to know the specific content, you can ask Sister Zheng to borrow a book. She is very generous."

Danger, Zheng Weiqi, danger.

Zhen Xiao's expression was indifferent, and Zheng Weiqi's storage bag flew directly into his hands with the touch of her fingertips. But with a slight shake, a few books with goose-yellow cover fell out of it.

"Bloodthirsty and Crisis: The mad pet of the elder Tianxian", "Mengbao Strikes: The Sovereign Is Too Difficult", "The Tathagata and the Qing Dynasty: My Mother and Master Mingkong".

One is more pitiful than the other, and the other is ruined.

Especially the last book "The Two or Three Things Between My Mother and Little Master Mingkong", just reading the title of the book made me feel frantic, and even the Buddha would shed tears when he saw it.

Zhen Xiao was expressionless and picked up the last book that fell to the ground.

I saw a line written on the cover.

"After being proposed by Zhenxiao Jianzun and Tianxian elders at the same time."

A brief introduction follows:

[He is bloodthirsty, ruthless, and elegant, but he puts her in the corner: "Woman, I don't mind playing a taboo game with you."

He was indulgent and handsome, but he held her hand with red eyes: "Three thousand weak water, only take one scoop."

When she met him and him, she was destined to have nowhere to escape in the whirlpool of love.

Hong Chen is tired, tears have fallen, and who has become a catastrophe, who is who is fate. She laughed softly, children only make a choice, I want to eat brother rice! ]

God he ○ brothers serve rice.

Zhen Xiao: "Huh."

This one has never laughed much.

The laugh at this moment was extremely clear, like a burst of popping sound suddenly sounded, in the words of the book, it was six-point cold and three-point jokes, and ten percent wanting to kill.

All in all, he laughed out of a murderous feeling, still the kind of five horses divided into parts.

Zheng Weiqi knew that something was wrong, she wanted to struggle to come up with a sentence: "Uncle, listen to me to explain."

However, he was impatient for a while, and even blurted out the truth: "Uncle, you listen to my sophistry!"

As far as death, she always can.

As soon as this statement was made, the scene fell into a rather secluded silence, which made the child's already precarious situation even worse.

——As the saying goes, it is often the last straw that crushes the camel.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi didn't believe in this evil, so she brought an elephant with her hand and smashed it directly on the camel.

Where there is still half a way to survive, it will be gone immediately.

He Zhizhou was silent for a while, and then lowered his voice mournfully: "Master sister, remember to keep smiling, so that when you die, you won't have too much resentment."

Ningning was heartbroken and covered her face with both hands: "Sister sister, don't be afraid, we are sympathetic, we will help you."

Ningning is still reliable!

Zheng Weiqi was trying to listen to her strategy, but unexpectedly, a little girl whispered in her ear: "Do you want ingots or paper money? You are welcome, it is the last time I will give you something."

...Shut up, teammates!

Tian Xianzi endured a smile and sighed, "Brother."

Zheng Weiqi deserves to be the longest pro-disciple with him. With black eyes, she blurted out the next sentence: "Don't beat the child to death, just barely save her life."

*

The welcoming parlor over there was flying around, and the hospital hall looked much cleaner.

Many demon races in Jialan City had just awakened, and the doctor girl and the doctor were rushing back and forth in each house without stopping, leaving only Pei Ji on the bed in the hospital.

He either reads books or practices swords on weekdays, other than that, he doesn't seem to have any other pastimes.

Now that there is nothing to do, after taking a rough look at the medical hall, he turned his gaze to "365 Days of Me and the True Heaven Sword Sovereign" that Ningning had left behind.

I heard them mention this book before, and Pei Ji heard it in the cloud. I only felt that the lines were weird and the character was completely inconsistent with the swordsman Zhenxiao. As for the swordsmanship mentioned in it—

By the way, when he is free, he has to ask his master for advice, and then discuss with the senior sister according to the agreement.

Thinking of Ning Ning, the heart that had already quieted down became a little more irritable for no reason, as if there was an invisible and intangible flame, burning unscrupulously on his heart.

Pei Ji couldn't tell what it was like, and frowned silently.

He had nothing to do, and he was very curious about the "rain beat wind blow sword technique", so he held a fruit-flavored candy in his mouth, endured the pain and got up, intending to pick up the book from the wooden table and read it for a while.

"Stop! Don't go there!"

For some reason, Chengying, who was originally quiet, suddenly screamed, seeming to realize that her reaction was too intense, and after a light cough, she smiled awkwardly: "Well, your wound hasn't healed yet. You can't mess around. You can read that book anytime in the future, so why bother for a while—hey! Pei Ji, you stinky kid! Why are you not obedient!"

Pei Ji ignored it, went straight to the wooden table, took the book and sat back on the bed.

Chengying is as quiet as a chicken.

At the end, he spoke without warning, as if a dying fish was jumping around, making the final struggle: "This is an ordinary female narrator. What's so good about it? Do you still have feelings of grievances and hatreds towards the elders? Interested? Don't look at it, don't look at it, it's a waste of time to read it."

Pei Ji had a strong rebellious mind since he was a child, and Chengying kept trying to persuade him not to read it, so he wanted to open the book to find out.

The young man's slender white knuckles fell on the cold paper sheet, and gently opened the first page.

The drooping long eyelashes shook off a shadow of silence, Pei Ji looked blankly, her eyes darkening involuntarily.

——The plot in this book doesn't look right at all.

Why... In the first chapter, the male and female protagonist undressed?

There seemed to be something faintly sprouting in his mind, Pei Ji had never understood the secrets of this, so he bit the bullet and kept watching.

As a result, the story behind is even more strange.

[The valley opens lightly, and the gurgling water overflows with fragrance, like the falling flowers of an ice spring, and the screams of the splendid warriors.

Zhen Xiao stopped suddenly and laughed softly: "Please, I'll give it to you."

Her eyes blushed: "Master...Even if you get my body, you will never get my heart!"]

What is meant by "getting my body and never getting my heart"?

Chengying's tone was erratic, and he smiled: "Yeah, cough, the heroine was used by Sword Master Zhenxiao as a tool for practicing swords, and forced her to practice swords with him in the valley. But she was unwilling to be the Sword Master's forever. Sparring-people have high ambitions."

Pei Ji didn't speak, and continued to look down.

The candy in his mouth was bitten by the cracker, sweet and fragrant, and mixed with a little orange-flavored sour.

He hasn't been deeply involved in the world and devoted himself to swordsmanship. Although he occasionally heard about men and women, he didn't know the way. Therefore, the plot later became in the eyes of Pei Ji:

[Zhen Xiao lowered her head and held her mouth, her mouth drove straight in, arousing a mouthful. In an instant, both of them were talking about each other. ]

Later it was [Zhen Xiao talked about it, she talked about it, talked about it. ]

This time Cheng Ying couldn't stop talking about it.

Author why do you write so revealing? Do you know if you bring bad kids!

Pei Ji:...

He should understand what book this is even if he is a chicken in elementary school and an eggshell.

So after listening to the words he had learned from him, Chengying shut her mouth for an unprecedented long time and didn't speak again. Soon after, she burst into laughter.

That's why when Ningning was reading a book and found that he was awake, his face suddenly flushed.

"Ha, ha."

Chengying let out two very sad smiles: "Don't look, Pei Xiaoji, obedient."

But Pei Ji couldn't hear its voice at all, and his mind was blank and stunned.

Since the content in this book is like this, the "Rain beats the wind and blows the sword" that Ning Ning and the others said last night must have been just talking about it and deceiving Qin Chuan, who is not deeply involved in the world.

But he told her silly and solemnly, waiting to learn something later, and then learn this sword technique together.

...What did he say.

How did Ningning answer at the time.

Fate to learn from each other.

The flush spread from the ear to the cheeks, the boy who had always been cold-faced lost his words, his heart was beating, his breathing was chaotic.

The bandage-wrapped fingers squeezed the pages of the book hard, and a faint blood color fainted from the snow-white bandage. He heard Chengying's voice: "Look at it, that, this, um... Ningning knows all about it, you still It's small."

They are obviously about the same size.

Pei Ji gritted his teeth, the panic and shame in his eyes was covered by a strong and hostile color, and asked him in a deep voice: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Chengying answered the question, her tone floated to the sky, and the bull's head was wrong: "The weather is good today, and the wind is really noisy. Are you sleepy? I'm a little sleepy."

Then he completely escaped, and there was no sound left.

Pei Ji was upset and confused, and suddenly heard an unfamiliar male voice outside the door: "Miss Ningning, come to see your junior brother again?"

Then Ningning let out a long "hush--".

He probably thought he might have heard it, and added another sentence at the end: "I just went down the road and came to take a look at him."

The approaching footsteps sounded like a urging spell, and the young man's thin lips pressed tightly, and he quickly hid "365 Days between Me and the Sword Sovereign Zhenxiao" in the quilt.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Ning Ning's figure.

Pei Ji was seriously injured, so she should lie in bed and rest intently. Seeing him awake, Ningning was a little surprised: "What are you doing sitting on the bed? Watch out for the wound to open again."

After a pause, he took out a small light blue porcelain bottle from his storage bag: "Master and they are all here. When I discuss with the young city lord about the demon world, I will come to the hospital to see you-here, this is the head. The Ningxian Yulu given to you is very useful for healing and restoring spiritual power."

Pei Ji lowered her eyes and did not look at her. When she took the porcelain bottle from Ningning, she found that she had not let go.

The two of them held the bottle at the same time, with their fingers up and down, between a few millimeters apart, they seemed to be able to vaguely feel the warm heat flowing from the girl's body, touching his cold skin little by little.

The roots of his ears were still red, and his obsidian eyes were raised.

Immediately I saw Ning Ning lowered his head and leaned forward, leaning closer than before, staring at his face as if it had fallen into the sun: "Your face is so red, are you feverish?"

Ningning's appearance is very beautiful.

Unlike many female cultivators in the realm of cultivation, she doesn't have too many supernatural qualities in her body. If she wants to say "just like an immortal", she is naturally far away from it.

Her beauty was tainted with some aura in the red dust and fireworks, and a pair of round apricot eyes were full of autumn water, glowing with radiant light all the time. With a slight smile, two small pear nests appeared on the porcelain white face.

It seems to be within reach, but it is like a soft cloud hanging lightly in the sky.

At this moment, she was looking at him without blinking.

Before Pei Ji could speak, a small hand wrapped in heat gently covered his forehead.

As if shocked by the hot temperature, Ningning opened her eyes slightly: "It's hot. Why do you have a fever?"

Pei Ji was choked.

That's not the case at all.

She knows nothing.

"I'll call the doctor for you, did you kick the quilt in your sleep? Obviously it's so big, and yet—"

As she spoke, she suddenly stunned, as if finally remembering something forgotten, she turned her head stiffly.

The table was empty, where there was the shadow of "365 Days of Sword Sovereign Really and Me".

Ningning's breathing was stagnant.

No way, no way.

That book... won't be taken by Pei Ji?

"The book I'm in the hospital—"

Her tone was much weaker, with a tentative tone of uncertainty: "Do you know where you are?"

Pei Ji didn't answer the conversation immediately, turned his head blankly, and stared at the wall beside him. I wanted to wait for the hot rush on my face to fade away, but when I thought of the book, it became hotter and hotter uncontrollably.

After a while, he replied in a dumb voice: "The medical clinic is coming and going, maybe someone took it away."

Although the indescribable little notebook was taken away by a stranger, this kind of thing is indeed a social death, but Ning Ning still quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Great! Long live God, long live long live! As long as the book is not taken away by Pei Ji, everything is easy to say!

She couldn't imagine what it would be like if Pei Ji's eggshell read a book. Her "familiar discussion" that night was just to ease the embarrassment, but from his perspective, it always sounded a little ambiguous.

She wanted to say something, but saw the teenager who was sitting on the bed suddenly lay down and wrapped his body firmly in a quilt.

Pei Ji's face is still very red, especially his complexion is as cold as cold jade, and it seems that those scarlet colors are extraordinarily abrupt and cannot be hidden.

Perceiving Ningning's sight, the roots of her ears were hot again, so she pulled the quilt up without saying a word, directly covering her head.

"Don't bother, Senior Sister, bother."

Pei Ji’s tone was hard, and her voice was dull in the quilt, and she had a lovely taste: "I can deal with this kind of illness. You can go to other places and ignore it."

This little white-eyed wolf.

She tried her best to buy him sweets, and came to see him in the hospital from time to time, but he did not hesitate to issue an order to evict him.

Ningning curled her mouth, glanced at the neatly laid out wrapping paper on the head of the bed, and asked casually: "You have finished eating all of them? How do these sweets taste? Do you like it?"

Pei Ji, who was hidden in the quilt, remained motionless and was silent for a while.

Then with a somewhat awkward tone, he hesitantly responded softly: "...I like it."

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