The Supporting Actress System

Jiang Zixi opened her eyes fiercely.

Saint?

She seemed to have heard it somewhere.

Jiang Zixi squinted at him and said, "don't shake..."

"I I'm not afraid

Fu junxu coughed twice:

"it's OK. The murderer has left for a long time."

Jiang Zixi looked at the trembling Fu junxu and couldn't help laughing:

with that, she walked quickly into the village.

"But all of a sudden, so many people died of illness. How do you think it's a little strange. Let's go and have a look first. Maybe we can find some clues."

She paused:

"it is said that they died of an infectious disease, so the villagers immediately buried them as soon as they died."

"Well, the people who heard about it all died one after another, but they didn't die of heart digging, they died of death."

Shuiling'er didn't realize that he was afraid, so he continued:

he approached Jiangzi unconsciously, and his hand was still tugging at her sleeve.

Now he was scared to death by a cry of an insect.

An inexplicable fear came from the bottom of my heart.

But now the dark ground, he stood outside the village, smelling the air if there is no bloody smell and a few wolf barking, his heart can not stop a shiver.

At the beginning of digging his heart, he had already been taken into the floating dust hall by Jiang Zixi. Although he had heard others say it in Xianmen, he didn't see it with his own eyes, so he didn't feel much.

It's something he's never heard of.

"The hearts of the whole family have been dug up?"

Fu junxu's face turned white when he heard this:

"the last time he was dug up was three days ago. In this village, it was said that the hearts of the whole family had been dug up."

As he walked into the village, shuilinger explained:

just as it was dark, several people finally arrived at the village entrance at the foot of the mountain.

……

But after listening to Jiang Zixi's words, she was inexplicably unhappy.

She was very happy.

Shuiling'er: '

Fu junxu nodded in agreement.

"Well Just be happy. "

Jiang Zixi chewed the pancake, bit off a bit of chicken leg meat, and chewed it carefully:

"but for today's words, I have prepared a full night, no matter what, it's worth it!"

But she immediately said, "really?"

Shuiling'er smiles awkwardly and touches her head:

I don't know what shuiling'er thinks. She has prepared a full 30 pages of paper for those words. By the time she finishes reading them, it will be near noon.

"If you didn't read that pile of morale boosting, we might have been at the foot of the mountain long ago."

Fu junxu bit the pancake and said helplessly:

"how can this time pass so fast? How can I get out of the floating dust hall at noon? "

Shuiling'er took out the pancakes and gave them to the three people. He said in doubt:

just arrived at the gate of the floating dust hall, it was already noon.

Shui ling'er took a deep breath, took out a pile of thick paper, and read the words that encouraged the morale on it. After that, the three finally went on the road.

When he reached the door, Fu junxu was waiting for them with his package on his back.

……

She hasn't said anything yet.

Jiang Zixi:

"Don't say it. I'll make up my mind when it's clear."

Before Jiang Zixi spoke, shuilinger turned her head and wiped her tears:

"are these really made by my master?"

Shuilinger thought that jiangzixi was making her happy, so she became more and more sad:

otherwise, she would have been scarred for so many years.

If the demon is hurt, it will not leave a scar.

"Well It's OK. It'll grow well in two days

Jiang Zixi was stunned at first and then touched her face:

not to mention Jiang Zixi.

Even if it wasn't her face, she felt very sad.

As a woman, her face is full of scars. It's terrible.

"Demon girl, how come your face is not good..."

But shuilinger's eyes were red:

"OK, let's go."

Under the nagging of shuiling'er, Jiang Zixi had to ask a Meng to fetch a basin of water, disperse her illusion, clean up her scarred face, and then she turned her head:

in the end, she still disliked her.

She would not have been so if she hadn't been in a hurry.

Jiang Zixi: "it's just

Her face was full of disgust: "tut How long have you not washed your face? Do you dare to break the illusion and let me see your original face? ""I don't mean that. I mean, you know that all spells are blinders. Why don't you brush them up?"

Shuiling'er shook his head:

"if you can get up so fast with your advanced magic in the future, you don't have to be too envious."

Jiang Zixi raised her eyebrows and looked proud:

"you monsters are so shocking..."

Shuiling'er smashed his mouth:

"let's go."

Seeing this, Jiang Zixi immediately turned over and put on a long red dress and said with a smile:

she was about to lift Jiang Zixi's quilt.

"Witch, what do you mean?! It's said to start today. Why haven't you got up yet? "

As soon as the box was closed by her, shuilinger came in with her bundle on her back, holding a long blue sword in her hand. She was smiling, but the smile disappeared immediately when she saw Jiang Zixi who had not been cleaned.

She just felt that her mind was in a trance, so she put the jade bead back into the box.

Well Is it hard to put back the action is also a dream?

She clearly remembers that it was put back last night. How could it be put back again?

When Jiang Zixi woke up the next day, she could not help but have a meal when she saw the jade beads on her neck.

……

After that, all the light disappeared and the jade was restored to its original state.

When she closed her eyes, the box with the jade beads glowed red. Then the lock of the box was opened, and the jade floated out of the box and fell back to Jiang Zixi's chest.

After putting down the jade bead, Jiang Zixi lay down again and fell asleep.

It's ridiculous.

If she continues to dream like this, she will add drama to herself and dream that she is the next saint.

She looked down at the jade bead, took it down and put it in the box at the head of the bed.

How could she remember this story clearly? How is it possible to reappear so clearly in the dream?

After that, she not only plays for herself, but also plays for grandma.

Jiang Zixi shook her head.

Is it difficult for grandma to be a saint?

Grandma did not grow old for many years.

Beautiful face, immortality, immortality, Saint

"Hiss..." Jiang Zixi rubbed her aching eyebrows, and her trance made her forget almost everything in her dream.

Remember, a few days ago, when she dreamt of a car accident and played for her inexplicably, the man in suit said that she was a child raised by a saint.

Jiang Zi Xi got up and stroked the jade beads. The cold touch made her look stunned.

Fu junxu still drags Jiang Zixi's sleeve: "I Am I shaking? "

Jiang Zixi: "well It's almost a sieve. "

Fu junxu: