Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

Hearing that Xie Xingchen was about to call someone, Jiang Zheliu, who had transformed into a female form, carried her long skirt and walked out from behind the hill in a dignified manner.

There was no embarrassment at all about being caught.

"Brother Jiang?"

"That's right, it's you, Senior Brother Jiang, who is loved by everyone, has flowers blooming, jade trees stand in the wind, and is charming."

Jiang Zheliu walked out confidently.

Halfway through, I stepped on the hem of my skirt, stumbled, and fell flat on the spot.

Xie Xingchen: "..."

With such a fall, all the things Jiang Zheliu had hidden behind him were scattered on the ground.

Xie Xingchen was speechless as he picked up the drawing papers and brushes scattered on the ground, "Brother Jiang, are you going out to draw so late at night?"

"Ah, yes!" Jiang Zheliu answered hurriedly. After finishing his answer, he quickly stepped forward to stop Xie Xingchen from opening the drawing paper.

"Don't, don't open it!"

Xie Xingchen picked up the drawing paper and didn't want to open it, but after hearing Jiang Zheliu's words, he couldn't hold back and opened the back of the drawing paper.

After doing this, Xie Xingchen's expression changed.

Surprisingly, there are people with such poor painting skills!

The brush is immature, and the lines are extremely twisted and crooked together, like the traces left by a few earthworms stained with ink as they move on the drawing paper.

"Hahahaha... Senior brother, this painting of yours seems like an unjust case, it's too horrible to look at..."

Xie Xingchen couldn't hold it back and laughed until his waist and abdomen hurt.

Jiang Zheliu: "..."

Now it was his turn to be speechless.

Is it so funny?

His painting skills aren't that bad, right?

Jiang Zheliu took back the painting and brush, his eyebrows slightly curved, and he smiled, "Junior brother, it's not too late, go back to bed and rest."

"Oh, good."

After Xie Xingchen finished smiling, he said goodbye to Jiang Zheliu and walked towards the Guhan Peak disciple residence.

Xie Xingchen's back disappeared into the night. Jiang Zheliu sighed and looked at the scroll in his hand with some suspicion, "Really, is it so bad?"

The painting doesn’t even differentiate between humans and animals?

Then how can we make a business trip?

A gust of wind blew, and the scroll in his hand flew out of control and landed in a slender hand.

"Jiang Zheliu, tell me, why did you suddenly return to the clan?"

The voice was extremely cold, like quenched ice.

Jiang Zheliu was stunned, his hands were empty, and he looked at Qi Hanzhi, whose eyes were covered with ice.

Step forward and kneel on the stone floor.

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Qi Hanzhi, "I was ignorant back then. I hope Master will forgive me, and I will be willing to contribute to Guhan Peak from now on."

Jiang Zheliu broke into a cold sweat. After many years, Qi Han's pressure has not diminished, and is even more frightening than before.

"So, if I don't forgive you, you won't give up?"

Jiang Zheliu nodded, suppressing his fear, and looked up at Qi Hanzhi to show his sincerity.

"Yes, from now on, this disciple must listen to Master."

Before he finished speaking, the cold wind was extremely strong.

Jiang Zheliu's whole body was thrown away and hit hard on the uneven hill. The rough surface of the hill rubbed his back.

Jiang Zheliu spit out a mouthful of blood.

He knew that he would be beaten when he returned to the clan this time, and he deserved it.

Jiang Zheliu fell into the running water, and the whole small river was dyed red with blood. He endured the severe pain and knelt down, "This is what the master taught you."

"Are you very close to my disciple?"

Jiang Zheliu understood that the disciple Qi Hanzhi mentioned was Xie Xingchen, and swallowed the sweet taste in his throat, "No, we just met each other today."

Frost filled the sky, and the water in the hills was frozen, and Qi Hanzhi had murderous intentions.

Jiang Zheliu kowtowed, his forehead dripping with blood, "Master, if I know that my disciple is dead, I will be sad."

"Junior brother has a cheerful personality. If the disciple dies at the hands of the master, and the junior brother knows about it..."

Halfway through Jiang Zheliu's words, his voice was swallowed in his throat, and Qi Hanzhi stopped him.

Qi Hanzhi came to him, his snow-colored clothes dragging on the ground, stained with blood.

His voice was extremely cold: "If I kill you, I don't want him to know. Xie Xingchen will never know about it in his life. As for being sad, I won't let him feel sad for you."

Jiang Zheliu's pupils widened and panic appeared on his delicate face.

"but--"

"I don't want to kill you now, so stay away."

Qi Hanzhi stood up, the frost gathered up and disappeared into the frost and snow.

After the gag spell was lifted, Jiang Zheliu's chest surged with energy and blood, he spit out the blood in his throat, and his face turned pale.

"Hey, this is really a job where the tip of a knife licks blood."

After laughing at himself, Jiang Zheliu raised his hand, wiped his face, and stood up from the blood pool, his whole body covered in blood.

The blood pool rippled slightly.

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Solitary Cold Peak.

The lights danced, and the light shone on the scroll.

Although the painting of the owner of the scroll is extremely ugly, you can vaguely tell that the painting is a person.

Under the ever-burning lamp, Qi Han's eyes were filled with coldness.

The scroll in his hand climbed up against the frost, and as the frost shattered, the scroll instantly shattered and turned into powder.

Killing intent breeds.

He shouldn't have risked his life.

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Demonic realm.

The sky was blood red, and a waning moon hung high in the blood sky, like the cold sickle of death.

"Have you heard? The Demon Lord recently abducted a little beauty. She is innocent and harmless, just like a little white flower."

"Hey, our Lord, we have always liked this kind of fragile beauty. You don't know, but this is the first time this month."

"I hope we can see this little beauty tomorrow."

In private, the demons gathered together to discuss the little beauty kidnapped today.

"What are you doing here? Have you finished everything you were told?"

The young man suddenly appeared.

He was wearing a black robe and had silver wristbands on his arms. He held his arms with his hands, his eyebrows were raised, and there was impatience between his brows.

The demons were timid and scattered in all directions, saying solemnly: "Dharma protector, we will go right away."

As soon as the words fell, he disappeared immediately.

Ling Qianhe stood still. He had just heard the discussion of these demons. The demon lord abducted another little beauty today.

He felt vaguely uneasy.

With this uneasy premonition, Ling Qianhe frowned and walked to the place where the little beauty lived.

The houses where the demons live are uniformly black, with dark brown walls and tiles, and are filled with strong demonic aura.

He walked into the front yard, passed through the heavy demonic aura, raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Please, open the door."

Thinking that since she is the little beauty that the Demon Lord likes, she should be given some face.

His tone has become somewhat restrained, but he is as assertive as ever.

The nanmu door remained indifferent and did not open.

My remaining patience ran out.

"If you don't open the door, I will kick it open." Ling Qianhe said fiercely.

The door was kicked in several times.

Ye Wenzhi inside the residence was panicking.

He sat on the soft couch, the blood in his body was almost flowing backwards, and he was grinding his teeth: "System! What's going on? Didn't I kill him? Why is he not dead!"

The system laughed: "Master, you thought you were going to kill him. He is a late-stage Nascent Soul monk and is about to enter the Divine Transformation stage. How could he be killed so easily?"

Ye Wenzhi resented that this dog system had been trained somewhere, and it was always laughing and mocking him when he spoke recently, but he couldn't reply easily.

Why did he kill Ling Qianhe?

Isn't it for the resentment value the system needs? !

With a burst of anger in his heart, Ye Wenzhi cursed bitterly, "Very good, even you, an artificial retard, dare to mock me. If you want any resentment points in the future, I won't collect any resentment points for you!"

——The task of the system is to collect the resentment value of this world and hand it over to the Lord God. If the resentment value of the system does not meet the standard, it will be obliterated by the Lord God.

The system still smiled: "Master, don't panic, I will die if I am an artificially retarded person. Master, do you think anyone will save you?"

Ye Wenzhi suddenly raised his head and asked: "What do you mean?!"

The system said this as if it was threatening him.

The system laughed: "Master, what I mean is that we are grasshoppers on the same boat, and I am not a punching bag for your bossing. If I die, you will not be able to go back."