villain is a good guy

—Crack, click.

The thin layer of ice was accompanied by the footsteps of Venerable Chengying, and his body was smashed to pieces.

The ink-colored robe rolled up fine snow, and Yan Rongyi's eyelashes were once again covered with frost.

The venerable Chengying who walked in front of him didn't look like a human being, but instead looked like a sharp sword that had just broken out of the ice after being covered in dust for thousands of years.

"You..." The voice in memory reappeared, but it stopped abruptly after only saying one word.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Rongyi's face turned cold, the mask that should have been in Luo Yu's hands was pressed on his face by Venerable Cheng Ying.

Centered on Yan Rongyi, the aura like a tide burst suddenly.

Everything in the world is working again, the snow is falling, and the wind is blowing again.

A faint light flowed along Yan Rongyi's scattered hair, and the blood-stained robe gradually returned to its original appearance.

The air surged, and the red-robed Jianxiu with the silver mask opened his mouth.

"Master..." He heard his slightly choked voice, which was torn apart by the howling wind, and finally landed in an unknown corner.

Venerable Chengying put his cold hand on his shoulder.

"do not move."

Venerable Chengying didn't let him move, he really didn't dare to move.

Not only because of the sourness in my heart, the most important thing is... this is the old goblin who founded the Fushan School and became the number one sword cultivator in the world a million years ago.

What if it turns out that he is a counterfeit?

Yan Rongyi made up for the tragic situation in which his identity as a time traveler was exposed, and he was skinned and cramped, and finally decided to pretend to be dead to the end, and he would do whatever Venerable Chengying told him to do.

But after Venerable Chengying pressed the mask on Yan Rongyi's face, he didn't speak again.

There was silence all around, and the disciples of the Fushan School were still immersed in shock, and finally Wang Shui knelt down on one knee and called out: "Master."

Then, like a chain reaction, the disciples of the Fushan School came back to their senses and knelt together.

Bai Shuang, who was kneeling behind Yan Rongyi, coughed abruptly.

He followed the sound and turned around, only to see Bai Shuang winking at him.

Yan Rongyi: "...?" What are you doing?

Bai Shuang: "..."

Bai Shuang was furious.

Master is right in front of you, it's okay to admit your mistakes first.

Why doesn't his senior brother know how to be submissive?

You know, colluding with demon cultivators and framing fellow sects is a felony!

How did Yan Rongyi know what Bai Shuang was thinking?

He was so nervous that he wished he could find a crack in the ground to get in, and he had no time to analyze Bai Shuang's complicated eyes.

He quickly sorted out the known information in his mind.

First of all, the body he passed through was named Yan Rongyi, a senior brother of the Fushan School, that is, an apprentice of Venerable Chengying.

Secondly, according to "Strategy", Yan Rongyi is not only not a good person, but also a stumbling block on the protagonist's path, that is, the villain.

Of course the villain didn't end well, otherwise he wouldn't have been locked up by the dragon-binding lock as soon as he opened his eyes, locked up on the Cliff of Thoughts, and lost all his cultivation.

……Hopeless.

Yan Rongyi closed her eyes in despair.

The previous traversers probably realized this, so they smashed the cans, did all the bad things, died, and left him with countless huge black pots.

But why is the leader of this world obsessed with allowing the traverser to enter this body?

How could the villain have played the protagonist?

Could it be because..."Yan Rongyi" couldn't die before the protagonist became famous?

The more Yan Rongyi thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case.

He tilted his head inconspicuously, and the protagonist Luo Yu was kneeling not far away, looking like all the disciples of the Fushan School, respectful to Venerable Chengying.

The "Strategy" did not mention Luo Yu's ending, but only said that Venerable Chengying saw through the trick of Yan Rongyi colluding with Moxiu and punished him to stay in Siguoya for ten years.

But according to the routine of the protagonist's development in the Mandarin script, the villain who is released again will definitely have to jump for ten or a half years, and then continue to be eliminated by the protagonist for the second time.

Yan Rongyi didn't want to be wiped out, but now he could only kneel on the ground motionless.

Because Venerable Chengying is still silent.

Yan Rongyi's mind gradually became active, relying on the fact that she was wearing a mask, she wanted to take a look at the master in name.

In the end, it doesn't matter if you don't look at him, but when you look at it, Venerable Chengying is also looking at him!

The wind was howling, and the sky was a gloomy gray.

The snowflakes were torn by invisible hands, and flew around, some fell on the Taiji dojo, and some fell on the shoulders of Venerable Chengying.

Venerable Cheng Ying's face showed a kind of indifferent and alienated beauty in such a snowstorm.

This is a kind of beauty regardless of age or gender, like the light tearing through the dark clouds, with aggressiveness, it pierces straight into Yan Rongyi's heart.

Yan Rongyi felt that she was stunned, but she didn't seem to.

Perhaps this body has become accustomed to Venerable Chengying's appearance, or he doesn't know how to face his nominal master.

But soon, he realized that Venerable Cheng Ying couldn't see his expression because he was wearing a mask that the other party pressed on his face.

The mask that nearly caused a bloodbath fit his face perfectly, as if growing on the flesh.

The silence lasted for another stick of incense, and was finally broken by the sneeze of Guan Fengge's disciples.

Yi Chuan, who was bruised and swollen from the cold, covered his mouth pitifully, and beside him was Yin Shaohua with a dark face.

However, although this cough was funny, it also awakened everyone's minds.

First, monks from various factions rushed to say hello to Venerable Chengying, and then the ghost cultivator from Wangyou Valley roared angrily: "The young ones are beaten, and the old ones are here. Your Fushan faction is so majestic!"

Yan Rongyi: "..." Oh shit.

He looked at the "old man" with a frosty face, and felt that the ghost cultivator who had trouble with him was really brave.

In fact, the rift between the two factions started 15 years ago.