Heartthrob, he's always crashing

As soon as he heard that he was an acquaintance, Shen Yanjun's heart sank when he mentioned it. Without the support of consciousness, the weak legs and feet left by the coercion made the young man fall directly to the ground.

"Tsk." Chu Qinghan who was behind him did not expect that Shen Yanjun would not care about the sword in his hand at all, even though he retracted the sword very quickly, he still left a thin red mark on the opponent's neck.

Shen Yanjun was unaware of this, took a breath, raised his hand and explained: "I saw that your door was open, so I came here to talk to you."

"See it all?" Chu Qinghan pursed his lips, walked up to Shen Yanjun, and looked down at him.

"What did you see?" Shen Yanjun blinked, half of his eyes were dazed, four of them were confused, and the rest was the shock left just now, and he looked very sincere.

His colleagues have said more than once before that with his face and excellent acting skills, Shen Yanjun will definitely be popular in the film and television industry.

But he didn't go. As for why, it was because he didn't have enough brains.

Chu Qinghan's face darkened.

fraud.

"You brought a chair over to remind me?"

"Uh," Shen Yanjun put his hands on his legs, using his spiritual power to relieve the feeling of powerlessness, "The forest is dangerous, I always need something to defend myself, but you, what are you doing in the forest at night?"

Chu Qinghan pressed Najie lightly, lowered his eyelashes, and cast a shadow of a fan on his face, covering his eyes, "You don't need to know."

Shen Yanjun curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "I don't want to talk about it."

"What did you say?" Chu Qinghan bent down and grabbed Shen Yanjun by the collar, pulling him up from the ground.

"I didn't say anything." Shen Yanjun was baffled by the suddenly angry child, but fortunately his leg recovered almost, and he didn't fall down again.

"Hmph, hurry back now." Chu Qinghan let go of the other party's collar, and walked towards the lake again.

Shen Yanjun raised his eyebrows, and was even more puzzled in his heart. He raised his hand and touched the strangled neck. It didn't hurt, but it was cool, as if something was stuck to it, and there was an inaudible fragrance.

He picked up the chair next to him and followed, "It's dangerous here, come back with me."

Chu Qinghan ignored him, but squatted down halfway, staring at the lake with lowered eyes, and made an attacking gesture with claws.

"What are you doing?" Shen Yanjun looked towards the lake and asked in a low voice.

Even with the moonlight shining on it, the environment inside the lake is still a blur, and only a few fish can be vaguely felt swimming in it.

"Fishing at night?" Shen Yanjun glanced at his hands, "Barehands?"

"Can you do it? The fish is slippery, be careful, if you fall into the water..."

"Shut up." Chu Qing coldly gave Shen Yanjun a sharp look, and sealed the chattering mouth beside him.

He shook his hand, and a rough dagger appeared in the boy's hand.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Chu Qinghan poke downwards and then upwards violently, a small pure white fish burst out of the water, and light green blood flowed out along the wound. Chu Qinghan quickly took out the fish from the clothes on his chest. A piece of cloth was wrapped on it, and the fish, dagger and cloth were put away with a press of the ring.

There is a faint fragrance in the air, which is not irritating and unusually pleasant.

Shen Yanjun took two puffs, and suddenly felt a trance feeling of being out of body.

"Crack!" With a pain in his head, Shen Yanjun came back to his senses, and what he was facing was Chu Qinghan's expressionless face, but also a faintly disgusted face.

"Here, it's time to go." Chu Qinghan pulled out a fingernail-sized scale from the fish, handed it to him, and was about to leave after speaking.

Shen Yanjun patted his head, and after taking the scales, he became much more awake, the fish looked weird.

When he stood up, he saw the eyes of several pairs of beasts hidden in the bushes in the darkness.

However, he was the only one with such night vision ability, Chu Qinghan was not aware of the danger around him, and was walking out in a hurry.

"Be careful!" Shen Yanjun lifted the stool in three steps and made two steps, jumped up a stool and smashed it on the unknown spirit beast closest to Chu Qinghan, and then took the opponent's arm and rushed into the dark dense forest next to him.

"I'll go, what kind of fish are you catching?" Shen Yanjun followed the marks he had made, and ran wildly on a path that was difficult to walk, but the distance between the spirit beast behind him and him was still very tight.

"Clean fish, the fragrance emitted after leaving the water will attract spirit beasts and people, and they can be broken with the fish scales that were pulled out when they were alive," Chu Qinghan was pulled by Shen Yanjun, and when he saw that the other party could find the direction accurately every time Finally, there was no choice to get rid of it, and Ke Pu, who was not blushing and not panting, "They only survive in lakes where Fenju mushrooms are parasitic, and they are protected by fourth-level fierce beasts, unless they are exchanged with the flesh and blood of the last pig."

Shen Yanjun glanced back, speeded up again, and shouted in a broken voice: "Why are you grabbing this thing?!"

"It's useful." Chu Qinghan only said two words, turned around and called out the long sword, with a sound of "clang--", the boy raised his elbow, driving his hand and sword lightly to slice upwards.

"Oh!" There was a scream, and the sound of heavy objects falling came from behind.

Blood splashed all over his body, and before Shen Yanjun was stunned, someone patted him on the back, "Lead the way."

So Shen Yanjun no longer cared how close the spirit beast was chasing after him, and focused on the mark and ran straight home.

Fortunately, Chu Qinghan didn't run very far, and soon, Shen Yanjun found the place he had marked last, and they were safe by taking another step outside.

Extreme joy begets grief, Shen Yanjun didn't pay attention, stepped on a stone hidden in the grass, his whole body tilted, and his ankle twisted "click".

The man fell to the ground on the spot, and the stone rolled in front of him. Upon closer inspection, the stone was marked with a sword. It was very new, but it wasn't his technique. There were almost no other people in this area.

Apart from him, there was only Chu Qinghan, and this stone was what Chu Qinghan was looking for outside the barrier yesterday afternoon?

The moment the boy fell down, he let go of Chu Qinghan's arm and gave it a smooth push. Due to inertia, the boy rushed forward and rushed into their residence, while Shen Yanjun stayed outside the barrier.

He didn't know what Shen Yanjun was doing, he lay down in the grass and didn't get up for a long time.

The spirit beasts followed one after another, and as soon as they were about to pounce, a pair of deep eyes suddenly flashed in Chu Qinghan's mind.

If Shen Yanjun died, the sect would definitely suspect him, Shen Yanjun could not die.

Chu Qinghan frowned tightly, his hands were covered with blood, and those with spirit beasts were more of his own. His hands were sticky and slippery, and he could hardly hold the hilt of his sword. He suppressed the irritability in his heart and changed With a sword in his left hand, he rushed out.

Shen Yanjun held the stone, a shadow came over his head, his heart shrank, thinking to himself that it was over.As a result, the next moment his belt tightened, the thin sword blew softly, and he was dragged for several meters, successfully entering the house where he and Chu Qinghan were temporarily staying.

"It hurts, it hurts." Shen Yanjun felt that his jaw was going to be worn out, but when he saw the impotent and furious spirit beasts blocked by the barrier, he smiled silly again, "I still want to eat, it's a dream!"

After watching it for a while and laughing enough, he slowly got up from the ground, limping on one leg.

Looking up, he found that Chu Qinghan was still standing in the yard looking at him. The lanterns hanging at the two corners of the house clearly illuminated the gash on the boy's shoulder and the blood dripping from his feet.

Shen Yanjun walked over with a limp, "Hey, are you okay?"

Chu Qinghan took a deep look at him, and there was a chill between his brows and eyes, "Why don't you run?"

"I sprained my ankle, I can't run anymore, let me see your injury first." Shen Yanjun put the stone aside, and reached out to pick off Chu Qinghan's clothes.

"No need!" After Chu Qinghan saw the stone, his eyelashes trembled, and he raised his hand to pat Shen Yanjun's hand away. Excessive blood loss made his complexion pale and his eyes dark and dull, making him even more cold and distant, "I Knowing swordsmanship, don’t tell anyone, hurt me and deal with it myself.”

After speaking, the boy entered his room and closed the door.

Shen Yanjun glanced at the stone next to him, and then at Chu Qinghan's closed door, he was furious, "What's your attitude? Don't you even say thank you?!"

I really don't know how this strange temperament can be liked by so many people.

[The task has been completed, reward 20 points, the mall has been opened]

The sound of the system suddenly sounded.

Shen Yanjun felt a lot more relieved when he heard the points credited. He lifted his injured leg and hopped back to the house with his uninjured leg.

After he took off his coat and shoes, and sat on the bed in clean underwear, the boy closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Open the mall."

A ray of light flashed out, Shen Yanjun opened his eyes, and saw a translucent panel in front of him, and on the top of the panel, there were four large characters 'the first floor of the shopping mall' written on it.

"Is this shopping mall still layered?" Shen Yanjun stretched out his hand and swipe, as if playing with a tablet. The products inside are priced by points, and are sorted from low to high. There are about twenty options on the first floor, and the lowest is Ling Cloud ointment needs exactly 10 points.

[yes]

"What grade is this Lingyun ointment?" Shen Yanjun clicked on the Lingyun ointment. The note on it was a type of ointment for external application, which could treat all kinds of injuries such as bruises, and it was just suitable for his weak ankle.

[Produced by the system, regardless of rank and treatment object]

"Hiss—is it true?!" Shen Yanjun's eyes lit up, smelling a business opportunity.

[real]

"Then I'll try to exchange one first."

As Shen Yanjun said, he selected Lingyun Ointment and clicked the exchange button.

The entity of Lingyun Ointment slowly came out from the panel, it was a wide-mouthed porcelain bottle only the size of a teenager's thumb.

[Concentrated is the essence] The system is very intelligent to answer in advance.

"I know." Shen Yanjun retracted the panel and carefully opened the lid of the porcelain bottle. The medicine inside was in the form of a paste, light yellow and tasteless. The boy reached out and dug a little and spread it on his sprained ankle as evenly as possible. For other parts that were bruised during the process, half of the ointment remained after the wound was applied.

After a few breaths, a burst of coolness came from the wound from the inside to the outside, and the bulge of the ankle subsided at a visible speed. Shen Yanjun moved his foot, touched his scratched and stinging place before, and confirmed that it was back to normal.

"It's amazing." Shen Yanjun hiccuped as he spoke. After working for a long time, the young man was also sleepy. He happened to be lying on the bed, so he lay back and tried to fall asleep with the quilt in his hands.

The moment he closed his eyes, the events of the past two days flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and the young man suddenly opened his eyes again.

He sat up straight like a carp, and raised his hand to touch his chin, "Why do you think something is wrong, no, I have to sort it out."

The young man rummaged through the room to find a pen and paper, lit a lamp, put it on the table, and wrote his and Chu Qinghan's names on the paper.

The names are followed by the identities of the two, namely 'cannon fodder' and 'protagonist'.

Now that he has intersected with several supporting actors, it may be impossible to get rid of him easily. If he continues to follow the plot, he will die at the hands of all supporting actors in the near future just like the original owner.

The only one who can perfectly resist the persecution of the male supporting role is the protagonist.

Shen Yanjun circled Chu Qinghan's name with a pen, and nodded, if he hugged the protagonist's thigh tightly, wouldn't it be smooth sailing in the future, and there would be nothing to be afraid of.

However, the original owner has been bullying the protagonist for three years, and his image in Chu Qinghan's heart will definitely not be good, and judging from the few times we have been together, the protagonist's temper is awkward and cold, and it is really difficult to want to hug a thigh difficulty.

But he doesn't seem to have any other better choice than hugging the protagonist's thigh.

Anyway, it's still a long time. Wherever Jin Cheng comes, gold and stone are opened, and it will gradually be affected, and one day I will be able to embrace it.

Shen Yanjun went through a lot of self-persuasion, and formally set up his own goal - hugging the protagonist's thigh.

After he destroyed the paper and put away his things, his eyes fell on his remaining half bottle of Lingyun Ointment, and his expression gradually became more reluctant.

Now that the goal is set, it is necessary to pay for it.

Shen Yanjun wrote a list of uses and methods of this ointment, put the two together and held them in one hand, and walked out full of fighting spirit.

Chu Qinghan's window was still lit, and the people inside were still awake. Shen Yanjun raised his hands and eyes against the pair of rings on the door, and was stunned for a while. Finally, he chose to put the ointment and the note in front of the porter's door, and knocked on it quickly. He opened the door, then rushed into his room as fast as he could in his life, closed the door, rushed to bed, and kicked his shoes to sleep.

On the other side, Chu Qinghan was dealing with the wound, and subconsciously frowned when he heard the knock on the door, with a hint of impatience in his expression.

He put down the ointment in his hand, put on his clothes and went out, but after he opened the door, there was no one outside, and he was about to close the door, when he saw the porcelain bottle and the note at the door out of the corner of his eye.

Chu Qinghan took the things back to the house and closed the door.

Under the light, Shen Yanjun's chic handwriting appeared on the note. Chu Qinghan glanced at the porcelain bottle after reading it, and threw it into the storage ring without intending to touch it again. However, the note written by Shen Yanjun was burned after reading it.

While burning, he said: "The writing is really ugly."