As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

Xiao Yunjian only felt a breath of turbid air stuck in his chest.

He was so depressed that he was about to suffocate.

The little bit of joy just now was completely replaced by the irrepressible anger.

The bottom of his heart was like a tossed river and sea, being messed up in a mess.

He closed his eyes and took two deep breaths.

Before Yan Chongyu could react, he forcefully pushed open the door.

How can he care about the etiquette taught by the Supreme Immortal Sect.

He only sneered, and cast his eyes on Ling Zhi.

He said: "It's just a sword? If he likes it, he can dispose of it at will? Heh—"

"It's just... that's all?"

"Throw it away casually?"

He looked at Ling Zhi stubbornly.

Xi Yu was put aside by Ling Zhi.

And Lefeng was lying on the table alone, as if he had made some extraordinary plaything.

Leaf is his natal sword!

Even if it is not of the same origin as Xi Yu, Ling Zhi should know how important it is to him.

He originally thought that Ling Zhi had exchanged his identity order for Lefeng.

I gave myself a chance.

But in the end, it was still his wishful thinking.

"A Jian." Ling Zhi called him.

It seemed that he wanted to explain something, but when he saw Yan Chongyu who was following behind him, he was at a loss for words.

He frowned, squeezed Xi Yu tightly, and asked, "Who is he?"

Haruka Tenzin also said the same thing——

Xiao Yunjian's temperament is innate, and he has a noble family and extraordinary talent.

In addition, Ling Zhi spoiled him day after day, year after year.

How could he change it so easily?

Xiao Yunjian raised his exquisite jaw, and said contemptuously with his eyes: "What does it have to do with you?"

Ling Zhi saw at a glance that Yan Chongyu was not of a human race.

There was also a little haste in his tone: "He is a monster!"

Xiao Yunjian blocked Ling Zhi's gaze, "He saved my life."

After a pause, he glanced at Qinglin, and said again: "What about the Yaozu? The person whose heart is on the tip of your heart is not the Yaozu?"

Qing Lin shrank back in aggrieved way, and looked at Ling Zhi tearfully.

Ling Zhi gritted his teeth and said, "He's different."

Xiao Yunjian laughed, and suppressed the self-deprecating look in his eyes.

He said: "It's different..."

When was it the same?

He thought with joy that it was his own change that made Ling Zhi change.

He also thought that Ling Zhi's replacement of Lefeng with his identity order was his chance.

But he also seems to have forgotten——

He was not the person in the painting!

He pursed his lips, but smiled miserably: "Uncle Shi said exactly what I said. I was the one who was rude just now, but Chong Yu also saved my life. It was Uncle Shi who taught me that the favor of saving life should be repaid by the spring." .”

He said it respectfully.

But Ling Zhi didn't like it.

Before he could open his mouth, Yan Chongyu narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying: "Come on, since you've got the Lefeng, we should go."

Xiao Yunjian only hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward, holding Lefeng in his hand.

The three-foot silver leaf is so dazzling that it can reflect his face——

I don't know if it's because of eating wind and drinking dew these days, or because I lost my spiritual power.

He only thought of a face that he could be proud of before.

But it was full of wind and frost.

His fingertips touched his cheek unconsciously.

Now, he looks even less like the person in the painting.

Xiao Yunjian's once clear eyes were now stained with the colors of the world.

Jealousy, resentment, and wrapped in this indescribable sadness.

His fingertips dug tightly into the skin between his legs.

Through the clothes, a wound was gouged out on the body.

The pain finally made him somewhat clear.

He took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Thank you Shishu and Qinglin for helping to find Lefeng."

Before Ling Zhi could speak, Qinglin had already bent her eyes: "You're welcome."

He had no choice but to swallow back the words he had prepared, and asked dryly, "Why is Lefeng in the pawn shop?"

Xiao Yunjian lowered his head, his eyes were unpredictable.

After a long time, he just said: "Sold out."

Ling Zhi asked again, "Who did it?"

Xiao Yun remonstrated and replied, "Manfang Tower."

Ling Zhi frowned instantly: "Why did you go to Manfang Tower again?"

Earlier, when Xiao Yunjian went to Manfanglou every day about the snake demon, he had already preached.

But now he still doesn't know how to repent, and even his natal sword fell into it.

Ling Zhi always prides himself on being calm.

But now he couldn't hide the darkness in his eyes.

Xiao Yunjian took two steps back, stood by Yan Chongyu's side, and said: "No way. In the past, I wrongly blamed Qinglin, and this snake demon was attracted because of me."

Ling Zhi was surprised: "What?"

However, Qing Lin snorted softly: "I used to say it wasn't me, but Master Xiao always put a high hat on me."

Ling Zhi looked back and snorted "Qinglin", he pursed his mouth, showing a slightly aggrieved gesture.

Xiao Yun remonstrated: "Manfanglou is a snake den, and there has never been more than one snake demon. It was my negligence in the past few days that caused the news to be leaked to them."

"That day, I wanted to go back to the Supreme Immortal Gate, but I got stuck in Manfanglou. I saw the scar on Jiacui's hand from lifting the scales, and I was guided by the spirit-seeking bird. It's a pity that I It was a little later when I became clear, and I fell into their ways."

Ling Zhi's heart tightened, and he asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Xiao Yunjian shook his head: "No, thanks to Chong Yu's rescue, I escaped."

Ling Zhi glanced at Yan Chongyu, saw his cynical look, and asked again: "Then the spirit-seeking bird...?"

Xiao Yunjian was startled, but he forgot about this.

He glanced at Qinglin subconsciously, but saw Qinglin slowly showing a smile to him.

He shrank suddenly, and said nonsense: "There is still a little bit of snake spirit on the net, I was negligent in the past."

Ling Zhi didn't have any doubts, but asked again: "Then when will you escape from Manfang Tower? Why don't you go back to the Supreme Immortal Gate these few days?"

Xiao Yunjian sighed in his heart, how could he go back to the Supreme Immortal Gate?

But he only replied politely: "It's been more than three days."

Ling Zhi frowned: "Three days... have you been with this person all the time?"

His person refers to Yan Chongyu.

Xiao Yunjian also understood.

But I only thought in my heart, where did you ever care about my relationship?

He took a deep breath: "Yes."

He held Leaf tightly in his right hand, his fingertips turned blue.

He didn't look very well.

It came from a few days of study, but most of it was because of Ling Zhi's words from beginning to end.

Yan Chongyu saw it, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "Ah Jian, let's go, we don't need any money, Manfanglou, let's find a way by ourselves. Anyway, you have already got your Leaf, other... don't care so much. "

His eyes lingered between Ling Zhi and Qing Lin, and he smiled.

Ling Zhi's heartbeat stopped for a moment.

He actually called him Ah Jian.

However, Xiao Yunjian looked at Ling Zhi, his expression was not a trace of tenderness.

He bowed and saluted, "Okay, let's go."

He hugged Lefeng in his arms, but he never wanted to leave.

However, Qing Lin came up with a cool sentence: "Just now, brother Ling Zhi used his identity certificate to exchange for Le Feng."

Actually, Xiao Yunjian insisted on keeping Ling Zhi's identity order with him.

Xiao Yunjian took out the identity certificate that had been kept next to the atrium from his bosom, and put it on the table.

——"I didn't mean it, it's just that there were too many things, I forgot. Thank you, uncle, for finding this sword for me, which is nothing but can be given to others at will."

"No..." Ling Zhi wanted to say, but what he said just now was not about Lefeng at all.

It's just that Qinglin asked about a disciple's practice sword that he saw on Wujing Peak earlier.

Qinglin said that the sword body was sparkling and very beautiful, so she deliberately asked for it.

Never thought that when those words were spoken, Xiao Yunjian stood outside the door.

Before his words could be heard by others, Qing Lin shed tears first: "I never wanted to rob Peak Master Xiao of anything, but Brother Ling Zhi said that if I like it, he will give it to me."

Xiao Yunjian couldn't hear these words, so he turned his head to try to be quiet.

Yan Chongyu's fiery temper could not bear it anymore.

He kicked the stool, and rolled to Qinglin's feet with a grunt.

Qinglin seemed to be taken aback, and even the sound of sobbing froze for a moment.

Yan Chongyu looked at him with his arms around him, and said angrily:

"If you are sick, go to the doctor. Why are you crazy here? They talk, why do you have to intervene? Pretend to be like a good person!"

"Is it because he, Xiao Yunjian, said something wrong and serious? It's because you just carried what he said just now and hurt people! It's really amazing, he is a precious little son, and he has to be teased by you , I hear you are acting weird here?"

Xiao Yunjian had no choice but to say——he watched Yan Chongyu speak for him in front of Ling Zhi, what he wanted to say but didn't have the guts to say anymore.

Looking at Qing Lin's increasingly delicate and pitiful posture, he feels relieved in his heart.

He turned around and covered his face with his hands, covering the expression on his lips.

But he still held Yan Chongyu and shook his head at him.

Yan Chongyu's cursing mouth hadn't even closed yet, and he even cast a sideways glance at Qinglin.

Qinglin's tears dripped down as if she didn't want money.

He sobbed and grabbed the corner of Ling Zhi's clothes, and said: "It's my fault, it's all Qinglin's fault, Qinglin dare not speak like this... After Qinglin, never, never speak again, I will not say anymore……"

Yan Chongyu seemed to be disgusted to the point of disgust, and beat around the bush: "Ouch - I won't talk anymore, so you have to sew your mouth shut, so you can't speak."

He made a few gestures of stitching up and down around his lips, and snorted coldly.

Qinglin covered her mouth, trying to suppress her crying.

But there were still quite a few that caught Ling Zhi's ears.

He was so disturbed by this mess that his headache was about to split, and he saw Xiao Yunjian deliberately blocking the eyes between him and Yan Chongyu with his body.

Then he looked at Yan Chongyu more and more, and started to deal with it: "Yunjian, can you ask your friend to say a few words less, every word is thorny."

Xiao Yunjian snorted, but said slowly: "Okay, but I don't think so."

After hearing this, Qinglin rushed towards Xiao Yunjian as if she had been greatly humiliated.

Before Xiao Yunjian had time to think, he subconsciously drew his sword.

There was a flash of cold light on the wind, but Jianfeng couldn't hold it back.

Even if he can't pour spiritual energy into it right now, if Qing Lin rushes straight, he will suffer some pain.

He never thought that Qinglin would really be hurt, but his habit told him to protect him with a sword.

He drew his sword, and Ling Zhi did the same.

In order to prevent Qing Lin from being seriously hurt, Ling Zhi drew his sword at him.

This is……

Second time.

Xiao Yunjian only felt that the time was chaotic, and even the time slowed down a lot.

He could see Ling Zhi attacking him.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword edge that was infused with three points of spiritual energy stabbed towards him——

He couldn't escape.

It turns out... that's it.

Xiao Yunjian closed his eyes, waiting for the final outcome.

There was a loud ding, which made his ears buzz.

For a long time, there was darkness in front of my eyes.

After waiting for a long time, there was color in front of his eyes, but what he saw was——

Leaf has been broken into two pieces, scattered on the ground.

It was at the last moment that Leaf gave birth to the sword spirit and thought.

But he gave up on himself just for the moment Xiao Yunjian existed.

"Listening!—"

Xiao Yunjian couldn't hear anything, he just sat there blankly.

Quietly looking at his sword.

Blood fell from between his forehead and dripped to the ground continuously, staining it red.

But as if he didn't know anything, he staggered to his feet, took his natal sword and hugged it in his arms.