As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

Xiao Yunjian looked at Ling Zhi in a daze, his hands and feet were numb.

I can't believe that these words came from Ling Zhi's mouth.

He only felt that his breath was disordered for a moment, and the spiritual energy injected into the sword counterattacked back.

It completely messed up his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

Xiao Yunjian choked out a mouthful of blood from his lips.

But he didn't move.

Ling Zhi didn't even move.

It's as if the person who used to wish to protect each other with his life for his own sake suddenly changed his gender.

Obviously at the previous moment, he was still holding the cloak, trying to protect himself from the wind and rain.

But in an instant, the sky changed.

He held down the Leaf tenaciously.

He even stared at Ling Zhi in a daze.

Ling Zhi pursed his lips subconsciously.

But the words that came out were still: "Let him go, I'll save your life."

For a moment, he fell into an ice cave.

It was as if the chest had been torn apart severely, and the pain was piercing to the bone.

He thought he was the scum...

But why is it so sad?

He doesn't understand.

he does not know.

It just so happened that the breeze knocked off the boy's cloak.

Xiao Yunjian finally saw a face that was [-]% similar to his own.

No, it should be because I am [-]% like him.

He suddenly remembered the painting hanging in Ling Zhi's room.

In the past, he always thought that Ling Zhi's paintings didn't quite resemble him because of his lack of skill in painting.

But now I suddenly understand——

Where is not refined?

There is no deviation in the painting, it is completely similar to the person in front of him.

The same.

Thinking of how many times he had lost his temper with Ling Zhi because of this incident.

The expression on Ling Zhi's face is really intriguing.

I vaguely remember that there was a scarlet tear mole under the left corner of the person in the painting.

Xiao Yunjian once only thought that it was Ling Zhi's outline of the red plum forest behind him, and he accidentally ended up.

He even told Ling Zhimo to get distracted again, so he used his fingertips to pick off the redness.

Even the phrase "I miss you very much".

Now that I think about it carefully, I am afraid that it is not talking to myself.

And, and...

Those piles of piles are one after another, but they don't even have half a heart for themselves.

Ling Zhi's affectionate eyes...

Who do you see through yourself?

Xiao Yunjian sneered to himself.

His originally gentle eyebrows suddenly retracted, and his eyes were as cold as a pool of cold water.

He flipped his wrist down, and the Leaf jingled and landed on the table.

It seemed that he could no longer suppress the pain from the spiritual chaos just now, and he staggered a few steps.

Clenching a mouthful of silver teeth, bright red overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

He knew that he couldn't lose.

But he still couldn't help but staggered two steps, tried to stabilize his figure, and asked, "Then what am I?"

——"As you said, each takes what he needs, and it's all for fun."

Ling Zhi indifferently withdrew Xi Yu from his vital veins, and his eyes never stopped for him.

Xiao Yunjian finally swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth.

He grinned the corners of his mouth, and smiled wildly to himself.

Whatever you want, just play around.

What a harsh statement.

But it happened that he had said it to Ling Zhi countless times before.

It was he who told Ling Zhi that he was not sincere.

But in the end, where is it just yourself without sincerity?

Xiao Yunjian, as if he had just heard the sounds around him, was already pointing and discussing——

"Isn't this Xiao Yunjian's Taoist companion? Why did you fight against him because of a demon clan?"

"What stupid thing is Ling Zhi doing! He even started a scene at the Demon Slaying Conference, isn't he afraid of losing face for the Supreme Immortal Sect?"

"It's a bit gratifying. Xiao Yunjian, who is so heartless and ungrateful, deserves to be humiliated like this!"

He closed his eyes.

It was at this moment that he didn't care about the eyes of others.

What else is worth caring about?

Daoist Yaotian floated down beside the two of them, standing between them with his hands behind his back, using his body to block many eyes that fell on Xiao Yunjian.

He frowned and asked Ling Zhi, "Junior Brother, what's going on?"

As soon as Ling Zhi put his hands together, he bowed like a cloud and flowing water, and said: "I just met an old friend, so don't worry about the senior brother in charge."

Xiao Yunjian listened to his words, but gave a cold snort.

Yao Tianzheng asked again: "Who is the old man who is worthy of your meeting with Yun Jian in such a meeting?"

He looked at the monster boy kneeling beside him, raised his hand and lifted the cloak covering his face.

The guests in the distance couldn't see clearly, and they couldn't bear to let go of their devotional face and stretched their necks to look around.

Yao Tianren saw it clearly.

Ling Zhi lowered his head slightly, his eyes gliding over Xiao Yunjian's face.

Xiao Yunjian turned his head, but when his eyes went away, he turned back straight again.

His fingertips unconsciously grabbed the corner of the clothes, rubbing the clothes that had never been flatter into pieces.

But Ling Zhi said: "It is this old man, please forgive me, brother."

Master Yaotian sighed: "Then you shouldn't be under the eyes of all the people..."

Ling Zhi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and said, "It's just a matter of urgency."

It's a good thing to do things urgently.

At the beginning, these words were all placed on myself.

Xiao Yunjian snorted and turned his face away coldly.

He glared angrily at the monster boy at the center of the incident, and looked at that very familiar side face.

Picking up the cloak casually, it covered the boy from head to toe.

He twitched the corners of his lips, and glanced at Ling Zhi provocatively, but didn't say a word.

Yaotian Zhenren has always been extremely gentle, but at this time he is also quite helpless.

But in this scene, Ling Zhi is even more refusing to give up.

He had no choice but to say to the guests present: "Our Supreme Immortal Sect was ill-prepared and mistakenly selected this ordinary person suffering from ichthyosis, so that my junior brother Ling Zhi was in a hurry and created such a scandal. Please forgive me , at this time tomorrow, we will meet again at the Demon Slaying Conference."

Since Yao Tianren, a highly respected person, has already spoken, naturally no one has given much thought to it.

Waiting for all the guests to leave, Yaotian raised his hand and weaved a barrier on the dome so that others could not see or hear it.

He didn't find out the fault of Ling Zhi and Xiao Yunjian first, but he just asked the shivering young man, "Who are you?"

The young man shrank his shoulders, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Hui, Hui Zhenren...my name is Qinglin."

Master Yaotian responded and told him to look up.

Xiao Yunjian folded his arms and stood on one side, leaning his green scales.

When he saw that mirror-like face again, he still bit the tip of his lip.

He really wanted to pretend to be indifferent, but his heart still seemed to be tightly twisted.

It hurts like hell.

Master Yaotian asked again: "When were you born? How old are your parents? How did you...be born with such a face?"

Qing Lin seemed to be terrified, and leaned a little in Ling Zhi's direction.

Xiao Yunjian looked at his posture and snorted coldly: "I am that kind of guy..."

The word substitute came to his lips, but he swallowed it back completely.

So proud.

How could he live in such a status.

Wouldn't that be a joke?

Xiao Yunjian clenched his fingers tightly.

But after shaking his body twice, his face turned a little too pale.

I can't wait to step forward quickly and separate the two people who are very close to each other.

Obviously not like this.

He should be the one who has no heart!

Xiao Yunjian only felt that his eyes were so sore that he couldn't help but purse his lips.

Ling Zhi bent down, pulled Qing Lin's hair, and said gently, "Don't be afraid."

Qing Lin seemed to have won the backbone, and then said anxiously: "I was born with such a look."

With his eyes lowered and his back bent, he looked more and more pitiful.

"I was born with this appearance, heh—" Xiao Yunjian sneered, "I don't know, when was your birth date?"

Qing Lin seemed to be extremely afraid of Xiao Yun's remonstrance, sobbing and said: "Qian, Qianyuan three years."

Qianyuan three years!

That was 200 years ago.

Even before Xiao Yunjian was born, this Qinglin was already...

Is it not clear which comes first?

Xiao Yunjian caught a glimpse of surprise on Lingzhi's face, and stared at Qinglin intently.

His heart stopped, Ling Zhi's attitude clearly showed his certainty about something.

Qinglin had been kneeling for a long time, and the sun was quite strong at noon, his face was pale, his lips were dry, he swayed twice, and actually fell to the side.

Ling Zhi hurriedly stepped forward to hold his body, and asked worriedly, "Is there something wrong?"

Qinglin slowly shook her head, but a dazzling object fell out of her large robe.

Xiao Yunjian felt that it was too glaring.

He awakened Lefeng, picked the object into his hand before Qinglin.

It doesn't look like scales on Qinglin's face, but more like eggshells.

The blue and white background, against the backdrop of the sun, shines with colorful halos.

"Give it back to me..." Qinglin's voice was hoarse, but she still stretched out her hand to reach for the eggshell.

Seeing that there was no hope, he tugged on Ling Zhi's sleeve.

With tears in his eyes, he coughed heavily twice.

Seeing his posture, Xiao Yunjian felt that it was an eyesore, and then he pinched the eggshell on his fingertips and said: "What is it, it needs to be checked by the Supreme Immortal Sect."

But he never thought that when he turned around with a flick of his sleeves, Ling Zhi would actually take this thing for Qing Lin.

Xi Yu's sword came straight to Xiao Yun's remonstrance.

Xiao Yunjian raised his arm subconsciously to block it.

He only thinks of Ling Zhi, no matter how ruthless and ungrateful, he should be regarded as a fellow student.

"Ling Zhi!—"

Xiao Yunjian clutched his left arm, his azure shirt was completely stained with blood.

He came back to his senses before looking at Ling Zhi in disbelief.

But he didn't even see the flash of guilt on Ling Zhi's face.

Second time.

This is the second time!

Ling Zhi has never hurt himself, but he hurt himself twice today.

Why?

His face was pale, but he looked even worse than Qing Lin who was kneeling on the ground.

A wound on the neck, blood stains on the lips.

Now close this bloody shirt again.

He just felt that nowhere... was as painful as his heart wringing.

The eggshell was thrown into the air and fell into the hands of Yao Tianzhen.

He looked at the eggshell for a moment, then took a deep breath and said:

"Ling Zhi... for hurting fellow disciples, I spent three days thinking about it on Wujing Peak."

"Yun Jian, you go back to heal your wounds first, and you don't have to show up at the Demon Slaying Conference tomorrow."

Xiao Yunjian's eyes were red: "Master!——"

Master Yaotian waved his hand at him: "But I want you to rest for a few days. You are still my first apprentice, the elder brother of the Supreme Immortal Sect."

"Master..." Xiao Yunjian was still a little unwilling.

Master Yaotian put the eggshell into his arms, and raised his hand to infuse spiritual energy to stop Xiao Yun's bleeding.

His voice was still gentle, but he couldn't help questioning: "Yun Jian, go."

Xiao Yunjian had no choice but to answer: "Yes."

"As for you—" Master Yaotian's eyes fell on Qinglin, "Come back with me and interrogate carefully."

He originally wanted to tell Qinglin, the scourge, to go down the mountain quickly.

But now, after looking at the eggshell, he had no choice but to ask about the origin of this green scale.

Xiao Yunjian's heart is refreshing, but fortunately he still has a master who stood up for him.

Qinglin suddenly moistened the corners of his eyes, he shook his head desperately, slumped down, and tightly grasped the corner of Lingzhi's clothes.

Ling Zhi couldn't bear it, he didn't care about being punished, so he said: "Brother, can you not make it difficult for him?"

Yao Tian said: "I never make things difficult for others."

Qinglin was still afraid: "Please...please!"

He staggered a few steps and fell in front of Xiao Yunjian, and kowtowed to Xiao Yunjian several times.

The gravel on his forehead was mixed with blood, which looked pitiful.

Even Xiao Yunjian suddenly felt refreshed.

But now it puts him in a difficult situation.

Is it really possible to make him show mercy——

Is it okay to intercede for this person?