After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Xuan Qing lamented that it was too difficult to be cannon fodder.

There is no script in this world, but fortunately there are reference characters. Since he has become the leader of the villain, then follow the traditional routine and wait for the protagonist group to go up the mountain to fight.

Xuan Qing rubbed the big and small bruises on his arms, and discussed important matters with the elders of the teaching center, Xiaoyao kept nodding behind the curtain.

Elder: "According to the report from the spies, there are wild rumors in the capital that the third prince was assassinated."

Xiaoyao nodded secretly, blaming me.

Elder: "Guardian Zuo reported that the sect was attacked by unknown persons."

Xiaoyao thought, I'm also to blame.

Elder: "Guardian You is not feeling well. I can't meet the leader today. Please forgive me."

Xiaoyao looked sad and blamed me.

He knew in his heart that the world was destined not to be peaceful since he was born.

However, his exquisite heart does not allow him to give up on himself.At least at this moment, he said to himself, he can keep my beauty.The later the world sees his beauty, the later it will fall into madness.

After the discussion was over, everyone retreated, and the two of them were left in the room. Xiaoyao resolutely walked out of the curtain.

"Please give me a mask!"

Xuan Qing: "I don't know how to make a mask."

Xiaoyao raised her hand and touched her beautiful face: "It doesn't need to be too delicate, as long as it can block this face is enough."

Xuan Qing: "...All right."

He delivered on the spot.

It was an extremely simple mask, and it was also an extremely ugly mask.

A piece of black cloth cut three holes!

The moment Xiaoyao saw the mask, his feet went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

"Why don't you go down the mountain and buy one?"

"Funds are tight in teaching, so save as much as you can."

"Why don't you ask your subordinates to make one?"

"Everyone is busy preparing for the grand ceremony, and I will do it myself if I can."

A trace of anxiety flashed across Xiaoyao's eyes: "So you will also make the clothes I wear at the grand ceremony?"

Xuan Qing smiled shyly, the answer was self-evident.

Xiaoyao suddenly felt sad, and tears fell down.

Seeing him crying suddenly, Xuan Qing coaxed him in a hurry: "If you like it, I will make all your clothes from now on."

Hearing this, Xiaoyao couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He thought with tears streaming down his face that the sacrifice was for the sake of the common people in the world.

For the common people of the world!

Xuan Qing: Although I don’t understand it, I am shocked.

When Xiaoyao put on the clothes Xuanqing prepared for him with tears in his eyes and appeared in front of everyone for the first time, everyone looked at him with complicated eyes.

——It is rumored that the Holy Son is a maverick, and it is true.

Xiaoyao lowered his head, and the black cloth mask blocked all his expressions. He sat on the seat with a bowed body, touched the scroll at hand, and looked at the clean table.

In fact, he was ready to make a weeping face.

A beauty like him who deliberately hides her face will never be forgiven by the world. There will definitely be young disciples who will come to tease him without knowing the importance, and then accidentally remove his mask during the tugging, and will bow down under his clothes from then on Down.

Especially the mask can cover his beautiful face, but cannot cover his radiant eyes!

Sure enough, after sitting for less than a moment, a sect master walked over timidly.

"Son……"

He seemed to be hesitating a bit, speaking rather hesitantly.

Xiaoyao remained silent, he was afraid that the other party would be overwhelmed by his charming voice that was one part lazy, two parts ethereal, three parts innocent, and four parts charming.

The door master secretly glanced at the three holes in Xiaoyao's face, gritted his teeth and said, "Dare to ask who made this mask."

Who did it, someone dared to ask this question.

Xiaoyao felt a dull pain in his heart, and no longer cared about his determination to keep his mouth shut, he uttered two words with great difficulty: "Master..."

The sect master was also very surprised: "It turned out to be the leader."

Xiaoyao nodded slightly, no one but him could bear such a painful experience.

The door master took out the exquisite wooden mask in his hand and said: "I have always described myself as exquisite in craftsmanship, and tried to make the most gorgeous clothes for the Holy Son, but I did not expect to disappoint the good intentions of the leader. The leader always said that the development of the Holy Church needs to be down-to-earth, Don't let the golden and jade look ruin the inside, the majestic and tall appearance can make people afraid, but it can't make people feel awe. I always said that the leader is young and ignorant of world affairs, I didn't expect that it was me who couldn't see through. "

He cupped his hands to Xiaoyao and said, "The holy son's words are like enlightenment, I am very grateful!"

Xiaoyao kept staring at the mask in his hand, but didn't listen to a word. Seeing him thanking him at this time, she thought he was finally going to give the mask away, so she was overjoyed, and quickly said, "You're welcome."

He stretched out his hand, but the door master avoided it and said, "Don't bother me, Son, I'll do it myself." Then under Xiaoyao's blank gaze, he snapped off the mask with a "click" and threw it on the ground and stepped on it twice. foot.

"..."

A weeping expression hung on Xiaoyao's face, but unfortunately through the thick black cloth, the door master only saw a pair of squinting eyes.

Ah, the Son laughed.

Feeling very satisfied, the head of the sect said goodbye and turned around, leaving behind a sad Xiaoyao and a broken mask.

When Xuanqing came back, Xiaoyao had been squatting on the ground for a long time.

Xuan Qing walked over to pick up the remains of the mask and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiaoyao didn't answer, but murmured: "I should have known, I should have known."

He is so weak, so it will naturally arouse the desire of others to bully him, and that sect master is no exception.

Xuan Qing glanced at him, then at the object in his hand, and said clearly: "You are learning how to make a mask from me? It doesn't matter if you have a bad hand, I will teach you slowly later."

Xiaoyao took a deep breath, he never thought that saving common people would have to face such deep despair.

How long can I last?

He drew back his eyelashes slightly, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the duckweed was still supported by running water, what about him?

Xuan Qing felt his sadness, hesitated for a moment, and gently embraced his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, everything depends on me."

Xiaoyao's fingertips trembled, and she turned her head movedly, yes, and the leader has a deep affection for him.

Then I heard Xuanqing continue to say: "It doesn't matter if you have a hidden disease, your hands and feet are not working well, and you can't speak clearly. Can our dignified holy religion not even afford to support a holy son?"

"..."

"Why did you kick me?"

Xiaoyao said tremblingly: "Don't think that if you deliberately anger me, I will be fooled by you!"

Xuan Qing:? ? ?

The next day, Xuanqing limped to participate in the succession ceremony. Don’t look at the holy son’s weak appearance every day, but he is actually very powerful, but it’s true, how can he be the devil’s holy son in a place without any evil ways? .

Xuanqing looked at the number [-] in the harem on the list of characters and began to panic. He has not dared to set foot in the backyard so far. He has reason to suspect that the White Lotus Sect became famous in the martial arts world through spiritual pollution.

On the other hand, Xiaoyao just looked at his shadow and felt sorry for himself every day. He didn't know any prayers, and said a few "babbles" indiscriminately, and poured out the holy water in the basin.

Just like that, Xuan Qing was splashed all over his head and face at the grand ceremony, and his clothes were completely wet.He recalled the scene when Xiaoyao's toes touched the lake when he first met, and wiped his face and said, "Could it be your footwashing water?"

"..."

The atmosphere turned sharply down, and the scene froze immediately.

No one spoke, and no one dared to speak.They all stared at Xiaoyao in unison.

Xiaoyao pursed her lips and said, "Not only have you washed your feet, but you've also taken a bath."

Everyone gasped again in unison, but the sect master who admired him stood up and knelt down with a "plop".

"It turns out that the Holy Son has been baptized with holy water, and the revival of our holy religion is hopeful!"

When he knelt down, the sect masters behind him exchanged glances and knelt down.Immediately, like the wind and waves passing through the forest, Hulala fell to his knees.

"Long live the leader, long live the son!"

"Long live the leader, long live the son!"

"Long live the leader, long live the son!"

Faced with this situation, Xiaoyao has only one thought in his heart.

——They were really all fascinated by me.

Faced with this situation, Xuan Qing also had a feeling in his heart.

——It's getting cold, let the brain-dead sect be destroyed.