After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

A quarter of an hour later, on the only way back to the room, Xuanqing met Xiaoyao who was sitting under the eaves of the corridor, and his 45-degree sad profile.

Xuanqing paused subconsciously, ready to take a detour, but Xiaoyao looked back as if she had installed a radar.

"You don't have to apologize."

Xuan Qing: "I'm not going to apologize."

Xiaoyao continued to look up at the sky at 45 degrees: "I have no appetite."

Xuan Qing touched his nose, not knowing how the topic jumped to appetite, so he took advantage of the situation and said perfunctorily: "I have sauced pig's trotters today."

Xiaoyao sneered: "In your opinion, am I just a vulgar bastard who only knows pig's feet?"

"Of course not, why do you think so?" Xuan Qing asked in surprise.

Xiaoyao remained silent, and turned her gaze back out of the window.

Xuan Qing said: "Sauce elbow, sauce beef, roasted duck, roasted goose, steamed lamb, steamed deer tail, stewed duck, bacon...all of them are delicious."

"..."

"Your stomach growled."

"...I heard it."

Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, smashed the jar and said, "Do you have chicken feet with pickled peppers?"

Xuan Qing was startled, and praised sincerely: "You really know how to eat."

Xiaoyao: "You can eat it, your whole family can eat it!"

Xuan Qing:? ? ?

Xuan Qing: "Thank you for the compliment?"

Xiaoyao: "..."

"White Lotus Treasure Book" says that lotus flowers are all equally sensitive and fragile. No matter what kind of lotus flower, the ultimate fate is that they will not get the love of the protagonist and die alone.

Xiaoyao looked back on the first half of his life, and then looked forward to the second half of his life, feeling that life has no hope.

He threw both the black mask and the green mask to Xuan Qingdao: "I will never force a smile again."

Xuan Qing said: "Okay, I'll make you a crying face."

He became more and more proficient in making the mask. He threw the red cloth into the air and stabbed it with a few swords. Two holes and a drawn arc were formed.

Xiaoyao lamented in his heart, his movements were so chic, but the things he made were so ugly, if he wasn't the protagonist, he would have been beaten to death, how can he stand in the position of the leader and put on the mask for him.

Xiaoyao said: "In front of you, what's the point of my covering up?"

Xuan Qing said: "The Son of God and I share the important task of revitalizing the Holy Cult, so we should treat each other honestly and there is no need to hide it."

That's right, Xiaoyao said to herself, I'm the most beautiful woman in the world when I take off the mask, and I'm the Holy Son when I put on the mask, I have to cheer up.

He took the bitter face mask from Xuan Qing's hand and said: "I've made up my mind, go and call the sect master."

"Wait," Xuan Qing looked at his green robe and said, "Since you have changed your mask, let me add a new dress for you by the way."

"No need." Xiaoyao flatly refused.

"It's okay," Xuan Qing said, "It's the satin left over from my tailoring, just wait, it will be ready soon."

Do not!

Xiaoyao froze with one hand in the air, seeing Xuan Qing's back gradually drifting away, unable to stop.

He raised his head and let out a silent cry:

"Heaven is jealous of beauty, God is jealous of beauty!"

"Lord Qimen."

"..."

"Lord Qimen?"

"..."

"Lord Qimen!"

"what?"

Xiaoyao coughed forcefully twice, even though his aura was first-rate, even his robe and mask couldn't cover it, it's really wrong to see him fascinated in front of the leader.

Master Qimen came back to his senses, bowed and said, "Congratulations to the leader, congratulations to the holy son."

"Huh?" Xuan Qing asked strangely, "Congratulations for what, and congratulations for what?"

"This..." Lord Qimen's eyes wandered over the big red clothes on the two, "Congratulations to the leader and the Holy Son for their marriage."

Hearing this, Xiaoyao blushed suddenly, competing with the mask.He sneaked a glance at Xuan Qing, secretly looking forward to his reaction, but Xuan Qing calmly explained: "The sect master misunderstood."

Xiaoyao couldn't hide her disappointment, and twisted his back hard.

Xuan Qing gasped.

Lord Qimen was startled, stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it again, he also took a deep breath.

Xiaoyao was infected by them, and also gasped.

Lord Qimen lowered his voice and said, "Does the leader want to marry the Holy Son in secret?"

When Xiaoyao heard the word "marriage", her hand trembled, and she twisted it backhandedly.

Xuan Qing grinned.

Lord Qimen nodded: "I understand, there are some old and stubborn people in the sect, I will walk around with them more when I go back. If anyone dares to question..." He said with a stern look in his eyes, "I will never let him dirty the ears of the sect master."

Xuan Qing gritted his teeth and said, "Master, I mean..."

Xiaoyao sensed that there was a difference in the atmosphere, so she quickly let go, and Xuanqing's flesh was liberated, and she subconsciously let out a breath.

Lord Qimen thought that he had relieved the worries of the leader, and his brows returned to peace, and he said with a smile: "You don't need to worry too much, the little ones will take care of themselves." Then he turned to Xiaoyao and said, "Master Yuan also supports you .”

Master Yuan, who is that?

Xiaoyao blinked in confusion.

Forget it, he has so many admirers, how could he remember their names one by one.

Xuan Qing said helplessly: "Misunderstanding, I have no intention of getting married."

"Not the Holy Son?" Lord Qimen whispered, "Then who do you plan to marry, Young Master Wu, Young Master Jiang or Young Master Pei?"

Xuan Qing: "...Neither of them."

Forget, he also has Sannomiya Sixth Hospital.

Master Qimen sighed regretfully, their sect masters are all good, but not giving titles is not good.

And Xiaoyao was secretly observing the dancer from the Western Regions.

When she walks, her waist always twists and turns, when she talks, she always covers her mouth with her hands, and when she looks at people, she always stares at you.

Following her example, Xiaoyao floated in front of Xuanqing like a weak willow, covered the lower half of his face with his hand, met his probing eyes, and said angrily, "Master."

Xuan Qing was shocked by the sound of "religious master", pulled him into his arms, and hugged him hard.

Xiaoyao was overjoyed, before he could let out a gasp, he heard Xuan Qing say: "I will definitely cure you."

Xiaoyao: "..."

Xuan Qing: "If you are sick, you have to be treated. Don't give up."

Xiaoyao: "..."

Xuan Qing: "Thou shalt not treat diseases!"

Xiaoyao silently raised his sandbag-sized fist.

Xuan Qing:? ? ?Why am I always the one who's hurt? ? ?

Xiaoyao put on the crying face mask angrily, and didn't want to understand Xuanqing for two days, no, three days.

The scene of the Holy Son hiding his face and running away at the door of the master's room is already a scene that the sect masters are familiar with.

Sect Master Yuan said with emotion: "The Holy Son is looking for abuse again."

Lord Qimen said: "You don't understand, the Holy Son is suffering in his heart, but he doesn't say anything."

Sect Master Yuan was puzzled: "Who in the sect can bully the Holy Son?" As far as his strange strength is concerned, no one can provoke him.

"Actually..." Master Qimen whispered in his ear, "The Holy Son is terminally ill."

Sect Master Yuan was surprised: "Impossible."

Lord Qimen: "How can it be impossible? I overheard it with my own ears. How could the teacher's words be false?"

The North Gate Master passing by:! ! !

Soon, rumors that "the end of the Holy Son is approaching" spread throughout the Holy Church.

As soon as Xiaoyao stepped out of the room, she was baptized by the gazes of the church, big and small.

"Why are they all staring at me?" he asked.

Xuan Qing replied without changing his face: "Probably because your clothes look better today."

Xiaoyao disagreed and said, "Obviously he is a good-looking person."

"Well," Xuan Qing said, "Red complements your complexion well, and it is indeed better than your green robe."

Xiaoyao thought, what do you know.I wear red not only because I look good, it can be described as "charming all living beings".

It's a pity that he always thinks that the leader is the protagonist in his mind, and he is doomed to miss him. No matter how beautiful Peacock Ling is, he doesn't want to open his screen.

"The envoy from the Western Regions is going back today, let's see him off," Xuan Qing said.

Xiaoyao cheered up: "The dancer is leaving too?"

"It's natural," Xuan Qing looked at him and said, "If you don't want her, I can ask her to stay."

"Who can't bear it!" Xiaoyao said displeased.

Xuan Qing looked at his excessive reaction, thoughtfully said: "It turns out that you were not sick before, but you were imitating her."

"..."

Xiaoyao is ready to scratch him to death if he dares to say "Dong Shi imitates".

Xuan Qing sighed leisurely and said, "You really care about her."

"..."

I really should scratch him to death.

Xiaoyao only hated his flat nails for not living up to expectations.

- Boom!

At this time, there was a loud noise in the distance, and Xiaoyao jumped onto Xuanqing's body in a fright.

He looked at the brilliant colors in the sky and complained, wondering which fool set off fireworks in broad daylight.

Xiaoyao was still thinking about fools, but Xuanqing frowned and had a serious expression.

Seeing that Xiaoyao unconsciously tightened his arms: "Could it be fireworks, or wolf smoke?"

Xuan Qing said solemnly: "It's a farewell firework, but I'm going to be strangled to death by you."

Xiaoyao's face flushed, and she wanted to let go, but she was a little unwilling.

"Do you feel that I am as light as a feather, weak and boneless, with a strange fragrance in my body?"

Xuan Qing said: "Do you remember that you ate sauced beef, roast duck, bacon and suckling pig for lunch?"

"..."

Xiaoyao shook her head, put the back of her hand on her forehead: "Ah, I'm going to faint, what did you just say?"

Xuan Qing repeated: "You ate beef with sauce, roasted duck, and velvet for lunch..."

Xiaoyao's heart beat, and she blocked his mouth with her forehead.

As soon as the leader of the North Gate arrived, what he saw was the scene of the leader holding the Son in his arms, kissing him affectionately... with a red cloth in his mouth.

North Gate Master:! ! !

Soon, the rumors that "the holy son has no real name, endured humiliation for many years, and became ill from depression" spread throughout the church.

Seeing the Holy Son groaning without illness every day, and the constant rumors in the tossing church, just like the hot search list on Weibo, Xuanqing decided to shoulder the responsibility of the leader and personally reason with him.

Xuan Qing said: "Look at the fireworks, although they are beautiful, they only have a momentary brilliance."

Xiaoyao Nahan.

Xuan Qing said again: "Isn't it true that people are like this, no matter how beautiful the skin is, there will always be a day when it will turn into dry bones."

Xiaoyao seemed to realize something.

Xuan Qing concluded: "Stop guessing, and do something practical."

Xiaoyao had an epiphany.

He looked at Xuanqing with tears streaming down his face: "Thank you, for breaking my ignorance, I was always troubled by my appearance, but I ignored it, a crystal clear man like me should not be turbid in the world. "

Xuanqing didn't understand a single punctuation mark, but this did not prevent the Holy Son from fully realizing.

Xiaoyao has long been acutely aware that everyone is looking at him more and more strangely.

Alas, white lotus, white lotus.

His destined return was to wither and wither.

Xiaoyao caressed the Buddhist scriptures given to him by the Right Protector, with a lot of thoughts. He used to not believe in fate, but now he does.

Thus, the first major event happened after Xuanqing took over as the leader——

The Holy Son has left home.