Stealing the Hero’s Cool Script

Following Yang Jing's movements, the people under the stands knelt down on one knee in the direction of Yan Yu. This scene was so spectacular that, to be honest, Yan Yu felt a little apprehensive watching it.

She feels that she is now like the cult leader who was put on stage temporarily. Yang Jing is the second in command who helps the evildoers. He incites the worship of the people with a few words and messes with individual heroism.

If this was put into modern times, she would be afraid that she would be arrested and put in a trap.

"Princess, you are too serious. I can't bear it." Yan Yu gritted her teeth secretly, and competed with Yang Jing with her arms. She didn't expect this little girl to look so skinny and strong.

It is estimated that Yin Beiqing, who was on the side, couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled Yan Yu's arm back with such force that he almost threw Yang Jing, who refused to let go, directly to the audience.

"Goddess, please don't say that, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be standing here today, if it wasn't for you, I—"

"Cough cough..." Yan Yu really couldn't bear it anymore, she could only tilt her head and cough a few times to interrupt her "teaching", "I'm sorry princess, I'm not feeling well today, maybe..."

She didn't finish her sentence, she stopped to pant heavily, coughed twice from time to time, and finally looked at her with trembling eyelashes as if she couldn't even blink.

Fortunately, the skin of the original body, originally looked like he might die at any time and anywhere, the credibility of pretending to be sick is extremely high, and Yang Jing still has a certain understanding, so he quickly reacted.

"Look at my memory, the goddess has not recovered yet, so she should rest more."

"I'm sorry, Princess."

"It's okay, I'll go to the academy to see you when my legs are more flexible. It happens that my little sister is also going to school in Yuling."

No need.

"Let's go." Yin Beiqing was not in the mood to stand still and listen to Yang Jing's continuation. If she didn't want to hear Yan Yu's chanting about "be careful with your behavior" and "don't be honest," she would have resisted and left with her car.

Two words stopped Yang Jing's words, and without waiting for the two to formally say goodbye, she released the brake of the wheelchair and pushed Yan Yu down the steps to make it flat.

"Hey! Goddess..." Yang Jing staggered two steps forward and was stopped by the steps. She said regretfully, "I will pray for you day and night, and wish you a speedy recovery."

Yan Yu didn't dare to turn her head back, pretending that she didn't hear. Fortunately, Yin Beiqing pushed the wheelchair fast enough, and took her away from the crowd in a short while.

At the corner, Yin Beiqing slowed down a little, and stepped on the brake with a "click".

"What's wrong?" Yan Yu looked up at her.

Yin Beiqing remained silent, grabbed her right hand that Yang Jing had touched just now and began to wipe it with such force that the back of her hand turned red with a few strokes.

Yan Yu endured the pain, but didn't take his hand away, "Actually, this is just normal contact. I can't shake hands with people wearing gloves all the time."

"It's not impossible."

"Yang Jing is a princess. Someone takes care of dressing and washing her face, and takes care of her shoes. Those hands are much cleaner than mine." Yan Yu said while touching Yin Beiqing with his left hand, "So, do you have to wipe it again? ?”

Yin Beiqing didn't respond. Instead, she lowered her head and pinched her left hand, put it under her nose and sniffed lightly, as if to identify whether she was contaminated with other people's smell.

"You are different."

Her tone was very flat, she probably didn't think about it when she said this, but Yan Yu was stunned.

Often subconscious unintentional words can best reveal the true inner thoughts of this person.

"Okay, let's go." She lowered her voice to pretend to be calm, "Go back early, and you can still catch up with the evening class."

"Yeah." Yin Beiqing threw away the handkerchief, put his hands back on the wheelchair, and mentioned what happened just now to her.

"The one on the stage should be a counterfeit."

"You can see it too?" After all, the Tiannan tribe's disguise technique is very superb, and even the birthmark on Li Tao's abdomen is made exactly the same.

"It smells different."

"Your nose is quite good." Yan Yu smiled.

"You should be able to measure the position of your real body." Yin Beiqing touched the back of her waist quietly, as if she could immediately draw out a dagger as soon as she let go, "How to deal with it."

"Have you forgotten what I said before?"

"..." Yin Beiqing could only let go of his hands reluctantly.

"Yang Pei's drama today is to make us have no excuse to pursue it."

But people, especially greedy people, will always show their feet. If her prediction is correct, Li Taofu should soon be unable to hold back and send him to the door.

"So we can only wait?" Yin Beiqing said in a deep voice, "I don't have the patience to wait for someone to deliver it to me."

"No, we won't wait." Yan Yu lightly hammered his leg, "It's just that if you want this fire to burn well, of course you need some combustion accelerant."

But for things like lighting a fire, of course it is safer to borrow someone else's hands.

Li Taofu's purpose for taking blood is nothing more than two, one is to have a significant increase in soul power in a short period of time, and the other... is to replace her pretending to be a goddess.

Yan Yu's personal guess is more inclined to the latter, because if it is the former, with the help of the golden finger of the system, it would be much more convenient and low-key for Li Tao to achieve his goal in other ways, and since Yang Pei chose to cooperate with him, It means that the purpose of the two is consistent.

And if this is the case, why Yang Pei is willing to sing a one-man show with great fanfare for a small role like Li Taofu is also easy to explain.

Establishing a fake goddess who can be manipulated at will can not only remove Yan Yu's thorn in the side, but also drive Yin Beiqing back to Langdie Valley immediately.

"He is the kind of person who thinks he is the center of the world, and dreams of becoming the center of attention." Yan Yu pinched his sleeves and said lightly, "So I thought of a good destination for him, a grand ending that is enough to attract attention."

She was shrouded in light, her golden pupils and white skin had a holy aura, and she spoke in a gentle and kind tone, which hinted at cruelty.

But Yin Beiqing became more and more infatuated with her like this.

Because, her belief is not the mercy of the common people with tolerance and love.

…

Yan Yu, who returned to the academy, of course received a lot of concerned greetings and attentions. She thanked and answered them one by one, but she turned around and went to class as usual.

Fortunately, Yu Ling's students didn't gossip so much, and after confirming that she was fine, they didn't pester her to discuss the details of the incident.

Everyone tacitly chose to be in front of Yan Yu, pretending that this hadn't happened, but this kind of pretending was somewhat deliberate in Yan Yu's view.

For example, if she just answered a basic question in class, the whole class immediately stood up and clapped wildly for her with encouraging and appreciative eyes. At this time, the teacher had to raise his voice to signal that they were almost done.

After the two-hour class, Yan Yu was not only worried about whether the teacher's voice was hoarse, but also whether the students' palms were swollen.

She never once wanted to leave the classroom with the footsteps of fleeing, but unfortunately one day when she had such thoughts, she happened to be in a wheelchair.

I originally thought that I would sleep soundly at night on such a mentally exhausted day, but when I closed my eyes, I had several nightmares in a row.

In the dream, the scene of the severed head was repeated, Yan Yu was forced to smell the **** smell, which was obviously a smell she was used to, but it suddenly made her want to vomit.

When I woke up, it was still dark.

Yan Yu eased her breath, propped herself up with her arms, and her goal was the teacup by the table.

She slammed her body into the wheelchair with great effort, and was careful not to make any noise. Just as she stretched out her hand to reach for something, there was a sudden "creak" sound in the silent room, as if the bed board was bouncing up and down. loud movement.

Soon she smelled the familiar cold fragrance approaching, and the person behind her leaned over, and the loose hair just fell on the side of her neck, thin and soft, touching the skin so that every inch of the senses was automatically magnified.

"Drink hot." The voice pressed against the pinna, and the breath sprayed while speaking enveloped her.

Seeing that Yan Yu didn't respond, Yin Beiqing simply held her hand and took the initiative to use spiritual methods to heat the temperature in the water glass for her.

Yan Yu paused for a few seconds, then suddenly retracted his hand as if hitting a spring.

"Too hot?" Yin Beiqing's tone was a bit puzzled, she felt that the temperature was just right.

But subconsciously worried, she chose to pinch Yan Yu's index finger and put it in her mouth, and rolled the hot finger into her mouth with her tongue, using a slight sucking/sucking method to reduce her pain.

Yan Yu also couldn't explain why she reacted so strongly, she could only attribute it temporarily to not being used to Yin Beiqing's sudden approach like a ghost.

She was relatively calm this time, and quickly hid her fingers behind her back, answering Yin Beiqing's last question.

"Not hot."

She picked up the cup with her free hand, raised her head and drank the water in it. Originally, she wanted to count on it to quench her thirst, but the more she drank, the drier she became.

It must be too thick.

She raised her hand, and while unbuttoning the coat, she asked, "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I haven't slept."

Oh, almost forgot, this man doesn't need to sleep.

I don't know if it was because of the dim light at night, but Yan Yu always felt that as long as he left a word, the atmosphere would become strangely peaceful.

"Then what did you do last night?"

"Reading."

Yan Yu finally ended her "battle" with that thick pajama jacket, she couldn't wait to tear off the sleeves, so as to get rid of the stuffy feeling as soon as possible, but she still remembered Yin Beiqing's words on her lips.

"Then you can watch it now."

"I don't like watching it now." Yin Beiqing didn't say the last half of the sentence.

Now listening to Yan Yu's breathing, she could spend the whole night with her eyes open, and she gradually showed signs of turning this matter into a small hobby.

The number of times increased, and she began to be able to distinguish different states of Yan Yu's sleep. For example, when she fell asleep tonight, she had shortness of breath, accompanied by sleep talking from time to time, and she didn't seem to sleep very well.

Thinking of this, she took the initiative to reach out to touch Yan Yu's neck, and she felt a thin layer of sweat.

"You didn't sleep well tonight because of something during the day?"

Yan Yu couldn't help recalling that scene. In fact, it's not that he hasn't seen the bloodiest scene before.

I always dreamed of that scene at night, probably because I was in a restless mood, and I was somewhat affected by Yang Pei's words.

"No."

"Lie." Yin Beiqing's words were only audible, as if he was only speaking for himself.

Yan Yu felt guilty of being trampled on, "I didn't lie."

Because I decided not long ago to be more honest with this person.

"Well, I can't sleep well, but my mental endurance is not that bad."

"That's it."

The scenery in front of Yan Yu suddenly turned quickly, and Yin Beiqing lifted her from the wheelchair.

"What are you doing?"

"Take you to bed."

Yan Yu's nerves relaxed, and she secretly criticized her sensitivity in her heart.

But soon she knew that this sensitivity was not completely unreasonable.

"Then what are you doing now?" She raised her upper body and looked at the woman lying beside her calmly.

Yin Beiqing turned her head in her direction, and said innocently and confidently, "Sleep with you."

"why?"

Yin Beiqing took her hand and hugged her waist tightly, "Because of this, I will sleep better."

After finishing speaking, she imitated Yan Yu's previous movements and patted her on the back.

"Don't be afraid."

The author has something to say:

Sister Yin's brain circuit: When my wife hugged me, I slept soundly, so the reverse must be the same. Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-08-29 18:10:47~2021-08-3018:09:22~

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