I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 216 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (83)

"As ordered!"

At the call, hundreds of demons responded, and the demons who had been thirsty for a war rushed forward and fought with the disciples of Jiugongmen.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

But before the disciples of Jiugongmen were harmed at all, dense icy silk came from the sky and wrapped around all the demons like spider silk, making them unable to move.

A fierce palm blew out, sending them flying.

The demons wailed everywhere, the sound never stopped.

In this situation, Ye Zhao came walking on the wind and landed slowly.

Since he appeared, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"Mingxi Immortal Venerable!"

When the disciples of Jiugongmen saw him, their eyes were filled with admiration and they gathered around him like a tide.

Even though they had never seen Ye Zhao's true face, every time they saw him, they could not suppress the hidden desire in their hearts.

But in their eyes, he was like the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, unattainable and unbearable to be humiliated.

"Are you hurt?" Ye Zhao knew that he was a step too late and was worried that something might happen to them.

No one could bear to hear this, fearing that he would worry, so they all shook their heads and explained, "No, no, we're fine."

Ye Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you're okay."

"Tsk." A clear sneer suddenly sounded.

Dispelled the warm and lively scene.

Hearing this voice, Ye Zhao's expression paused slightly, then he looked at the people surrounded by demons.

As I walked closer, the noise around me seemed to suddenly become quiet.

The other party noticed that he was looking at him, and his straight gaze attacked him like a sharp sword.

After several years, they met on the battlefield and the atmosphere was weird.

"Long time no see, my good master." Hua Jingmian's tone was indescribably sarcastic.

Ye Zhao walked out of the crowd, unmoved. "You and I are no longer a master-disciple relationship. I don't need to call you Master anymore."

Only he knows how much of this sentence is true and how much is false.

A cold light seemed to pass through his eyes, and Hua Jingmian was filled with murderous aura. "It has been ten years. It is time to settle our debt. I am not here to reminisce about the past, but to avenge my beloved."

"In that case, just target me, it has nothing to do with them." Ye Zhao stated the matter at hand.

The corners of his mouth curled up coldly, and Hua Jingmian sneered, "Life or death, it's up to you. Either fight me, or the Jiugongmen will be buried with you."

Is it any wonder whether one person dies or the whole family dies?

Ye Zhao intends to take the blame and force the plot forward, but that doesn't mean he will implicate innocent people in order to take the blame.

Hearing that Hua Jingmian had no intention of taking her anger out on others was exactly what he wanted.

A cross-shaped longsword appeared in his hand, and he did not forget to attract a wave of hatred, "Once you become a demon, you will go your separate ways. You are seeking death, and I will grant you your wish."

Hua Jingmian held the black iron sword in his hand and refused to give in. "Victory or defeat is uncertain. I am not the boy who let you slaughter me."

He took the lead in attacking, thrusting his long sword towards his face, carrying with it a faint black aura.

Ye Zhao swung out his long sword, condensing strands of coldness. The two swords collided and struck each other, and the roar was deafening.

There were flying sand and rocks, lightning and thunder, and the roar was overwhelming.

The two fought all the way from Jiugong Gate to a small bamboo house by the lake at the foot of the mountain.

After two hours of fighting, the winner was still unknown.

The white boots were like a white crane spreading its wings, stepping over the green lake, causing ripples. Ye Zhao gradually became exhausted and showed signs of fatigue.

Hua Jingmian noticed something and pressed on with ruthless moves, "Remember this?"

Ye Zhao said nothing. Nothing was worth his attention at this moment.

No need for an answer, Hua Jingmian continued to herself, "It was here that you killed Miss Jiang. I was going to express my feelings to you, but you ruined it all!"

He wanted to kill Ye Zhao here.

"I'll wait and see." Ye Zhao easily provoked hatred.

If his disciple could kill his master, he would have no regrets even if he died.

Between hating Hua Jingmian for losing his beloved and hating him for letting him know the cruel truth, he tried his best to choose the former. Even if the idea was stupid, at least he had tried.

Thinking of this, he actually felt a little relieved.

If Ye Zhao himself were asked to evaluate it, it would be difficult.

Only Hua Jingmian could do such a thing as risking his life for a beautiful woman.

Love can make people blindly lost and unable to stop, just like eating spicy hot pot. Even though you know it will make you drool and cry, you still can't give it up next time, and even add numbing spices.

Although he didn't understand much, he was always terribly slow in this regard.

It would have been fine if we hadn't mentioned that. As soon as Hua Jingmian mentioned that, his murderous intent became even stronger. "Give me your life!"

Swing the sword at him again.

The flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers clashed continuously, and wherever the vast sword energy passed by, it stirred up a thousand-foot-high water curtain.

The falling water wet their hair and their clothes were soaked with water, making their steps seem clumsy and heavy.

The two men's fighting spirit did not waver at all because of this, but instead became more courageous as the battle went on.

The wind blows, leaves fall, the sky changes, and people feel tired.

"Where's your famous skill, Locking the Enemy Across the Thousand Miles?" Hua Jingmian pressed aggressively, his eyes blazing with fire. "You're not using it against me. Do you look down on me?"

Ye Zhao gritted his teeth, and the swords collided, and there was another burst of "crackling" sparks.

Facing his provocation, his face tightened and the veins on the back of his hands bulged, "No need."

His unique skills are used to eliminate evil and defend justice, not to hurt those close to him.

Hua Jingmian became a demon, but in his heart, she was never an alien.

"Death is imminent." Hua Jingmian knew nothing of this, believing only that he had always looked down on her, never even cared about her. A torrent of rage erupted, and she hated his disregard for anyone else. She transformed into a bloodthirsty silver dragon, tearing at his neck.

The long sword in Ye Zhao's hand turned into thousands of swords, and he formed seals with his hands and rushed towards him, but -

"Master, I'm just catching fish from your pond to sell and frying your lotus flowers. Climbing trees to get bird eggs is exercise. Ouch, don't hit me. I'm afraid of pain. Can you bear it? As the saying goes, those who plant trees will enjoy the shade. So, when I have a disciple in the future, I will definitely treat him very well, just like you treat me."

"When the time comes, if I find someone as naughty as me and he digs my lotus roots, eats my fish, and deliberately angers me, I will pamper him just like my master tolerates me... I will definitely not be like those bad masters who kill their apprentices just because they make mistakes..."

He was a seventeen-year-old boy who had made a mistake. With a face covered in dirt and fallen leaves, he shamelessly pulled the sleeve of his elegant master and acted coquettishly, making empty promises and saying naive and ignorant things that made people laugh.

The next scene shows another ordeal, but the one who survived by chance is no longer the young and brilliant Mingxi Immortal Master Ye Zhao.

"Clang!"

The half-open door had just cracked a little when a wine jug was thrown out from inside, almost hitting Wuxia.

Wuxia touched his nose fearfully, and with a forced smile, repeated his tired words, "Junior brother, listen to me. I will accept only one disciple, just one."

"roll!"

"I won't accept it!"

"If anyone of you takes the initiative to accept a disciple for me, I will kill him. You are so eager to force me to accept a disciple, just because you think I am worthless and want to find someone to replace me. Dream on!"

A long time later, the romantic and unrestrained young man suddenly met with misfortune and became a hysterical madman who spoke with tears in his eyes...

The memories of his youth unfolded slowly like a scroll, and the beautiful dreams collided with reality, revealing irony and despair. Since the war nine hundred years ago, he was destined to become a bad master.

Despite this, those dusty memories inevitably made Ye Zhao hesitate for a moment, and this moment revealed a flaw.

"It's my turn." Hua Jingmian, with a gloomy face, noticed Ye Zhao's slowness and took the opportunity to go behind him in an instant, catching Ye Zhao off guard.

His expression suddenly changed.

Hua Jingmian's body erupted with earth-shattering, soul-stirring energy, which converged into a long sword. Lightning struck him like a whistling wind...

Ye Zhao had been wasting his energy every day over the years and was no match for the increasingly powerful Hua Jingmian. Therefore, he had no extra strength to resist the sword attack and his body fell rapidly after being hit...

The long sword left his hand, and in a trance, Ye Zhao wanted to grab it, but missed it.

An indescribable feeling of grievance swirled in my heart, turning into a tear that slid down from the corner of my eye. It was all because of the accident in the fox demon cave. Now, being a bad guy, I feel so lonely and miserable.

"Pfft!"

With my eyes tightly closed, I let go of everything and fell heavily into the cold lake...