Transmigrating into a female supporting role in a book

"Why?" I heard my voice tremble slightly.

Tianhe loosened his hand and threw the girl's body to the ground as if he was throwing away something.

"Even if I don't do anything, the people from Youzhou will come and ask us about our whereabouts. It's better to give their family a quick death now." He answered confidently, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

I stood there in a daze, my three perspectives being shaken.

He walked around me, went back to the inner room and carried Fang Yian out, as if he was ready to leave.

"I was the one who asked him to do it. If he wants to escape, he must not leave any loopholes." Fang Yian spoke as if explaining to me.

Tianhe gave orders to the mute slave, "I'll leave the finishing touch to you."

The mute slave glanced at me and nodded towards Tianhe.

My mind was blank and I was dragged out of the house in a daze, walking into the yard outside. Later, the house caught fire.

Once the fire started, the smoke could be seen from a long distance. What on earth were they doing? How come I didn't understand anything? They were just ordinary people with good intentions who were helping the injured they stumbled upon. Why did they end up being killed?

After going down the mountain, the four of us rode in a carriage together. Tianhe and Ya Nu sat in the driver's seat, and Fang Yian and I were in the carriage.

There was a long silence, and no one spoke.

It was getting dark outside and the mountain road was not very flat. The car was jolting so hard that I almost jumped out of my seat several times.

Fang Yian was sitting there, but he couldn't maintain his sitting position by himself. As expected, he fell to the side at a turn. I subconsciously leaned over to hold him, and when I was almost touching him, I felt extremely conflicted.

He stared at me silently, as if trying to see the expression on my face clearly and not miss any subtle changes.

To be honest, most of his face was burned and had not been treated properly. The bright red skin color combined with the other half of the normal face was a bit scary, but what shocked me even more was his attitude towards the family of three.

And when I think about the fact that he has been the leader of the Dragon Guard for more than a few years, in addition to his own outstanding martial arts, it must be related to his ruthless methods. I just saw with my own eyes that he dealt with innocent people in this way in order to protect his whereabouts from being discovered. This kind of thing must have been done more often in the past.

Suddenly I remembered that the "traitor" who was willing to team up with the Gu Master to assassinate him in person was also a member of the Dragon Guard. What kind of experience did he go through to make him hate him so much?

From the very beginning, I knew he would be a villain.

It was obvious that at the beginning she just wanted to make a living under his command, so she took shortcuts, used sweet words and deceived people into thinking she could get away with it.

Why do we need to add filters to him? Why do we feel so uncomfortable when we see his cruel side?

Isn't this something that should have been clear long ago? What am I dreaming about? Do I expect a fierce god who supervises the country on behalf of the emperor to be benevolent to the world?

"Are you scared?" he suddenly asked.

I tried to control my emotions and looked back at him as calmly as possible, "No."

"You're so scared that you're shaking, and you're still telling lies?" He smiled. Now, smiling on this face did look a bit scary.

But I am not afraid of his disfigured appearance, nor am I afraid of his cruelty in killing innocent people.

I took a deep breath and slowly replied, "I'm not lying. I'm not afraid of you. I just... miss home."

This world has always been incompatible with me.

Born in a peaceful era and a society ruled by law, the biggest accident in the lives of ordinary people is that some criminals drive after drinking, ignore pedestrians on the road, and do not slow down when passing crosswalks. Despite this, the law will not take the lives of criminals.

At least in the city where I live, I have never heard of a family of three being killed by guests who came to their home on the same day in all these years.

I cannot understand their principles, nor can I understand the privileged class that treats ordinary people as worthless in a world where power is everything.

Regardless of whether this is a fictional world in a novel or some real parallel universe, I don’t want to stay here for even one more day.

Oh God, please strike me with thunder and send me back!

I repeated it over and over in my mind.

There were countless potholes on the driveway, and suddenly there was a violent bump that caused us both to fall down.

I was distracted and didn't pay attention at all, but Fang Yian, I think he did it on purpose.

Now I was lying on the floor in the middle of the carriage, and he was using me as a human cushion, with almost half of his body pressing on me, with the weight concentrated on my chest and abdomen, making it a little hard for me to breathe.

The people in front also heard the noise in the car, and Tianhe's voice came, "Are you okay? There was a big rock on the road just now..."

"Just focus on driving!" I replied loudly, gritting my teeth.

When I supported Fang Yian's body with both hands and tried to distance myself from him, he turned his head and bit my wrist with such force that it seemed as if he was biting off a piece of flesh.

I endured the pain, didn't make a sound, and just looked at him.

He actually felt resentment towards me? Did he see through that all the love words I said to him before were fake? Or did he think I shouldn't have come all the way to rescue him?

He let go, his lips stained with blood.

He bit me on the wrist and the wound wasn't big, but blood was still oozing out.

We looked at each other, both of us with calm expressions. Perhaps because I had been enduring the pain and had no reaction, he seemed a little disappointed, and he raised his hand to grab my wrist, opening his mouth as if to bite it again.

I just frowned slightly and watched him vent his anger. But this time he didn't use much force. He just licked the wound, licking the blood off my wrist like a wild beast.

As I raised my eyebrows in confusion, he pounced on me, pinched my chin, bit my lips, repeatedly grinded them with his teeth, and licked them with his tongue. His movements were as rough as an invader who was conquering a city and determined to leave his mark on every inch.

I kept looking at him quietly with a puzzled look, and he didn't close his eyes either, as if he was observing my reaction, or as if he was deliberately provoking me.

It was not until his shaking hands were about to tear off my belt that I pushed him away. Ignoring the pain of my lips being scratched by his teeth, I whispered with some dissatisfaction, "That's enough. Isn't there a limit to how much you can take out on me?"

He was so angry that he laughed, and leaned to the side. "Even if I wanted to force you, it's impossible. So what should I do? Kneel at your feet and beg for your mercy?"

I sighed, stood up, and helped him up, "Do you need other people's pity?"