Cannon fodder and female supporting role, a match made in heaven

Shen Zhaozhao let out a long breath. She knew that he had a weird personality, but why didn't he listen to her explanation?

Another flash of lightning streaked across the dark sky, and the rumbling thunder sounded like the beating of war drums.

In such an environment, she felt nervous and uneasy, so she poked the Meteor Ring.

"Rat, Rat, come out quickly."

She didn't respond and calmed down.

The bodies of these monks must be disposed of, otherwise there will be big trouble. She recalled the spell carefully.

She was somewhat impressed with herself. She had lived two lifetimes and this was the first time she had done something like destroying a corpse, yet she could still remain calm.

After going down the mountain to gain experience, they become braver. No wonder the elders of each sect want their disciples to fight for the opportunity to gain experience.

She moved a few steps to a clean place and suddenly stepped on a bell-shaped magical instrument.

It was unclear what the magic weapon was used for, so she kicked it away cautiously.

The technique was a bit complicated and needed to be assisted by blood-drawn talismans. She used her spiritual power to cut her finger, intending to make a hand gesture to destroy this chaotic and horrifying scene.

The magic weapon at her feet suddenly burst into light, and the spiritual power in her body suddenly became disordered, and she even felt a faint tearing pain.

She was slightly stunned. What the hell is this?

She moved further away, intending to destroy the magic weapon first, when suddenly a force surrounded her, lifting her up and dropping her several meters away.

The miserable corpses all over the ground, along with the magical weapons, were instantly turned into powder and dissolved in the rain.

The pool of blood was diluted by the heavy rain until it turned into nothingness.

Shen Zhaozhao looked at the young man who came back, was stunned for a moment, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

"Don't go!" she almost yelled, afraid that if she was a step slower, he would leave again.

He slightly turned his body away, not looking at her, his eyes filled with a sense of silence as if the wind and snow had all vanished: "I'll take you back."

"Don't be angry, it's not what you think." She softened her voice and tried to explain.

The boy's voice fell softly into the darkness, and no emotion could be discerned: "I'm not angry."

He was not angry, just a little regretful. Facing her frightened eyes, he wanted to run away in a hurry.

He shouldn't have revealed his cruel and brutal side to her on impulse. If she hated him, he couldn't afford the consequences.

"You say you're not angry, then why don't you look at me." Shen Zhaozhao turned his face and met his eyes.

There were mists in Chu Yu's eyes, and he looked like he was about to cry.

He didn't want to show this look in front of her and felt a little embarrassed. He wanted to turn his face away again, but he saw a pink figure flash by, and a warm and soft beauty fell into his arms, and a pair of arms tightly embraced her strong and thin waist.

She buried her head in his chest, speaking softly, "I don't deny that my acquaintance in my previous life was the reason why I wanted to know you, and I naturally know that you are different from your previous life. However, I like you now, even though I know..."

Shen Zhaozhao closed his eyes and recalled the deaths of those sect disciples. The killing methods were extremely cruel.

"I'm not just afraid that you killed those people. I'm more worried about you. Killing will erode humanity and make people lose their reason. I don't want you to be like that."

Every word revealed his concern for him.

She raised her head in his arms, observing his emotions, but saw his dark eyes looking at her deeply, with restrained tears accumulating in them.

The young man's eyes lingered on her face, and he felt that his dead heart came back to life.

He is actually very easy to coax, as long as she likes him, that's enough.

He relaxed his eyes and eyebrows: "Your clothes are all wet, let's go back."

Chu Yu's magic breath was unstable, and he had been flying on the sword all along. But at this moment, he felt that flying the sword was too slow, so he directly circulated the magic breath around his body, hugged Shen Zhaozhao, and teleported into the room.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Zhaozhao found that they had returned to Chu Yu's room, and their clothes had been dried by spiritual power.

She remembered what Jiang Jinyan had given her that morning, so she lowered her head and searched in her storage bag: "Daoyou Jiang said that you didn't -"

Her waist suddenly tightened, and the boy pressed her against the door, with no space between them. His chin was gently lifted, and he leaned over to kiss her lips.

The boy's suppressed possessiveness and desire burst out all at once. He could hardly control his emotions now and just wanted to leave his mark on her.

Shen Zhaozhao's nostrils were filled with his fresh breath, and he kissed her tenderly and closely.

"Wait." Feeling the hasty and random kiss on her lips, she struggled and wanted to hand the pill to him, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was taken advantage of and the city was conquered.

Chu Yu held her face, lips touching hers. He held her tongue tightly, wanting to take her breath insatiably.

A cloud of color appeared on Shen Zhaozhao's cheeks, her mind was in a chaotic state, and she opened her lips to respond subconsciously.

After a long time, he finally let her go, and both of their faces were red.

The young man licked it with the tip of his tongue, looking at her with sparkling eyes, looking handsome and seductive.

Shen Zhaozhao calmed himself down in time and handed the pill to his lips: "It's time to take the medicine."

Chu Yu smiled obediently, and with a flick of his tongue, the pill was brought into his mouth. He chewed it slowly and said vaguely, "It's bitter."

Shen Zhaozhao said, "Good medicine tastes bitter. Daoist Jiang said he specially improved it to make it more effective. It should be more bitter... What are you doing?"

She saw him actually walk to the bed and start taking off his clothes.

Chu Yu's voice was gentle: "I'm injured, so can Zhao Zhao help me apply medicine?"

"Okay." Shen Zhaozhao walked over and waited for him to take off his underwear. She found that he indeed had new wounds of varying sizes on his body.

"But I don't have any medicine."

Chu Yu handed her the medicine bottle and then lay on the bed.

She took out the ointment from the medicine bottle and gently applied it to the wound on his back. When she noticed that he was trembling slightly, she didn't dare to do anything else.

"Does it hurt?"

His face was stained with a thin layer of red, and his slender hands clenched the quilt, tightening and loosening, loosening and tightening again, his long eyelashes trembling unnaturally: "It doesn't hurt."

Shen Zhaozhao moved more gently, even his breathing became lighter, and his fingertips moved across his skin, helping him apply the medicine on his back.

She said, "Turn around, it's time to paint the front."

He turned around, and she noticed that his porcelain-white skin was also red.

She frowned and touched his forehead: "Do you have a fever?"

The body temperature detected by his fingertips was normal. The boy's Adam's apple rolled and he took her hand away, which happened to touch the bracelet on his wrist.

She suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Huh?"

Chu Yu suppressed his unspeakable heat and blinked innocently: "It was Xie Yanshu who was injured, so I can only apply medicine."

Shen Zhaozhao didn't care that much about the credibility of his words. After helping him apply the medicine and putting down the medicine bottle, she wanted to go back to her room: "It's getting late, I'm leaving."

His heart was aroused and he felt hot and his throat was dry, but he acted faster than he thought and pulled her into his arms.

Shen Zhaozhao screamed, but quickly turned around and was pressed under the boy.

There was a soft quilt behind her and his warm body in front of her. There was tenderness in the corners of his eyes, which made her ears feel hot.

The fingers that fell on his skin scratched him lightly unconsciously, causing him to groan.

The boy's kisses were overwhelming.

Shen Zhaozhao took the initiative to climb onto his shoulders and tilted her head back to kiss him.

Feeling her response, Chu Yu raised his head and looked over, becoming even more emotional and obsessed.

The tip of her tongue was numbed by the sucking. At a close distance, she saw his wet eyelashes trembling and heard the low gasps in his throat.

When Shen Zhaozhao felt that her lips were about to bleed, he finally let her go, but turned his head to kiss her neck, and even moved lower and lower, his palm constantly stroking her waist.

Until the warm touch exceeded the limit, Shen Zhaozhao trembled all over, his brain cleared up, and began to push his head away: "No."

When their bodies touched, the thin cotton pants could not block anything, and Shen Zhaozhao could clearly feel his emotions.

Her mind exploded and her face turned red: "You, you did that!"

Chu Yu's body froze for a moment, and he stepped back a little, then carefully examined her expression, fearing that she might feel disgusted. However, her eyes were dark and bright, and contained only deep shame.

He rested his face on her neck, suppressed his inner anxiety, and said helplessly: "I don't know why it's like this. It's like this when I kiss you. All I can think of are the things in the picture album."

Shen Zhaozhao pushed him: "Just stay away from me, it will be fine."

Chu Yu was surprisingly obedient at this time. He rolled to the side with the quilt and tried hard to regulate his breathing and calm his desire.

Shen Zhaozhao pretended to be calm and turned her head away, fanning herself. The room was quiet and silent. She asked, "Are you done?"

Sweat broke out on his forehead and he seemed to be in great pain.

The young man was full of vigor and vitality, and it was difficult for him to calm down through his spiritual power. He said sullenly, "It won't heal. What should I do?"

Shen Zhaozhao was a well-read person, of course, most of them were romance books.

She had an idea and couldn't help but cover her face. This was too embarrassing.

He was still humming and moaning, and even leaning against her, which made him feel better.

Shen Zhaozhao glanced at his hands, then closed his eyes and mustered up the courage to say, "Let me help you."