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

The two returned to the Marquis' Mansion and saw a man wearing the blue Qingwei Sect disciple uniform with his back to them, talking to Xie Yanshu.

On the other side, Chu Yu was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, and a woman who was also wearing the uniform of a Qingwei Sect disciple was standing next to him and talking.

Chu Yu had a faint smile on his face the whole time as he listened silently. His curved brows were extremely gentle and he looked quite well-behaved.

Shen Zhaozhao recognized that the woman was Chu Yu's senior sister He Shuhui.

Seeing her coming back, Chu Yu stood up and walked towards her. The smile that was just on the surface suddenly became much more genuine, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Why did you take so long?"

"Not long, only half an hour, it will take some time to walk back." Shen Zhaozhao said, looked at He Shuhui who followed behind him, nodded and greeted, "Senior Sister He."

He Shuhui gave her a cold expression: "Yes, Junior Sister Shen."

"Yo yo yo, isn't this our Miss Shen?"

A very annoying voice came from the side. Shen Zhaozhao turned her head and saw a handsome face. She clenched her fists instantly.

I was wondering why that figure from behind looked familiar, it turned out to be him!

Xie Qingyao has two disciples in total, one is Xie Yanshu, and the other is the person in front of him, Shi Yu.

Since he entered the sect earlier, logically, she should call him Second Senior Brother.

But this is impossible, because she and Shi Yu are like water and fire. When they meet, they either confront each other or fight directly.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled provocatively: "What are you doing? You want to hit me? Can you beat me?"

Shen Zhaozhao rolled his eyes at him.

Haha, she really wanted to punch him in the face, so she rolled up her sleeves and prepared to start.

Seeing this, Shi Yu took a step forward and wanted to say something, but a sharp sword intent swept over and forced him back several meters.

Shi Yu calmly swallowed the sweet taste in his throat. He no longer had that arrogant look on his face. He looked at the person standing in front of Shen Zhaozhao with a serious look.

During the previous sect trial, Shi Yu was sent to Jingming Dao for exchange and study for a year. Before that, Chu Yu was a rookie, so Shi Yu naturally did not take him seriously.

However, the sword that Chu Yu swung just now was far more powerful than his, forcing him to pay attention.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised: "Shen Zhaozhao, you have found a good helper. I didn't expect this junior brother to have such great cultivation."

Shen Zhaozhao's eyebrows curved, and she put her hands on her waist and sneered: "That's right, that's all you can do."

"Alright." After Xie Yanshu finished talking to Yu Miaoyi, he stomped over, looked at Shi Yu, frowned and scolded, "How many times have I told you not to bully Zhao Zhao?"

Shi Yu pointed at himself and gritted his teeth, "Brother! Look carefully, did I bully her? It was obviously me who got hurt!"

Shen Zhaozhao curled his lips: "That's all I have. If I can't beat him, I'll just go cry to my senior brother. How shameful!"

"Who's crying!" Shi Yu jumped up and walked towards her aggressively, "Shen Zhaozhao, if you have the guts, come fight me in a one-on-one duel, don't hide behind your junior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, he met Chu Yu's calm eyes. His pupils were as black as obsidian, and no emotion could be seen in them, but for no reason, he felt a chill in his feet.

At the same time, Xie Yanshu also stopped Shi Yu: "Stop making trouble, it's important to talk about business."

Shi Yu looked at Shen Zhaozhao's bright smiling face and gritted his teeth secretly.

Shen Zhaozhao pulled Chu Yu aside.

He Shuhui stared at the two people's clasped hands and bit her lip.

Xie Yanshu looked at Shen Zhaozhao, with a hint of worry between his brows: "Zhaozhao, we have to go back to Qingwei Sect."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Zhaozhao's expression became stern: "Is it about the demon clan?"

Xie Yanshu nodded, his tone heavy: "Jingming Dao and Bidong Sect were attacked by the demons, and the entire sect was almost destroyed. Now the relationship between the immortals and the demons is tense. The sect master and the elders are worried about our safety, so they specially sent Junior Brother and others to take us back to the sect."

Shen Zhaozhao was in mixed mood.

She drooped her brows and said, "What about Miaoyi? Can we bring her back to the sect?"

Shi Yu interrupted, arrogantly: "Of course not, how can outsiders like you be qualified to step into the gate of Qingwei Sect!"

Shen Zhaozhao frowned and yelled at him: "You are the only one who talks too much. Miaoyi is my Taoist partner, so why is she not worthy of going to Qingwei Sect?!"

Shi Yu's eyes widened in disbelief: "What? You can actually tolerate Brother finding a Taoist partner, and even want her to return to the sect with him?!"

When the letter between Shen Zhaozhao and Xie Yanshu canceling their engagement returned to the sect, he didn't believe it at first, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Shen Zhaozhao couldn't help but roll his eyes at him again.

Xie Yanshu said: "The situation in the Xiuxian world is critical and not safe. I have already discussed it with Miaoyi, and she will stay here and wait for us."

Doesn’t that mean I won’t be able to see Yu Miaoyi for a long time?

Are they going to say goodbye to the friends they finally made so soon? No, she didn't want to.

Shen Zhaozhao ran over and hugged Yu Miaoyi, feeling very uncomfortable: "Miaoyi, I can't bear to leave you."

Yu Miaoyi's nose was sore and she shed tears: "I can't bear to leave you either. Don't be so stubborn in the future. Run away when you encounter danger. Don't get hurt. Got it?"

Shen Zhaozhao buried his face in her shoulder and nodded heavily: "Okay, next time we meet, I must also see the plump and fair Yu Miaoyi. Let's go to the famous restaurant you mentioned to drink."

As the separation was imminent, Xie Yanshu looked at the two girls who were saying goodbye, his brows and eyes showing depression.

"Junior brother." He Shuhui walked towards Chu Yu and called softly.

Chu Yu withdrew his gaze and looked back at her.

He did not tie his hair into a ponytail today. His inky black hair was loosely tied up with a blue hairband and fell to his waist.

A few strands of restless hair fluttered around his cheeks as he moved.

He looked at her, his eyes and brows smiling, less youthful than before, more cool and pure, like spring rain, gentle and clear.

He Shuhui couldn't help but forget that he didn't like to get too close to people. She moved closer with a blushing face and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Chu Yu frowned and moved a few steps away, while He Shuhui pinched the corner of his clothes and moved closer.

There was a hint of coldness in Chu Yu's eyes, but the corners of his mouth were still raised in a perfect arc, and he tilted his head to look at He Shuhui.

"Senior sister, what's the matter?"

He Shuhui bit her lip and struggled in her heart for a few times before she blushed and stammered, "Junior brother, what is your relationship with Junior Sister Shen?"

Chu Yu still had a smile on his face, his voice as gentle as a mountain stream: "Senior Sister, in what capacity are you asking?"

He was so handsome, she thought, that anyone would like him if they wanted to.

He Shuhui lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye, for fear of distracting her.

"Of course... as a senior sister."

"So that's how it is. Thank you so much for your concern, Senior Sister."

These words sounded different to He Shuhui. She could no longer hear the mockery in the voice, only her heart was pounding.

"Junior Sister Shen is not worthy of you." She raised her head and said urgently, "You shouldn't be like that with her..."

She finally saw the coldness in his eyes, like frost piercing into her bones, making her shiver.

"Senior Sister." He laughed softly, like flying flowers and broken jade, dissolving all the sharpness, as if what happened just now was just her illusion.

"I think I have clearly rejected you many times. Since my ears don't work well, why not just give it up? What do you think?"

His tone was still gentle, but his words were like a poisoned dagger that would cut off her ears if she wasn't careful.