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

It was a warm day with a gentle breeze and a cloudless sky, but the dungeon in Leyang County was dark.

The young jailer blew into the tinder and lit all the oil lamps in the cell. Suddenly, the prison was brightly lit.

Another older jailer took a plate of peanuts and a jug of wine and put them on the table. He picked up the cup on the table and looked inside. There was a layer of dust inside.

This dungeon hasn't held any prisoners for a long time, and they were only notified to come here to take up duty.

The young jailer picked up the wine pot and rinsed the old jailer's cup with wine, then filled it up with wine. He smiled a little flatteringly: "Third Master, have you heard? Captain Wang was killed by these bandits."

He pointed at Chu Yu who was still sleeping inside.

The dungeon was very cold because the sun never shone into it all year round. Even the straw on the bed was very damp.

Shen Zhaozhao sat by the wall with his sleeves slightly rolled up. Feeling a little cold, he shrank into the corner again, then continued to listen to the two jailers talking with his ears perked up.

The jailer called Sanye spat on the ground, his tone was jealous and somewhat pleased: "Who the hell is Wang Zhongping? He just relies on his uncle being the county governor to bully people every day. This idiot should die."

Ge San and Wang Zhongping have always had a grudge against each other. He has the most experience and the most outstanding ability in the county government, but he is always suppressed by Wang Zhongping, who has a relationship with him. He has been unhappy for a long time.

It was he who first asked the county magistrate for permission to fight the bandits this time. This was his best chance to get promoted after being transferred to the prison as the head of the cell.

Although the job of a prison boss is leisurely, he does not get any recognition from his superiors and does not make any money.

What he wants to be is a captain of police.

Originally the county magistrate had agreed to let him lead troops to suppress the bandits, but Wang Zhongping also saw this opportunity to make a great contribution and used his uncle's power to snatch his place. Unexpectedly, he lost his life in the end. It was really gratifying.

Seeing that Ge San's cup was empty, the young jailer quickly poured another one and also poured one for himself.

He was used to flattery, and quickly followed Ge San's lead and said what he liked to hear: "If you ask me, Captain Wang... Bah, Wang Zhongping is just not as good as you. If you were to go to suppress the bandits this time, I'm afraid you would have destroyed the Qingfeng Village's lair long ago."

Ge San was delighted when he heard this, his eyes sparkling: Wang Zhongping was dead, so no matter how great his achievements were, it would be of no avail. Now that the shop manager's position was vacant, his chance had come.

The young jailer chewed the peanuts with a loud crunch, took a gulp from the wine glass, and said with a big tongue: "When you become rich in the future, please don't forget me, your little brother."

After saying that, he burped and fell asleep on the table.

Ge San drank several more cups and began to feel a little groggy. Just then, a noise came from outside, which drove away some of his drunkenness.

A bailiff came in and bowed to Ge San: "Third Master, the county magistrate has an order..."

Shen Zhaozhao could not hear the rest of the words because the yamen runner whispered in Ge San's ear. She could only carefully observe their expressions and movements.

After hearing this, Ge San looked strange and seemed to glance at them.

After the bailiff left, Ge San woke up the young jailer and told him to go out and get something.

There was a cell between Shen Zhaozhao and Chu Yu, so Ge ​​San went to Chu Yu's side.

He opened the iron door of the cell, and just at that moment the young jailer came back.

Only then did Shen Zhaozhao see clearly what he had gone out to get.

Ge San took the bucket from the young jailer and, under her gaze, poured half the bucket of water on Chu Yu.

How cruel! How pitiful!

Shen Zhaozhao felt sorry for Chu Yu for three seconds, then quietly moved to the corner.

Chu Yu woke up immediately with a slightly confused look in his eyes. After noticing that his whole body was wet, a sharp light flashed in his dark eyes, as if to burn Ge San through.

Ge San had seen the fierce looks of these prisoners many times, but he didn't care much. He directly picked up Chu Yu.

This kid helped him get rid of a big threat, but unfortunately, he killed the county governor's nephew, and the county magistrate ordered that he should suffer.

Shen Zhaozhao's eyes widened instantly. Chu Yu was already very tall, but in front of Ge San, who was burly and nearly two meters tall, he was like a chick caught by an eagle.

Chu Yu was dragged out by Ge San, and the young jailer followed closely behind.

Shen Zhaozhao was a little anxious. He quickly walked to the prison bars and stretched out his hand to stop them: "Wait, where are you taking him?"

Chu Yu seemed to have just noticed her now, with a confused and stunned expression on his face.

He really didn't expect Shen Zhaozhao to jump down as well.

Ge San glared at her fiercely and said, "What does it have to do with you? Don't you know him?"

An hour ago, Ge San asked about their relationship, and Shen Zhaozhao still gave the same answer: I don't know him, I don't know him.

Shen Zhaozhao glanced at Chu Yu stealthily. It wasn't her fault. She fell down much later than him and didn't know anything yet. She only knew that Chu Yu had turned into a bandit. Of course, she could only protect herself first.

Chu Yu had a blank expression on his face and didn't even give her a glance. So he shouldn't be angry, right?

Ge San took Chu Yu away, and when Shen Zhaozhao saw Chu Yu again, an incense stick of time had passed.

Shen Zhaozhao approached his cell and looked through the iron bars.

She was horrified. Is Chu Yu still alive?

He was thrown back onto the straw by Ge San. His lavender robe was almost covered with blood, like a bunch of blooming Lycoris radiata, enchanting and dazzling.

Shen Zhaozhao asked anxiously, "Chu Yu, are you okay?"

Chu Yu closed his eyes, but he was awake. He just didn't want to pay attention to Shen Zhaozhao. His headache was so severe that the dizziness came again.

"Why should I give him the elixir?" It was the same gentle voice as before, pleasant to the ear but poisonous.

There was an unclear voice answering, which was not very clear.

The woman's voice sounded again, this time with a hint of annoyance: "Stop making those humming and ah sounds here. It's annoying to hear a mute saying anything."

Someone began to sob softly.

The woman became even more impatient: "What's the big deal? He won't die even if he bleeds out..."

The voice was getting farther and farther away, as if it was spoken while leaving, and the tail end had drifted away with the wind.

Only the low crying sound remained.

He was lying on the bed, separated by a wooden door. He wanted to get up and say to the owner of the crying voice: "Don't cry, just like she said, he won't die, and it doesn't matter if he bleeds out, no one cares anyway."

The crying sound was getting closer and louder, and it seemed like it was about to collapse.

Chu Yu said in a low and hoarse voice: "Stop crying."

"What did you say?" Shen Zhaozhao wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, but she hadn't reacted yet.

Chu Yu turned his head and met her pair of almond-shaped eyes with a faint watery color: "I said, don't cry!"

He didn't know why he had been thinking about those people so frequently recently. Shen Zhaozhao's crying and the sobbing in his memory overlapped, pulling him back from his distant thoughts.

Shen Zhaozhao's eyes were red and her nose was a little sore. She almost cried again, but fortunately she held it back: "I'm so glad that you're okay!"

Chu Yu lay there motionless, and she thought he was really dead.

Chu Yu studied her expression carefully, not missing any detail, but she seemed to be truly glad that he was still alive.

Would anyone be happy that he was alive? Or would anyone truly shed tears for him if he died?

As if eager to verify, his voice suddenly rose a little: "Does Senior Sister care whether I am dead or alive?"

Shen Zhaozhao nodded firmly.

Of course she cares, because he is Awen!

But Chu Yu laughed out loud as if he had heard a joke: "Then why did Senior Sister tell the jailer that she didn't know me?"

If the Fire Beast saw all this, it would definitely complain in its heart: Don’t mess with its petty-minded master, because he will never let go of any grudge.

Unfortunately, after Chu Yu came to this world, not only did he lose all his magic power, but even the fire beast in the meteor bracelet was cut off from the outside world.

All the troubles in the world have nothing to do with Mouse. Now he is lying in the Meteor Bracelet, eating nuts and taking a nap.