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

Shen Zhaozhao's face was frozen with smile, Chu Yu's eyes hadn't left her yet, so she decided to leave now.

As soon as she moved, Chu Yu realized her intention: "Stop."

As if he realized that his attitude was a bit tough and did not match the impression he always gave, he softened his voice again: "What is that thing in your hand, Senior Sister?"

Shen Zhaozhao's intuition told her that Chu Yu was not as innocent and harmless as he appeared to be. Instead, he was a bit vindictive and had a black heart and she couldn't afford to offend him.

She turned her back to Chu Yu and raised the soap in her hand high: "What's wrong with the soapnuts for bathing that Aunt Zhou brought?"

"I want to use it too. Senior sister, can you lend it to me?" Her tone was innocent and tempting. "Okay? Senior sister."

Shen Zhaozhao's mind suddenly went blank. When she came to her senses, she found herself standing next to the bathtub and handing over the soap.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

She quickly closed her eyes, slapped herself twice in her heart, and spat on herself harshly.

The author has set different characters for Chu Yu and A Wen. They are essentially not the same person. How could she be bewitched by the tone of Chu Yu's voice?

Chu Yu looked at the changing expressions on Shen Zhaozhao's face and guessed that her thoughts must be rich and varied as well.

Interesting.

Chu Yu placed his hands on the bathtub, relaxed his whole body, and the anger in his heart instantly dissipated.

Since it was already over, Shen Zhaozhao decided to go all out. He closed his eyes, handed the soap forward again, and asked directly, "Do you want it or not?"

Chu Yu reached out to take it, but his hands were wet and the soap slipped and fell to the ground.

Chu Yu: "..."

"Sister, the soapberry fell, can you help me pick it up?"

It was still that innocent tone. Shen Zhaozhao's heart collapsed. Chu Yu was not a human being, but a vixen!

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Maybe Awen was killed by this vixen a long time ago, and then she assumed his identity and specifically seduced people's souls.

But she didn't smell any evil spirit from Chu Yu.

Shen Zhaozhao looked straight ahead. The moment he opened his eyes, he stared at the ground and picked up the soap.

She realized that Chu Yu was teasing her, and she didn't close her eyes. Isn't it just the white six-pack abs? It's not like she hasn't seen it before in Cangwu County.

To avoid any further trouble, she threw the soap directly into the bathtub.

"Plop" sound.

Shen Zhaozhao looked over there and felt like her eyes were going blind: "Ahhhhhhh~"

What extraordinary things did she see? Why was it different from hers?

"Get out!" Chu Yu gritted his teeth.

Yes, yes, yes, get out! Shen Zhaozhao ran away in a panic, she felt like there was fire coming out of her head.

so awkward.

Shen Zhaozhao went to Qin Yaoyao's room to take a bath. When she applied soap on her body, that scene popped up involuntarily in her mind again.

But... Chu Yu does have a lot of wounds on his body!

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, she shook her head and patted her face to make herself sober.

Shen Zhaozhao had been wandering outside all day. After dinner, she had to go back to her room.

There were indeed not enough rooms in Qingfeng Village, and the room they slept in was vacated by Qin Yaoyao. Now Qin Yaoyao and Aunt Zhou slept together.

She hesitated at the door for a long time, really not wanting to face Chu Yu.

As luck would have it, Chu Yu opened the door directly. When their eyes met, they tacitly looked away at the same time without saying anything.

When Chu Yu left, Shen Zhaozhao discovered that he had the Chiyun Sword on his waist and smelled of blood.

When did he get the sword back?

Shen Zhaozhao walked into the room with doubts and found that the water in the bathtub was still hot. However, the clothes placed on the ground next to it were too eye-catching. She couldn't help but pay attention to it.

Chu Yu's previous lavender robe had disappeared, and was replaced by the cloth robe he wore yesterday, which was stained with blood.

When Chu Yu returned to his room, he saw Shen Zhaozhao sitting blankly on the edge of the bed, holding the clothes he had changed in his hand.

"You went to look for those soldiers, right?" Shen Zhaozhao stood up and walked towards him, sniffing him. "Are you injured?"

He should have gone out after taking a bath, and before she came back, he took another bath.

Chu Yu placed the sword on the table and said calmly, "It's not my blood."

It wasn't his blood? Shen Zhaozhao's mind was full of thoughts. It must be the blood of those officers and soldiers.

She was speechless.

Chu Yu killed people again, but how could a cultivator kill mortals indiscriminately? She wanted to persuade him, but then she thought that Chu Yu might not listen, so she gave up.

At three o'clock in the morning, Shen Zhaozhao didn't sleep well. She felt that the person next to her seemed to be breathing heavily, so she got up.

There were beads of sweat on Chu Yu's forehead and his brows were furrowed, as if he was in a nightmare.

Shen Zhaozhao touched his arm gently with his fingers and found that his temperature was normal, not that he had a fever.

Chu Yu was lying flat with his clothes slightly open. Shen Zhaozhao secretly pulled them open to take a look and saw that there were indeed new wounds, with several bloody holes still oozing blood.

It was really scary. The whip wounds, sword wounds and holes made by who knows what were they all over their bodies were scattered all over. It made her scalp tingle. For a moment, she also felt that these people deserved to die.

No, no, Shen Zhaozhao lay down and covered herself with the quilt. How could she have been led astray by Chu Yu?

It was agreed that she would be a good person in this life!

"This is the sword your mother forged for you, take it!" The tall figure handed him the sword.

He took the sword; it was so heavy that he could hardly hold it.

"Remember, your mother was killed by the Qingwei Sect, and you have to avenge her. Do you understand?" The figure approached as if to cover him, and the voice was filled with indescribable majesty.

He trembled and said nothing. He was a little afraid of this unfamiliar man.

The figure was furious when he saw him like this, and slapped him to the ground with a palm: "Asshole, you have the blood of the immortal sect on your body, but you are as cowardly as those ants. What use is there to you?"

The man picked him up, tore off his clothes, and waved his hand. A golden swastika curse appeared on his chest. He said in a cold tone: "Do you see this thing? They thought you couldn't die, so they nailed it to you. But without the Meteor Bracelet, how long do you think you can live?"

"Don't be soft-hearted with them. No one really likes you. Anyone who hurts you or your mother should be killed..."

They should all be killed. All of them should be killed.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Zhaozhao saw that Chu Yu was in a bad state, as if he had had a bad dream, so he pushed him hurriedly, trying to wake him up.

"Ugh..." A feeling of suffocation came over her, and the psychopath Chu Yu tightly gripped her neck.

It turns out that she really shouldn't meddle in other people's business, otherwise the consequences would be like what she is doing now.

Chu Yu's pupils looked darker than before, like an unfathomable abyss: "Kill them all."

Shen Zhaozhao: “???”

What the hell? She didn't mess with it!!!

Help! Chu Yu was indeed a black-hearted man. She had already seen herself being strangled to death by him like Ge San, and then thrown to the ground in disgust.

Chu Yu's force increased a bit, and she felt like she really couldn't breathe.

After all, he died in battle in his previous life, so his death was quite valuable. But being strangled to death by Chu Yu in this life is too cowardly.

Shen Zhaozhao pinched Chu Yu's arm and the back of his hand, trying to make him feel pain, but it was of no use. She was almost discouraged.

Just then, she felt Chu Yu's hand loosen a little, and she quickly broke free from his clutches and crawled to the corner of the wall.

Chu Yu stared at his hands, which were full of pinch marks. Everyone could bully him: "No one likes me."

He raised his head and stared at Shen Zhaozhao, his eyes confused, and repeated: "No one likes me."

Shen Zhaozhao didn't know what was wrong with him, so she could only comfort him: "Yes, yes, there are naturally people who like you."

"Who?" Chu Yu pulled her over.

"I, I, I like you, please don't kill me. If you kill me, no one will like you anymore." Shen Zhaozhao raised his hands and promised with his head.

Chu Yu couldn't see the face of the person in front of him, but the voice sounded familiar. She said she liked him.

If someone likes him, he has to keep her.

But who is she? My head hurts, I don't want to think about it anymore...

Shen Zhaozhao looked at Chu Yu in horror as he leaned towards her again, trembling all over. Would he not let her go?

The next second, Chu Yu fell on her legs and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Zhaozhao stroked his chest gently and finally escaped the disaster.