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

"Are you okay?" Chu Yu asked. When he saw the blood on her shoulder, his brows frowned instantly.

It was Xie Yanshu's sword energy that hurt Shen Zhaozhao.

Shen Zhaozhao saw that his pair of dark eyes were staring at Xie Yanshu, and he seemed to be extremely angry.

At this moment, Xie Yanshu was fighting fiercely with Hydra, but it can be seen that he still had the upper hand.

She tore off the talisman on her head, reached out and held Chu Yu's big hand and squeezed it: "I'm fine, I just got a scratch. The demon used me as a shield."

Chu Yu reached out and gently hugged Shen Zhaozhao's waist and patted him. His brows did not relax, but he continued to ask: "Are there any other injuries on your body?"

When Mu Chen said that Shen Zhaozhao might have entered the snake demon's belly, his chest felt like it was choked and he felt very uncomfortable.

It seems that some people need to be dealt with.

Shen Zhaozhao leaned her head against Chu Yu's chest, wiped the tears from her excitement at seeing him onto his clothes, and stammered, "No."

The shoulder was a small matter, she just felt that her internal organs were about to be dislocated, but in order to avoid Chu Yu worrying, she decided not to say anything.

She will settle the account herself.

It’s good that you’re okay. Chu Yu felt relieved and paid attention to the stench he smelled.

He tore off the talisman paper on her shoulders and arms, and couldn't help but complain: "You stink!"

Humph, you still think she stinks!

Shen Zhaozhao's nose was about to be crooked by Chu Yu's anger: "If I don't stink, I will be eaten by a snake!"

Chu Yu was amused by her reaction, and his shoulders trembled with laughter: "You are also a talent to come up with this idea."

He lifted her chin again and wondered, "Why are you talking so strangely?"

His mouth moved only slightly and his speech was mumbled.

Shen Zhaozhao pursed her lips, shook her head, took his hand off her chin, and squeezed his palm: "Hua Kongque said you were in trouble, are you okay?"

Peacock, Suli is here too?

Chu Yu shifted his gaze away from Shen Zhaozhao, and then looked at Su Li who was sitting calmly on a tree not far away, and narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

He will remember for the rest of his life that this stinky phoenix stole his yellow oriole.

Su Li bent one leg and stepped on a branch, while the other leg was relaxed and hanging in the air, he leisurely fanned himself and watched the show below.

Seeing Chu Yu looking at him, he laughed so hard that his body shook. Then he folded his fan and pointed it at Shen Zhaozhao, and then pointed at himself, with an ambiguous meaning.

Chu Yu's eyes froze. He felt as if his treasure was being coveted by others, and he suddenly felt flustered and annoyed.

Shen Zhaozhao can only belong to him.

The Fire Beast sensed the master's call, jumped out of the Meteor Bracelet, and then landed on Chu Yu's shoulder, smiling flatteringly: "Master, please tell Shushu if you have anything to say."

But soon its expression changed: "Ugh~ What is so smelly!"

"You are the thing." Shen Zhaozhao gritted her teeth and took out the talisman paper from her chest. She almost forgot about this, no wonder it still smelled.

"Wow! Zhao Zhao, your front teeth are gone!" The Fire Beast seemed to have discovered a new world. It jumped directly onto Shen Zhao Zhao's shoulder and used its claws to pry open her mouth. "Master, look, look!"

Shen Zhaozhao shook his head vigorously, breaking free from Shushu's clutches, and said with a fake smile: "Shushu! Don't you want your front teeth anymore?"

"Go, drive that bird away!" Chu Yu pinched the fire beast's neck and threw it into the air. A circle of light transported it directly to Su Li.

He turned his gaze back to Shen Zhaozhao, a smile spread across his face: "I think it's pretty good."

He pinched Shen Zhaozhao's cheeks, made her mouth slightly open, lowered his head to take a closer look, and said teasingly: "It will be easier to taste it when we kiss in the future."

He likes to taste sweetness.

How could this person say everything? Shen Zhaozhao was a little shy. Then he thought, since he could joke, he should be fine.

It's just that they were being affectionate here while my senior brother was fighting bravely over there alone. Even though the snake demon was no match for him, he still felt a little embarrassed.

"You!" Shen Zhaozhao ordered shyly, "Why don't you go help Senior Brother?"

Chu Yu stood up, shook his head, and said calmly: "Without the magic of the demon, the snake demon is no match for Xie Yanshu."

As expected, the nine-headed snake monster's eyes were blinded by Xie Yanshu, and the snake's head fell directly to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Shen Zhaozhao shouted to Xie Yanshu: "Brother, save the last blow for now!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Yanshu stopped holding the sword.

Shen Zhaozhao ran to the snake demon as fast as he could.

At this time, the snake demon lay on the ground dying, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

"I told you to slap me!" Shen Zhaozhao slapped each of its nine heads twice, "I told you to throw me to the ground from such a high place."

"Zhao Zhao, what are you doing?" Xie Yanshu was stopped. At first, he thought that Shen Zhaozhao had discovered something, but he didn't expect that she ran over to fight the snake demon.

"Brother, don't worry about it. I'm just seeking revenge." Shen Zhaozhao took the opportunity to reply to Xie Yanshu.

Xie Yanshu opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Thinking that Shen Zhaozhao was no longer as willful as before, he stood quietly by the side.

The nine-headed snake demon was so angry that it had a last burst of energy. It began to breathe through its nostrils and tears of blood flowed from its vertical pupils. Nine tears gathered in the air and then fell into Shen Zhaozhao's hands.

Shen Zhaozhao pinched it curiously, and the tear shattered, turning into countless tiny bubbles that hit her forehead. Some scenes that did not belong to her suddenly appeared in her mind.

The man in plain clothes walked tremblingly on the village path. After a few steps, he fell to the ground and began to twitch. Green mucus kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, soaking his chest.

Several people with sunken eye sockets and pale lips came forward to help him up, but the man was already lifeless.

"Asan is dead." One of them shook his head and stated the fact with a dejected look on his face.

Another person burst into tears and said, "This is the fifth one today. If this continues, everyone in the village will die."

"Let's burn him quickly." An old man sighed.

A hundred years ago, an unprecedented plague spread in Zhangjia Village. Every household had people lying on their beds groaning. Death was an everyday occurrence here.

The number of villagers in Zhangjia Village was decreasing. Just when everyone was in despair, a man wearing a bamboo hat and a veil covering his face appeared in Zhangjia Village.

After giving the prescription for treating the plague to the villagers, he did not leave. Instead, he built a thatched hut on the top of the east mountain and lived there.

After the villagers recovered, they came to the east hill to thank the man and asked, "Are you the spirit who came to help us?"

The man smiled gently and said, "I am just a snake demon who has practiced for a thousand years. I cannot bear the title of a god."

The villagers knelt on the ground and bowed sincerely: "You helped us. In our hearts, you are a fairy, a snake fairy."

The man helped them up one by one: "I am helping you for my own practice. You don't have to do this."

Having said that, in the hearts of the villagers, they have already worshipped the snake demon that saved their lives as a god.

Gradually, whenever the villagers encountered any difficulties, they would climb up the mountain to seek help from the god, and the man would do his best to help the villagers without asking for anything in return.

In order to express their gratitude to him, the villagers contributed money and manpower to build a mountain temple on the eastern hilltop. They also carved a statue of him in his true form to worship and help him with his practice. Since then, the incense has continued to be worshipped for a hundred years.

More than forty years ago, Zhangjia Village suffered a flood disaster. The mountain god showed his nine-headed true form to protect the villagers from the disaster, but a little girl was frightened by his appearance and lost her life.

The mountain god felt very guilty, so he used half of his inner elixir to save her.

He knew in his heart that the villagers who had seen his true form a hundred years ago had long passed away, and now their descendants would inevitably be afraid when they saw his appearance for the first time.

He thought maybe it was time to leave.

The villagers knelt in front of the mountain temple and stopped him. "You saved us from danger, how could we be afraid of your true body? What happened to Lan girl was not your fault, and you also lost half of your inner elixir. We only hope that you can stay and protect the peace in this area. Please stay."

The man only had half of his inner elixir, and his cultivation was greatly damaged, but he could not resist the villagers' pleading, so he stayed.

As the little girl Zhang Huilan grew up, she learned from her parents that she had such a connection with the mountain god, and she became curious about him.

Later, she would often go to the mountain temple to worship the mountain god and express her girlish thoughts.

Since she had half of his inner elixir in her body, Zhang Huilan could see the tall and graceful man in the statue. She knew that the mountain god was listening carefully when she spoke.

The mountain god gradually fell in love with this girl who had been worshipping him since childhood.

At the end of the story, Zhang Huilan changed her heart.

She fell in love with the man she rescued on the roadside. The man was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked very handsome.

While she enjoyed the endless love of the mountain god, she also coveted the wealth and glory that the man gave her.

Zhang Huilan left Zhangjia Village and went to the most prosperous place. Before that, she had not even told the mountain god that she had changed her heart.

She and her husband lived in harmony and love, and had long forgotten about the mountain god of Zhangjia Village.

But the good times did not last long. Her husband was seriously injured while leading troops in battle and was on the verge of death. Zhang Huilan brought the alchemist back to Zhangjia Village.

She used her old love to lure the mountain god to show up, and then several alchemists joined forces to subdue him and dissect his inner elixir.

Zhang Huilan's husband survived, but the mountain god died with his eyes open.

Later, a demon who liked to kill people used his evil spirit to refine him, and the former mountain god turned into a nine-headed snake monster.

The demon asked the nine-headed snake to kill people. Although the snake had lost its memory of its life, it was still unwilling to harm innocent people. However, it died with hatred in its heart, and hated the fickle woman so much.

In the name of this, the evil Taoist asked the villagers of Zhangjia Village to offer sacrifices to a fickle woman every year, and this tradition continued for more than 20 years.