Once you become a female supporting role, you will be killed by the devil

Every time the girl sees the blue scales, she will think of the warm figure who accompanied her through her childhood.

Her father's smile, care and teachings are like a clear spring, flowing in her heart and nourishing her growth.

Although only this last trace of memory remains now, it is still deeply engraved in Bi Yaoyao's heart and becomes her motivation to move forward courageously.

No matter how great the difficulties and setbacks are, the girl will hold on to the blue scale tightly and feel the strength and encouragement of her father.

She knew that as long as she persevered and worked hard, she would be able to realize her dream one day and become a great person like her father.

This is Bi Yaoyao's dream, and it is also her former dream now that she has become Yao Yaoyao.

"No, it's impossible. My father is so powerful, how could that happen?"

Bi Yaoyao looked at the armored palace guards in front of her in disbelief. The news they brought made her shocked and desperate.

"We don't want to believe this, but..."

The people sent from the palace lowered their heads, with sadness and helplessness in their eyes.

Originally, they naively believed that suppressing the rebellion this time would be as easy as before.

But who would have thought that some ethnic groups near the South China Sea would be bewitched by people with ulterior motives, and the situation that should have been resolved quickly became so complicated and difficult to deal with.

This battle lasted for five whole years! The long years of war made people feel tired and desperate.

During this long period of time, both sides paid a heavy price.

Countless soldiers died heroically on the battlefield, their blood dyed the earth red, and every inch of land was filled with the breath of death.

The lives of the people in the South China Sea have been severely affected, their homes have been destroyed, and they have been displaced. They have lost their relatives, friends and loved ones, and the pain in their hearts cannot be healed.

However, what is even more heartbreaking is that they have just learned a heartbreaking news - the general who was hailed as the most heroic general in the South China Sea was unfortunately killed on the battlefield.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering the peace. Everyone was stunned by this sudden blow.

When the people in the palace heard the news

They opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with disbelief, as if time had stopped at that moment.

Then, grief came flooding back like a tide, drowning everyone’s heart.

This general is not only the leader of the army, but also a hero in the hearts of the people.

The courage and wisdom of the South China Sea soldiers are like torches, illuminating the way forward for people and inspiring them to fight unremittingly.

However, his departure at this moment is like a nightmare, plunging people into endless pain and loss.

"This is the only intact scale we found..."

The guard handed a box to Bi Yaoyao with a sad face.

At this moment, Bi Yaoyao was on the verge of collapse due to excessive grief. Her body was shaky and her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul.

Her mother had already fainted from crying and could no longer bear the pain.

Now, all the responsibilities fall on Bi Yaoyao.

She took the box with trembling hands, tears blurred her vision, but she still suppressed her grief and slowly opened the lid.

In the box, a scale shining with mysterious light lay there quietly, like a shining star.

This scale exudes a powerful aura, as if containing endless power and secrets.

At this moment, she hoped so much that the scale was not her father's, but was mistaken for his because it was too similar.

However, she knew in her heart that this was just self-deception, and she had to face this cruel reality.

However, the reality was too cruel for her to accept.

When the lid of the box was opened, the scale lay quietly inside, as if waiting for her to discover it.

A perfectly intact scale lay quietly in the box. It had once been so beautiful, radiating an enchanting luster and vitality. However, now, separated from its original body and deprived of spiritual power and nutrients, it had lost its former brilliance and become dull.

Despite this, the unique color and shape are still clearly visible, as if telling of its owner's noble status. Every detail matches the father's features, making it impossible to deny that this scale comes from him.

Bi Yaoyao gazed at the scale, her heart filled with endless sorrow and despair. She seemed to see her father, to feel his warmth and love. She recalled the time she spent with him as a child, and those beautiful memories flooded back to her.

Tears flowed continuously, dripping onto the scales, creating a splash of teardrops. She gently stroked the scales, feeling their coldness and hardness, her heart filled with pain and helplessness. She knew that the scales represented a part of her father, but she could not bring him back to her.

She clutched the scale tightly, as if it were her father's life. She hoped it would reveal his whereabouts, but she dreaded the consequences. She felt trapped, unable to escape the grip of grief and despair.

In this dark moment, Bi Yaoyao felt alone and helpless. She didn't know how to continue, nor did she know if there was still hope of finding her father. However, she decided not to give up. No matter how many difficulties and challenges lay ahead, she would persevere and search for her father's whereabouts.

"Father..." She called softly, her voice filled with longing and sadness. She knew that from this moment on, she would forever lose her father's companionship and protection.

She knew that the existence of this scale meant that her father had left them and would never come back.

She felt as if her heart was torn into pieces, and endless pain surged in her heart.

"Woooooooo..."

Seeing the scales, Bi Yaoyao's heart completely collapsed.

She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, trying not to let others see her crying, especially in front of the scales that symbolized her father.

However, the pain in my heart could not be suppressed, and tears flowed out like a dam breaking.

"My dear daughter, I am your father." The father's gentle words seemed to still linger in my ears.

"Nannan, can daddy take you to see the lanterns?" The warm big hand held her small hand and they strolled together on the bustling streets.

"Come, daddy will carry you." The broad shoulders gave her endless sense of security.

"Oh, my dear daughter, your mother has been feeding you very well recently." The father's face was filled with a happy smile, and his eyes were full of love for her.

These once familiar sounds and images flooded back into her mind like a tide. Every detail, every word, was magnified infinitely in her mind, lingering there.