I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Before Ye Zhao could express his opinion, Feng Qingwu fanned him with her round fan, which was exactly what he wanted. "Senior Brother, you are right. This person has a bad character and is a heretic. He is not worthy of being your disciple."

For some reason, she felt a flicker of fear in her heart when she looked at Hua Jingmian.

Even if we put this aside, it would be harmful rather than beneficial for him to stay with his junior brother.

What we did today has already said it all.

what?

Ok?

No, no!

Ye Zhao almost shook his head.

If someone slaps him, will he just happily accept it?

It's just fighting back, it's not a capital crime.

"Brother, Sister, I will decide whether he stays or goes."

He didn't seem very happy to hear this and put the cup back.

Seeing his reaction like this, both of them were stunned.

Feng Qingwu smelled an unusual scent and could no longer sit still.

"No, Junior Brother, if he does something unfair to you in the future, do you still want to keep him as your disciple?" She gritted her teeth.

Why!

She didn't even get this treatment.

She is jealous!

Does being talented really mean you can do whatever you want?

But what's the use of being high? He is morally corrupt and will become a scum of the sect sooner or later.

Ye Zhao hesitated for a moment, "Senior Sister, I haven't thought about it yet."

Feng Qingwu leaned towards him with a stern gaze, "I know you. Since you didn't immediately announce the termination of your master-disciple relationship with Hua Jingmian, it means you haven't given up on him yet."

No matter how you look at it, Hua Jingmian doesn't seem to be saved.

For over nine hundred years, he hadn't found a suitable successor. Now, he finally found someone he liked...

It is understandable that you are unwilling to give up easily.

Ye Zhao was ambiguous, "That could be the case."

Feng Qingwu pouted in disdain and shook the tassel hairpin in her hair softly, "Change it, the next one will be more obedient."

Ye Zhao looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he had an emoji of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

Good luck!

If the male protagonist can be replaced whenever he wants, then he is not a cannon fodder scumbag, he is the way of heaven.

The problem is, others don’t know where he comes from, how could he not know?

Besides, he really hadn't thought it through.

Feng Qingwu was puzzled. "Haven't you always been against accepting disciples? Is someone forcing you?"

As she said this, she also cast a blaming look at Wuxia.

If he hadn't urged his junior brother to accept a disciple every now and then, how could his junior brother have accepted one at random?

She had a premonition that Hua Jingmian would definitely become the most shameful thing in Ye Zhao's life.

Knowing that he was in the wrong, he had no time to willingly accept the cold shoulder.

He turned to look at his fellow apprentice, with whom he was like a brother, and said earnestly, "Your senior sister is right. You must consider this disciple carefully."

Ye Zhao nodded, "I will."

"Junior brother..." Feng Qingwu wanted to continue dissuading him.

"Come to think of it, Senior Sister, why is your recording stone in my bedroom?" Ye Zhao wondered without giving her a chance to finish the rest of her words.

Under her junior brother's suspicious and mischievous gaze, Feng Qingwu covered her lips and coughed softly, "Ah, well..."

Ye Zhao never looked away, determined to achieve his goal.

That’s all.

Wiping the non-existent sweat from her forehead, Feng Qingwu smiled apologetically, "Junior Brother, it's completely up to you to decide whether Hua Jingmian should stay or go. After all, you are his master, so why would I have any objection?"

With the evidence in hand, she backed down immediately.

Ye Zhao smiled.

Feng Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't pursue the matter of the recording stone any further.

As for Hua Jingmian, if he wants to continue to be his junior brother's apprentice, he must have the fate to do so.

Killing one person in a few days is enough!

Wuxia saw through this but didn't say anything. He just sighed, "Or maybe, let's put the matter of recruiting a disciple aside for now."

Ye Zhao complained inwardly when he heard this, saying that it had been left there for nine hundred years.

If you play it again, you can sing "A Thousand Years of Waiting".

"I know that my senior brother has been under a lot of pressure for this matter and has delayed it for me until now. I don't want to make things difficult for him." Ye Zhao stated the facts.

As for the second half of the sentence, the original owner could indeed say it.

Whether you really think so or not, you can only ask God.

"Junior brother..."

When Wuxia heard his words, she felt like an old father, with tears in her eyes.

"You've grown up and figured things out. If your master knew, he would definitely be very happy."

"Click!"

Feng Qingwu was so startled that the fan in her hand dropped.

"boom!"

The color drained from Ye Zhao's face, and he quickly stood up and bumped into the table.

Wuxia wanted to slap himself in the face, "Junior brother, that's not what I meant..."

"Brother, I have something important to take care of, so I'll go ahead."

After bowing, he turned and strode away.

She had no time to realize she had said something wrong, and she didn't even have the chance to correct herself. Her mind was blank as she stared at his disappearing back.

Feng Qingwu glared at him angrily, "Brother, you're really asking for trouble. Why are you bringing this up?"