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

Hua Jingmian left Ye Zhao and returned to Luoshuiyuan.

But when he turned the corner, he was so worried that he bumped into someone coming towards him without warning.

"Clang!"

The sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

"oops!"

The sound of bodies colliding.

Hua Jingmian felt a little dizzy and couldn't stand steadily.

I covered my head and waited for it to feel better, then I saw a painting fall to the ground.

The scroll was unfolded, and the inside was in tatters and particularly blurry.

Before he could react, the person he bumped into picked it up first.

Brushing away the dust from the painting with his sleeve, Aqi rolled it up lovingly. He looked up with a grim expression, "Hua Jingmian?"

Hua Jingmian saw that it was him and bowed, "Brother Aqi."

"You... tomorrow is the last day, don't forget." Not wanting to criticize him, Archie took the painting and was about to take a detour.

"Wait!" Hua Jingmian called out to him, "What's this painting of yours?"

Aqi was annoyed. "I accidentally destroyed the Immortal Master's painting a year ago. Are you going to complain?"

That night, night fell.

The moon hangs high in the sky, without a single cloud in sight.

Hua Jingmian had just cleaned Jiang Zhaoyue's handkerchief and wine jug.

He made plans.

Tomorrow morning, I will return these to her and leave Jiugongmen.

From now on, I'm afraid they will never meet again.

Thinking of this, I feel extremely melancholy.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a rapid knock on the door.

Hua Jingmian picked up a gray cloth and covered it, then got up and opened the door.

A disciple stood there, panting.

Seeing him come out was like seeing a savior.

"Junior Brother Hua, something terrible has happened."

"What you did has implicated Senior Brother Aqi."

Hua Jingmian's heart sank.

The main hall of Qiongfang Hall.

Ye Zhao sat high up at the head, his brows and eyes clear, his expression a chill.

Below, Archie knelt on his knees, trembling.

This was exactly the scene Hua Jingmian saw when he stepped into the hall.

"Immortal Lord." He bowed and saluted, and had the good sense to stop calling him Master.

Seeing him coming, Aqi, who had been scolded, pointed at him and shouted to Ye Zhao, "Xianzun, it's him."

"Oh?" Ye Zhao raised the last part of his tone in displeasure, and turned his icy gaze towards Hua Jingmian, "You're the one who destroyed my painting?"

The majestic spiritual energy swept with murderous intent and hit Hua Jingmian's face.

The cold air enters the body, as if winter is coming.

Faced with such momentum, beads of sweat appeared on Hua Jingmian's forehead.

But this did not dissuade him. Instead, his rebellious psychology prompted him to take a few more steps forward.

"I wonder which painting the Immortal Venerable is referring to?"

Hua Jingmian did not act rashly until he understood the situation.

With a cold snort, Ye Zhao took action.

"Snapped!"

The painting was thrown from a high place and landed accurately in front of Hua Jingmian.

The scroll was half unfolded, and the other half was left ajar.

He picked it up and spread it out completely.

The painting of appreciating lotus after the rain looks brand new and vivid.

Where is it even a bit dilapidated and blurry as I saw before?

"What's wrong with this painting?" Hua Jingmian was confused.

Sarcasm flashed across Ye Zhao's eyes, and he said sarcastically, "Oh, you restored this painting?"

It turned out to be because of this.

"Yes." Hua Jingmian did not hide it.

"You won't change your words?" Ye Zhao asked again.

Hua Jingmian shook his head.

"Even if you die here today?" Ye Zhao walked down from above and stopped only at the stairs.

Archie's back stiffened.

Seeing it all, Hua Jingmian realized something, or perhaps he didn't realize it.

"I did it."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Ye Zhao's voice was cold and ruthless.

Hua Jingmian nodded, "I'm afraid."

He fears death the most.

"Then I'll give you a chance." Ye Zhao raised his voice, his expression terrifying. "The fish in the lotus pond died, and the painting was destroyed. Was it you who did it, or Aqi?"