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

Three ice needles emitting cold air broke through the air.

Hua Jingmian dodged the two ice needles on the right by moving sideways.

There was only one left, and he held it in his mouth.

He glanced at the two silver needles stuck in the window and smiled proudly.

He took the ice needle from his mouth and looked at the person at the door, "I told you..."

The cup on the coffee table shook violently.

Countless water droplets splashed out, and one of them fell on the back of his hand and turned into an ice needle that pierced his flesh.

The action was so fast, less than two seconds, that there was no chance for anyone to react.

Hua Jingmian's pride completely disappeared, and he looked very sad. "No more playing, no more playing."

The pain spread across his skin, and he quickly took out the ice needle and threw it out the window.

Looking towards the door, he knew who it was even though he hadn't seen anyone yet.

He has long been accustomed to this kind of frequent setbacks.

"It's been three years, how come you haven't made any progress?"

Steady footsteps were heard, and Ye Zhao walked into the tea room slowly, wearing a pure white robe like clouds in the sky.

"Master, your cultivation is profound and your skills are amazing. It's not shameful for me to lose to you."

Hua Jingmian was also helpless and had to lie with his eyes open.

Can't really blame him.

Ye Zhao's Ice Technique is so superb that it is impossible to defend against it.

It is said that when one reaches the highest level, one can condense the air into ice blades to kill people.

Ye Zhao almost rolled his eyes.

Without saying anything, I found a place to sit down.

Hua Jingmian quickly changed the subject, "Master, you're so busy, what brings you here?"

When asked about the key point, Ye Zhao took the tea he brought but didn't drink it.

"Pack up your things tonight and go down the mountain for training tomorrow."

She took out a silver-glowing note from the storage ring and gave it to him.

Hua Jingmian took it calmly and looked at the white note floating in his palm.

The three words "task post" were written in a flamboyant handwriting, and I had a vague guess.

He put his two fingers together and used his spiritual power to flip through the pages.

"A demon is haunting Yuqing Town in Yuncheng, attacking the Demon Suppression Tower and abducting countless eloping young men and women."

"This mission is to capture this monster. If it repents, imprison it in the Monster Suppression Tower. If it refuses to change, kill it on the spot."

Reading out the task word for word, Hua Jingmian was full of energy. "Then Master, will you come with me?"

He waved his sleeve and put the task post into his sleeve.

"We're going the same way, but I want to do something else." Ye Zhao looked thoughtful.

Sitting down opposite him, Hua Jingmian was curious, "What's the matter?"

Ye Zhao simply put down the tea and said, "The poison you used this time has no effect."

The rim of the teacup was smeared with poison.

With a twitch of his lips, Hua Jingmian collapsed dejectedly on the coffee table.

His face rested against the smooth tabletop, "Alas."

Failed again.

The next morning.

The sky is shrouded in clouds and mist, and flocks of white cranes fly by.

The vast square of Jiugongmen was filled with people.

When the head elder said goodbye to the people in the sect, he told Ye Zhao with great concern, "Junior brother, be careful and stay safe. If anything happens, use the sound transmission note to find us."

Ye Zhao bowed and said yes.

Hua Jingmian was absent-minded, looking for Miss Jiang's shadow in the crowd.

I couldn't find it and couldn't help but feel worried.

I went to see her yesterday afternoon, and Yu Yanran said she was in seclusion.

When Feng Qingwu came, she had no time to sigh, "Junior sister, let it go as soon as possible, don't be so obsessed."

Feng Qingwu subconsciously looked at Ye Zhao, and Ye Zhao was surprised.

Why are you looking at him?

Is it...

"I'd love to." Feng Qingwu quickly replied and pulled Ye Zhao, who was eager to eat melons, away.

Life is not just about love. She likes Ye Zhao's preference for her but is not obsessed with anything. The three of them have been like sisters and brothers for so many years, and they should protect each other emotionally and rationally.

Hua Jingmian also excused herself to ask Feng Qingwu about Miss Jiang, and had no time to call him, "Wait."

Hua Jingmian stopped and said, maybe he could ask the master about Miss Jiang?

The group of people left in a grand manner.

After leaving the prohibited flying area, everyone went their separate ways.

Those who fly swords fly swords, those who use mounts use mounts, and those who ride on the clouds ride on the clouds.

Ye Zhao used the hearse pulled by eight cranes last time.

Hua Jingmian arrived a few minutes late, and after going in, he was a little absent-minded the whole time.

By the time the hearse stopped at the city lord's house, the place was packed with people.

After showing the token connecting the nine stars of the Nine Palace Gate, and verifying that it was correct, someone immediately let people in, informed people, or led the way.

In the hall, the maids almost bowed and left after serving the fruits.

Although the city lord was sitting on the main seat, sweat kept coming out of his honest and slightly fat face.

He kept wiping it with a handkerchief, "Immortal Venerable, the artifact was lost because of our poor supervision. We are to blame, but we are mortals and there is nothing we can do."

Hearing this, Hua Jingmian, who was standing beside Ye Zhao with his arms crossed, rolled his eyes.

He had heard about this before. Three of the five sacred artifacts were left in the custody of Jiugongmen, one was missing, and one was kept by Yucheng.

It was the city lord's strong request. To put it nicely, it was to use the whole city's strength to protect the artifact, but in reality, it was still unclear who was protecting whom.

But, what does it have to do with him? Just have fun.

"It was originally stored with you. My Nine Palace Sect worked together to set up a formation. Normally, no one can break it." Ye Zhao was realistic.

Even if the Demon Lord comes, he will suffer a great loss under this formation.

The only way to take the artifact away unscathed is by some traitor...

The city lord touched his nose in embarrassment. "This is a long story. For the sake of the people of Yuncheng, I implore the Immortal Venerable to retrieve the artifact to prevent a catastrophe."

"I have a condition." Ye Zhao said.