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

Apart from the sound of the formation devouring his body, the only sound in his ears was his uncontrollable groaning.

Originally, he could still stand on the ground and resist, but as time went on, the fox mask on his head grew stronger instead of weaker, sucking him into the air like a giant suction cup.

Hua Jingmian's body floated in the air, less than two centimeters away from the mask.

There was not much time left as agreed with Ye Zhao, and without seeing him, Hua Jingmian went from being on the verge of collapse and resisting stubbornly to being completely disheartened.

He closed his eyes in sorrow, and his trembling fingertips brushed across the silk scarf that bound his eyes. He had tied it there because he was worried that his master wouldn't let him see his face. What a fool!

That's it.

Master has never liked him, so why would he care about his life or death?

This life will be used to repay my debt to Master. In the next life... there won't be any next life...

Physically exhausted and with his psychological defenses completely broken down, Hua Jingmian resigned himself to his fate and gave up his dying struggle.

The fox mask on top of the formation swallowed his head and body...

With a "clang" sound, a long sword swept over with the momentum to destroy everything.

Perhaps it was a hallucination caused by someone dying, but Hua Jingmian was actually vomited out by the mask and fell from a great height. At the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a graceful white figure running towards him...

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"What a terrible dream!"

Hua Jingmian suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a silk bed curtain with carvings of birdsong and flowers above his head.

Thinking of everything in the dream, he sat up suddenly and patted his chest several times.

"Nightmare, nightmare."

"How could I, a selfish and evil person like me, risk my life for my cheap master who always argues with me?"

"I must have been kicked in the head by a donkey. My life is priceless. It turns out that dreams and reality are opposites, hahahaha."

Patting his face which had lost its color, Hua Jingmian lifted the silk quilt and saw that he was wearing a white undershirt.

Then, he tilted his head to look at the surrounding layout and recognized that this seemed to be the mansion where the city lord lived.

I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't remember staying here?

Has he lost his memory?

"Bang bang bang!"

The only answer he got was a knock at the door.

"Please come in."

The person outside got permission and pushed the door open.

A pretty woman, as beautiful as a flower, came into the house with a tray and quickly placed it on the round wooden table.

He walked over and sat beside the bed, looking very concerned. "Master, you've been in a coma for seven days. Do you have a headache? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

She tried to feel Hua Jingmian's pulse, but before she could touch it, her hand dodged.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." Hua Jingmian saw that it was Chang She and told the truth, feeling secretly surprised.

When Chang She heard this, he quickly brought the bowl of pitch-black medicinal juice on the tray and said, "It's all Immortal Mingxi's fault for coming to save you so late. That life-changing formation is overbearing and cruel. If it had been any later, the master would have died."

Upon hearing this, Hua Jingmian almost knocked over the medicine she handed him, "What did you say? He saved me?"

"Master, have you forgotten about your trip to Ghost Mountain?" Chang She looked suspicious.

She had just returned from investigating the whereabouts of the missing men and women, and happened to see them and rushed to rescue them. Ye Zhao's condition was much more serious than Hua Jingmian's, and he almost died.

But Ye Zhao didn't let her tell about this matter. She was not a good person, so she definitely couldn't tell her master.

But even without saying these things, Hua Jingmian was still shocked.

So, it wasn't a dream.

The white figure I saw when I was on the verge of death was my master.

"Where is he?" he asked hurriedly.

Although he was completely confused, Chang She didn't dare to say anything more. "The guest room on the left."

Before he could finish, Hua Jingmian ran out so fast that his afterimage was left.

"Master, you haven't taken the medicine yet."

Looking at the warm medicine in his hand, Chang She stomped his feet angrily, and some of the medicine spilled on his clothes.

I didn't even bother to chase after him and quickly cleaned up.

"boom!"

Hua Jingmian forgot about etiquette and rushed in without having time to think about anything else.

He saw the person sitting on the couch by the window with her back to him, her black hair flying in the wind, her clothes fluttering, her pure white figure almost blending into the white pear blossoms in full bloom outside the window. Her thin and slender figure looked weak and fragile, but in fact she was like a green bamboo, upright and unyielding.

——Demon Clan Underground Palace——

The masked man in black who had returned from silencing a witness knelt down respectfully and said, "Master, Baili Qi is dead. All clues have been cleared. The Jiugongmen can't find us here."

The man in the high position still wore the green-faced, fang-toothed mask, the only difference was that he had a white porcelain jar in his hand.

There was a deafening sound of jumping and jumping coming from inside.

The man in black took a curious glance and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

This jar is the master's most treasured treasure. It seems to be a sacred artifact and is always carried with him. However, this treasure is very noisy and is tossed around a hundred or eighty times a day.

"Tell the people behind me to behave themselves for the time being. If they are discovered, I will be the first one to not let them go." Jiuyi exuded domineering power and rushed straight to his face.

The man in black hurriedly bowed and said, "As you command."

"You can go now." Jiuyi said bluntly.

The man in black retreated obediently.

The hall returned to darkness and silence. Jiuyi put the porcelain jar close to his ear and listened to the voice nonchalantly, "With you here, I have no reason to worry about failing to accomplish my great cause."