Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

So they marched on...

Feng Qingyou and the other two followed behind Yao Chengfeng.

Yao Chengfeng wore a white robe with dragon patterns and a peacock feather cloak. He looked very imposing as he walked through the snow.

Watching Yao Chengfeng walk ahead, Feng Qingyou suddenly felt as if he were a peacock walking in the snow.

Many people eventually split up.

Yao Chengfeng walked ahead, while Mo Xinghun and the other two followed behind.

Looking at all of this, it seems to be proceeding just like in the story.

But Feng Qingyou knew that she would not lose this time, because she had Qing Sang by her side, who could give her a heart transplant.

And Mo Xinghun, he's different now too.

Yao Chengfeng eventually entered the cave. This cave wasn't exactly a cave, because there was a crack in the ceiling, and snow was blowing down from below.

Yao Chengfeng walked ahead, and the three of them followed behind him, all of them walking very quietly.

As Feng Qingyou walked, she stopped.

Mo Xinghun and the others also stopped.

Seemingly hearing the noise behind him, Yao Chengfeng also stopped.

He turned his head slightly, and Feng Qingyou's long sword was already raised in front of him.

Yao Chengfeng didn't move; his dark eyes simply watched her quietly.

Feng Qingyou gripped the sword hilt tightly, and her knuckles ached from the excessive force.

Qing Sang didn't speak. Seeing that Feng Qingyou didn't move, she reached out and touched Feng Qingyou.

Feng Qingyou frowned when she was touched, feeling a surge of annoyance. How could she still be affected by the sensation between her heart and body at a time like this? It was really going too far.

Her hand paused slightly before thrusting forward.

She thought Yao Chengfeng would make a move, but Yao Chengfeng stood there motionless, as if waiting to die.

Feng Qingyou felt a sense of surprise and disbelief, but the long sword in his hand had already slit his throat.

Seeing blood suddenly gushing from his neck, Feng Qingyou's sword fell to the ground.

Yao Chengfeng suddenly knelt down on the ground, a trickle of blood slowly flowing from his lips.

At this moment, Qing Sang also took a step and walked up to him.

Qing Sang's hand also reached into his chest.

“Qingyou…”

At this moment, a smile appeared on Yao Chengfeng's lips.

Despite the raging wind and snow, the smile on his face was incredibly gentle, and Feng Qingyou noticed something different.

He called himself Qingyou... no, he wasn't Yao Chengfeng at all.

My feelings for him weren't the same as the emotions portrayed in the story.

"stop!"

When Feng Qingyou saw that Qing Sang's hand was about to reach inside Fan Yao Chengfeng's body, she immediately cried out.

However, her body had not yet had time to rush to their side.

She felt a sharp pain in her neck, then felt dizzy and collapsed.

The moment she closed her eyes, tears slid down her cheeks.

When she woke up again, she sat up abruptly.