Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

Jing Fansheng and Jing Shiyi galloped all the way for most of the night, until the sky was slightly bright, and they settled in a small town thousands of miles away from Liangyi City.

This time Jing Fansheng still asked for a room at the inn.

Eleven Night didn't say a word, and after entering the house, he sat by the table by himself, took out those storage bags and started tinkering with them.

Jing Fansheng Yujian flew all night, exhausted a lot of spiritual power, and now he is very weak.He should have gone to sleep, but he still sat next to Eleven, hesitating and pitifully not knowing how to speak.

He always felt that with just one mouthful, he could tell people what was going on.But only in this situation now, he knew he was in the wrong, and felt that it was a little bit of a shame to apologize to his son... He just didn't know how to deal with it.

And he knew that what Jing Shixi needed was not his apology.

Rather than an apology, what Eleven needs now is an explanation.

For example, why did he run away when he saw Yan Xiaoran.Why did the two of them know each other and still have a grudge? Every time he mentioned Mr. Xiao Ran for so many years, Jing Fansheng didn't say anything.

Even when he was young, Jing Fansheng would tell him some interesting stories about Xiao Ranjun's weapon refining when he was young.Although when he grew up, Eleven thought that Jing Fansheng should have made those up - he didn't think that his father was acquainted with the famous Xiao Ranjun.

But even this he is not sure now, after all, Jing Fansheng didn't even tell him that they knew each other before.

Jing Fansheng sighed silently, not wanting to continue this topic.He really couldn't tell Eleven about the shitty thing between himself and Xiao Ranjun, the idol he had admired for many years.

Jing Fansheng didn't speak, and Shi Yi would not speak first.

The two fought coldly for a while, but Jing Fansheng couldn't take it anymore.

He suddenly laughed heartlessly, and said: "Don't think too much, Yan... Xiao Ranjun and I did know each other before, after all, we are all about the same age, there is only a difference of one or two hundred years, hehe... But it's also I'm not very familiar with you. And you also know that now that I'm ruined and everyone is screaming for beatings, Mr. Xiao Ran is a righteous man who subdues demons, so I naturally want to hide when I see him."

Eleven suddenly looked up at him and said seriously, "But you are not a demon."

Jing Fansheng thought that the child felt sorry for him, and was moved, and said, "Oh, it doesn't matter, since they say I am, then I am..."

Unexpectedly, Eleven said in a more firm tone: "I believe Mr. Xiao Ran will be able to distinguish right from wrong."

Jing Fansheng: "..."

Jing Shixi also said: "Mr. Xiao Ran is righteous and upright. He is the best at distinguishing right from wrong. Maybe he can give you justice."

Jing Fansheng: "..."

He is now more and more confused, how did the blind worship of Eleven come about?Counting the number of times this kid left Jedi Valley to meet outsiders, this is only the third time, where did he hear about it, and why did he worship Yan Xiaoran so much!

So this world was created for that man named Yan Xiaoran?Not only those Yingying and Yanyan girls will jump up when they see Yan Xiaoran like a fly seeing mung bean cake, is it inevitable that his son is also unavoidable? !Thinking about it this way, the fact that I successfully stole Yan Xiaoran's limelight all those years ago was really due to my own talent... Hehehe!

Jing Fansheng said that he was very angry, jealous and had a headache, so he just walked away and fell on the bed to sleep.

It was already afternoon when he woke up, and Jing Shixi was still sitting at the table motionless, drawing the formation one stroke at a time with a focused expression.

At this time, the child had already taken off the mask that covered half of his face, revealing his whole face.A pair of bright star eyes, light-colored, thin lips, the lips are very straight, it is a very handsome face.Coupled with a little baby fat, it looks a little cute, and people can't help but want to go up and rub it a few times.

Jing Fansheng proudly admired it for a while, and then began to worry again.

He thought that one day on the eleventh day, he would wander in this world full of cultivators. He was still so young, so he couldn't stay in the Jedi Valley forever like him.Nor can he be branded as a demon at a young age.

Before leaving the valley, Jing Fansheng confessed his current reputation to Jing Shiyi.

But the child didn't know whether he didn't understand the dangers outside, or he didn't dislike his troubles, and he didn't want to change his name for life or death. He also said that if anyone asked, he would never deny that his father was Jing Fansheng. Masks don't change the appearance either.

Thinking of this, Jing Fansheng laughed silently.He thought proudly, Jing Shishi really deserves to be his son.

Jing Fansheng lay on his back on the bed again, raised his hands up to his eyes.

These are a pair of very clean and beautiful hands, in stark contrast to the worn sleeves of the Taoist robe on the wrist.The light-white fingertips have long and slender knuckles, and the back of the white hand still clearly reveals the lines of some blood vessels.

The plot of this world has obviously been disrupted by him, but the male protagonist still counterattacks as soon as he says counterattack, and he also regained his status as cannon fodder overnight. Although he did not die, there is no difference.

Jing Fansheng didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that the great change 15 years ago had indeed brought him a big blow.

No matter in the last life or in this life, he has always been the pride of heaven.

Even if Jing Fansheng in the novel is set as the cannon fodder of Bai Lianhua, it cannot be denied that he has already possessed an outstanding advantage that many people can't match since he was born - he was born in a famous medical school like Chongming Mountain (in order to save the male lead) ), the refining skills are naturally full-level (in order to save the hero and use various pills to improve his cultivation), and the talent for sword practice is naturally full-level (in order to save the hero and guide his cultivation).With such a unique condition, after the soul was replaced by the self who was not white at all, the plot changed greatly.

It is also a bit funny to say, he has lived for hundreds of years, and the first setback in his two lifetimes was the incident 15 years ago.

Maybe it was because he had never fallen before—it was a big fall from heaven to hell all at once, so even though so much time had passed, Jing Fansheng found that he still couldn't stand up again.

Although self-esteem does not allow him to admit it, Jing Fansheng can't help but think that maybe his arms can't twist his thighs, and this time he can't beat the golden rules and iron rules of this world based on the novel "The Evil and the World".

This thought made him a little disheartened for a long time.

If it wasn't for worrying that Eleven would venture out of the valley alone, he would most likely be basking in the sun in the Jedi Valley right now.

...Even if he knows that he is in a book, maybe everything is just a set of virtual data, Jing Fansheng can't help feeling fond of his own son.

Although the family background in the previous life was so good that it could be ranked in the top ten on the Forbes list, but in fact family affection is the coldest thing in their family.

The former Jing Fansheng, or Jingqi, didn't understand any feelings.

It's just that living in the harmonious atmosphere of Chongming Mountain for hundreds of years has allowed Jing Fansheng to appreciate the true feelings of the world.Later, after Jing Shishi was born, he gradually understood a lot...the feeling of licking a calf.

With such emotions, he wanted to plan a world for Jing Shishi.

It's a pity that the current plot is all messed up.The ridiculous thing is that it was because he was too confident, arrogant, and brazenly tampered with the plot that he didn't know what to do now.

After all, in the original novel, which is defined as a harem stallion novel, there is absolutely no Jing Shiyi.

He clenched his hands into fists, suddenly yawned loudly, turned over lazily and sat up.

Jing Shixi was rubbing his fingers against the jade slip that he had touched very round and shiny, when he was pulled back from his thoughts by the sudden yawn, he turned his head and glanced at him, and continued to think about his own things.

Jing Fansheng got out of bed and said, "Let's go, let's go now!"

Eleven Nao didn't understand what he was going to do again, and asked warily, "Where are you going?"

"Hmm... where are we going?" Jing Fansheng scratched his hair, and suddenly pointed to the east and said, "Why don't we go to Kunlun!"

Eleven's expression changed.

Jing Fansheng chuckled, and said, "I think you have almost learned the basics of refining weapons, so you should be considered a beginner. Anyway, there is nothing to do. Why don't you go for a stroll in Kunlun, maybe you can find a good master for you?" ..."

"Really?" Eleven looked at him with bright eyes, and finally raised the corners of his mouth.

Jing Fansheng couldn't stand his gaze, but seeing him finally smiled, he was still happy, so he pulled his cheek and said, "That's right, that's how it should be. Will be a little old man."

He asked Jing Shishi to prepare some things to bring on the road. He shook his head on the chair in the room for a while, then suddenly touched his face, and turned the big bronze mirror out of the Qiankun sleeve.

Although this bronze mirror does not have any function, it is also a magic weapon. The advantage is that it is much clearer than the ordinary bronze mirror in the mortal world, but it has the same effect as the ordinary mirror before I passed through it.

Jing Fansheng held up the bronze mirror in one hand, touched his face with the other, and made a sound like admiration from time to time.

After looking at it for a long time, I re-tied my hair bun that was completely out of shape due to sleeping and rolling around, and tied it tightly with a black cloth bag, and then put the mirror back.He took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve, poured out a pill and threw it into his mouth.

Jing Fansheng swallowed the elixir, and couldn't help dangling around like he couldn't sit still in a chair.

He closed his eyes, forcibly resisted the urge to grab his hair, and thought with some distress: "Kunlun!... I don't think I have killed anyone too important in Kunlun before, right?"