My script is a supporting role

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Standing outside the inn, Lin Jin felt his heart beating wildly, and even his palms were soaked in cold sweat.

Zheng Qingshan's singing continued, especially clear in the silent night sky.

"The blue wind case, the green willow screen, the water full of glass and the moon..."

"The golden hairpin is cold, the jade ring is frosty, and I go to the west mountain without words..."

The singing started a little higher, and after singing two lines, the sound broke at the end.

Suddenly, the singing sound pierced through the endless darkness and fell directly into Lin Jin's heart.

Lin Jin couldn't help jumping up reflexively.

A golden sword, black wings, a figure like a demon king...

Thunder, lightning, flying butterflies...

Furious fists, endless darkness...

Pieces of sporadic fragments flashed before his eyes, but he couldn't piece them together into a complete picture.

But the indescribable palpitations and tremors brought about by these fragments seemed to be rooted deep in his heart, instantly occupying every part of his body, making it impossible for him to escape.

Lin Jin's eyes were full of surprise, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Why, do I feel this way?"

Above the heavens, the bad old man is already unconscious.

Bo Yang fed the bad old man two elixir, but it seems that it will take some time for him to wake up.

Bo Yang stood on the destiny roulette, silent for a long time.

"Sangbai..."

"Don't you realize that all these things have long been out of your control?"

After watching for a while, Bo Yang suddenly noticed that there were several long and thin cracks on the destiny roulette, which was neatly laid out by the bad old man.

Bo Yang couldn't help being moved: "This fate has already begun to break down!"

Cracks have begun to appear in the general trend of destiny, which means that the numerology of everyone in the world will be affected.

And if the destiny is completely broken, all the pre-set fortunelines will be broken.

At that time, the fate of everyone in this world will be unknown and then redefined.

It's just that when that time comes, where the trend of the world will lead, even gods like them who live high in the heavens will not be able to predict.

The day when the fate of destiny completely collapses, it will be the beginning of a world of chaos.

Bo Yang's face was a little ugly.

Because upon closer inspection, the place where the cracks occurred is actually not without traces.

They are all closely related to the trajectory of Mo Chen's actions.

"Since Mo Chen deviated from Sang Bai's script, I'm afraid these cracks have already appeared."

It's just that at that time, such a change was almost unnoticeable, and it didn't attract their attention.

Pushing the destiny roulette backwards only magnifies these cracks more clearly.

In other words, ever since Mo Chen changed the direction of the script, the collapse of destiny has been inevitable.

However, how can a small mortal break the fate of the fate?

Bo Yang looked up at the Eye of Heaven.

Amidst the colorful divine light, the Eye of Heaven was as silent as ever, full of icy majesty.

"Sang Bai pushed the destiny roulette backwards, but Mo Chen pushed the destiny roulette two more spaces..."

"The way of heaven..."

"Are these... within your control again..."

Standing outside the inn, Lin Jin listened to Zheng Qingshan's singing from time to time, with a confused look on his face.

Now, he clearly remembered his purpose of coming to this inn.

But with a confused mind, he couldn't decide whether he should go in or leave now.

Such a choice was difficult, and he had never had it before.

All along, he has been very firm and clearly understands what he wants to do and how he wants to do it.

He never had the slightest doubt or wavering in himself.

Now that he has come here today, and since he has a plan, he should go straight into the room and chop down with his sword, without delay.

But now, his people had clearly arrived outside the inn, but they hesitated to take that step.

All of this was just because of the inexplicable fear that came from nowhere.

"Lin Jin..."

At some point, Zhong Xiaowan stood in front of him, still as gentle as water, but looked at him with a hint of doubt.

"Shouldn't you be going to Zixiao Seminary?"

"Why did you come here to the northwest?"

Lin Jin came back to his senses and said hoarsely, "Why are you here again?"

Zhong Xiaowan said: "There have been so many things happening in the Northwest recently, and I realized that you seem to have gone in the wrong direction, so... I came here to take a look..."

Lin Jin said coldly, "Come and take a look?"

"Are you worried that I will harm him?"

Lin Jin was talking by himself, but felt a little strange.

Why did he have an unreasonable feeling of resistance towards Zhong Xiaowan in his heart?

Zhong Xiaowan said softly: "You know, what I practice is the soul art, and my perception is also very good..."

Lin Jin suddenly blurted out: "The person you perceive may not necessarily be me, right?"

Zhong Xiaowan stared fixedly at Lin Jin, frowned gradually, then sighed softly, and said, "Whatever you think, it's up to you..."

"I'm a little tired today, and I don't want to argue with you."

Seeing Zhong Xiaowan like this, Lin Jin felt an inexplicable anger again.

Such a cold appearance, is it the default?

However, just after this anger arose, the figure with the black wings flashed before his eyes again. The trembling feeling deep in his heart made his heart tremble again, and even his fingertips trembled unconsciously.

"Huh...huh..."

Lin Jin took a few deep breaths in a row before calming down the feeling.

Zhong Xiaowan sensed Lin Jin's strangeness and asked, "Are you... sick?"

Lin Jin didn't understand where his sense of fear came from, but this feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

"You don't need to ask!"

After dropping a few words, Lin Jin blushed, looked at Zheng Qingshan's room again, turned around and left in a muffled voice.

Zhong Xiaowan looked at Lin Jin's leaving back and remained silent.

In the past, she should have caught up and asked what happened.

But today, she suddenly lost her interest.

All along, she always felt that there was always an invisible thread between Lin Jin and her.

There are many things between them that are like coincidences predestined by God.

This feeling, at the beginning, made her feel a little surprised.

She also thought that this was the fate in the legend.

Which girl doesn't long for a marriage destined by nature?

The predestined person appeared in front of him with a sword and a white horse, and from then on, the world of mortals joined hands, holding the sword to the end of the world.

This is the dream of every ordinary woman in the world.

But this small surprise at first gradually turned into a kind of trouble as time went by.

She could clearly feel that there was indeed an invisible bond between her and Lin Jin.

But the relationship between the two of them is not at all a tacit understanding, let alone a mutual understanding.

Most of the time, Zhong Xiaowan felt that she and Lin Jin were forcibly bound together by a rope.

Later, they often had conflicting ideas and disagreements.

But Zhong Xiaowan was more and more able to perceive the inexplicable murderous intent welling up in Lin Jin's heart from time to time.

She even had an illusion that the intertwining point of fate between her and Lin Jin was not a marriage, but a crossing leading to death.

This gradually made her feel scared.

Lin Jin's figure was already submerged in the night.

Zhong Xiaowan looked a little tired.

The soul art she practiced is not physically strong, and she is indeed a little tired after walking such a long distance.

The northwest wind was blowing in gusts, making her shoulders feel a little chilly.

Zheng Qingshan's singing Yi Yi Ya Ya wafted out again.

"Parting with a glass of wine, drinking for half a lifetime, lovesickness and sorrow..."

Zhong Xiaowan looked up at the light shining in the room, thought for a while, lifted her skirt gently, and walked into the inn.

"Boom boom boom!"

Crystal white fingers lightly tapped on the door panel.

"Squeak!"

The door opened, Zheng Qingshan stood at the door, there was some faint smell of alcohol on his body, but his eyes were still very clear.

Seeing Zhong Xiaowan, Zheng Qingshan was not surprised, but said directly: "Lin Jin is gone?"

Zhong Xiaowan was surprised instead, "The elder already knows that he is outside?"

Zheng Qingshan smiled lightly: "I originally wanted to get drunk today, but suddenly I felt something, so I only drank a little."

"So there is movement outside, I still know something."

Zheng Qingshan felt a little weird in his heart today, so until now, he only drank two glasses of wine.

Most of the time, he is singing songs to entertain himself.

Because he didn't drink much, he had already sensed that Lin Jin was standing outside, and his mood was fluctuating, and occasionally, he even had murderous intentions.

These made Zheng Qingshan a little curious about what this weird kid wanted to do.

But Zhong Xiaowan happened to appear again, and after talking with Lin Jin, Lin Jin left again.

Now that he's gone, Zheng Qingshan doesn't want to ask any more questions.

Zhong Xiaowan was a little preoccupied, sighed softly and said: "Xiaowan heard the elder's song is beautiful, and suddenly wants to come in for a glass of wine."

Chapter 3 Seventeen Weird Hallucinations

"Drink?" Zheng Qingshan couldn't help laughing, and said, "That's just right."

"I said why I can't drink this wine today. It must be because I drink too little wine alone. It's very boring, so even bringing this wine is less enjoyable."

"Since you're here, have a drink with me."

After a pause, he looked Zhong Xiaowan up and down again, "Your mother is famous in Qingli School for her drinking capacity."

"I just don't know if she passed it on to you..."