My script is a supporting role

All of a sudden, countless cold eyes and ridicules gathered together, and countless hateful faces were superimposed together, all of which evolved into this damn guy in front of him.

An inexplicable murderous intent suddenly welled up in Lin Jin's heart.

"Chong!"

Lin Jin quickly drew out the long sword at his waist, and slashed at Mo Chen's chest.

This move is far more ferocious than the one just now, the sword body is covered with extremely fierce vitality, and its momentum is like lightning.

The distance between the two sides was so close that Mo Chen had no way to avoid it.

The disciples of the Qingli Sect let out another burst of exclamation.

This is the rhythm of killing people!

Zhong Xiaowan couldn't help covering her mouth, her beautiful eyes were full of astonishment.

At this time, it was too late for her to make a move.

"Is the first scene going to be finished?"

Mo Chen could already feel the cold sword energy approaching his brows, but all kinds of weird thoughts popped up in his mind uncontrollably.

Why is this guy's murderous intent so heavy?

Seeing that Mo Chen was about to be seriously injured by Lin Jin's sword, a slender jade hand stretched out out of thin air, lifted Mo Chen's collar, and threw him several feet away.

This fall made him feel a little confused, and he couldn't find the southeast, north, south, and north for a while.

"Huh? There's no such thing in the script?"

Looking up, it was a beauty in Tsing Yi.

Although there are some traces of time on the face, it still cannot hide its peerless demeanor.

But the beauty in Tsing Yi was looking at him coldly with frosty eyebrows.

"You are Mo Chen?"

Mo Chen couldn't turn the corner, so he just said ah.

who is this?

Zhong Xiaowan showed a gleam of joy, stepped forward and said, "Mother!"

Chapter 7 The Thoughts of the Supporting Actors

When he got close, his eyes turned red, and he was so wronged that he was about to shed tears.

The beauty in Tsing Yi caressed Zhong Xiaowan's hair, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why didn't you take action just now? It's just the eighth level of entraining Qi, so powerful?"

Zhong Xiaowan glanced at Mo Chen from the corner of his eye, and said in a low voice, "Xiaowan doesn't want to fight with others."

The beauty in Tsing Yi sighed, shook her head and said, "Oh, your temper..."

Turning his head to Mo Chen, he said calmly: "One palm for one palm, I will take it as even."

"But I saved your life. I'll see what Zheng Qingshan has to say later."

Among the crowd of onlookers, there was an older person who recognized her identity.

"This is Mrs. Qingluo, she hasn't returned to the sect for many years."

"Ms. Qingluo is..."

"The elder of Xiangyang Peak, he has been away for many years, and he didn't expect to come back at this time."

"Ah! So that girl is Mrs. Qingluo's daughter."

"No wonder..."

Mo Chen looked at Mrs. Qingluo, but was a little dazed.

Which one is this?

The old man's voice sounded again, "Yes, you performed well today!"

Mo Chen yelled at the bad old man: "Zhong Xiaowan's mother? Didn't the script of this scene include this character?"

The bad old man said unhurriedly: "Ahem, it's not important. Your script is not very complete. It's mainly about you."

"The part that has little to do with you, you just play it normally according to the main line."

Twirling his messy long beard, the old man's eyes were a little weird.

"It actually aroused Boss Jin's murderous intentions, Mo Chen..."

"It's a bit of a surprise that Boss Jin's Dao Heart has not been fully understood...but this kind of trivial matter should not have any impact on him."

After all, the boss is a boss, so how could he be affected by such a small change.

Over there, Mo Chen was not happy when he heard the old man's words.

Doesn't matter?

Looking at that Qingluo's eyes, she almost wanted to tear Mo Chen apart.

And you say it doesn't matter?

Fortunately, after a slap, Qing Luo ignored him and looked at Lin Jin instead.

"Your name is Lin Jin?"

Lin Jin retracted his sword, bowed and saluted respectfully, and said, "This disciple is right, I have met Elder Qingluo."

Qingluo's gaze stayed on Lin Jin for a while, she slightly tilted her head, took Zhong Xiaowan's hand, and said, "Let's go."

Zhong Xiaowan followed behind Qingluo, but turned her head away.

He whispered to Lin Jin, "Thank you!"

Lin Jin smiled indifferently, like a bright moon and a breeze.

"Girls don't need to worry about little things."

"Ok!"

Zhong Xiaowan lowered her head, seeming a little shy.

Moving slowly, he passed Mo Chen who was still sitting on the ground in a daze.

Mo Chen's neat and straight Taoist uniform has been cut to pieces, and because he rolled on the ground twice, his body was covered in mud, and he looked extremely disheveled.

When passing by Mo Chen, Zhong Xiaowan's footsteps faltered slightly, and he glanced at him quickly from the corner of his eyes.

"I thought...you wouldn't be that kind of person."

The voice was as thin as a mosquito, but with a hint of inexplicable sadness.

Mo Chen didn't look up, nor did he look at the back of Zhong Xiaowan leaving.

What kind of person am I?

I am a petty, cunning, despicable, shameless, greedy, lustful, black-bellied, sinister, vicious, and bloodthirsty villain.

My malice, my crime, you have not seen yet.

As soon as the farce ended, the disciples who were watching also left in twos and threes.

It's just that the way they looked at Mo Chen and Lin Jin was a little different from the beginning.

"Lin Jin... Is this kid really as useless as the rumors?"

"Brother Mo...hehe..."

Lin Jin gave Mo Chen a cold look, turned and left.

Mo Chen patted the dirt on his body and stood up.

really tired.

Being a human is tiring.

It's more tiring to be a supporting role.

On a small road back to Lieyang Peak, a sack suddenly covered his head.

From the slightly opened gap of the sack, only a few embroidered forged shoes could be seen faintly.

Mo Chen felt something was wrong.

"What are you going to do?"

No matter how you listen to this voice, it has a harsh taste.

"Beat him!" a girl scolded softly.

The voice is clear and pleasant, but it is full of heroic spirit.

Bang bang bang bang!

Mo Chen fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, and shouted at the bad old man, "Which one is this?"

The bad old man let out a nasty hey hey dry laugh.

"This is the female disciples of Xiangyang Peak... It seems that you really angered that mountain."

Mo Chen said angrily, "Didn't you write the script?"

"That's not how you add drama! Isn't the supporting role human?"

The bad old man stroked his beard and said leisurely: "Didn't I tell you before? Even if you arrange the fortune line, the world can only be determined out of ten, or why there is the word 'variable'?"

"But you don't have to worry, for now, everything is under control."

Mo Chen: "... Is this within your grasp?"

After receiving a severe beating in vain, Mo Chen went back to his hut in Lieyang Peak dejectedly, and cleaned himself up briefly.

Looking at the scars on his body and touching the bruises and lumps on his face, he felt extremely useless.

"Am I not a strong supporting role?"

"Shouldn't the protagonist be suppressed by me when he first came out, and then slowly rise up to fight back?"

The old man's voice rattled, "Nowadays it's not popular for the protagonist to be abused for too long. Basically, revenge is reported on the spot. I also followed the new routine."

Routine?

Shit routine!

Just looking at Lin Jin's last sword, the complete murderous intent suddenly appeared, and there was no room for it.

Can the main character kill at will?

Is the main character doing the right thing?

According to this routine, can I still survive the day when the protagonist proves his way?

No, the old man is unreliable.

He will only stand on the side of the protagonist.

"The supporting role can't be so useless!"

If the protagonist wants to add drama, he can add drama, if he wants to beat people, he can beat people, if he wants to kill people, he can kill people.

If he doesn't have a way to deal with it, the opponents in this life may be beaten lightly, and the lack of arms and legs may be his main line.

Mo Chen began to feel that the life of this supporting role was not as easy as he imagined.

What's more, there is a tragic ending waiting for him in the script: "Being beaten by a group of protagonists and dying violently"!

Mo Chen gritted his teeth secretly.

It must be strengthened.

Strength is king.

Life is not easy, how can you be so useless?

Except when he was in the WTO, this giant book threw him a pill, which washed his marrow and cut his veins, and directly raised his cultivation qualifications by an unknown number of levels.

But at other times, I just practiced in the sect step by step.