The female supporting role of the abusive novel was once again manipulated by the coquettish villain

After Ying Lian returned to Xingwu Hall, she saw Jiang Xing and Jiang Jie who were still waiting in the hall.

"Senior Sister, are you okay?" Jiang Xing immediately ran to Ying Lian to greet her when he saw Ying Lian.

Ying Lian shook her head, "It's okay." She paused for a moment, then continued: "The man died, and I didn't find out the culprit."

Jiang Xing lowered his head when he heard the words, and he handed her the note clutched in his hand, "Senior Sister, it should be the one who chased and killed you last time."

Ying Lian took the note, and after reading it, the scroll ignited at her fingertips.

Her eyebrows were cold.

The bow and arrow skills carried by the thunderbolt that night were not something ordinary people can do.

Ying Lian searched the memory in her mind, but she couldn't find such a strong enemy.

In other words, the man killed her not for revenge, so...why?

Jiang Jie has been paying attention to the wound on Ying Lian's palm. After hesitating for a while, she decided to go forward and hand her a box of top-quality healing ointment.

"You have an injury on your hand, please apply some medicine first." Her expression and tone were a little unnatural.

Ying Lian is not hypocritical, "Thank you."

After she finished speaking, she took the box of ointment, walked to the seat opposite Jiang Xing and Jiang Jie and sat down, then took off the blood-stained cloth by herself, and carefully applied the medicine.

Jiang Xing has been paying attention to Ying Lian, and seeing the shocking fuzzy bloodstains on her palm, he feels suffocated for a while.

The senior sister was injured again because of him.

Sensing the boy's depression, Jiang Jie didn't speak, but just raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Although that person's goal is mine, I'm afraid he will come to hurt Jiang Xing again." Ying Lian treated the wound on his hand, then raised his head, and said seriously to Jiang Jie.

Jiang Jie's face became solemn, she nodded coldly, "I will take more precautions."

Seeing that Ying Lian was still thinking about him at this time, Jiang Xing was in a state of confusion, and couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

After Jiang Jie and Jiang Xing left, Ying Lian got up and walked out of the hall slowly, and walked into the yard.

Looking at the nearly crystal-clear begonia flower clusters under the warm and warm sun, instead of calming down, she felt tense.

Just dealing with a villain is enough to make her unable to do what she wants, and now that there is another hidden strong enemy, her crisis has aggravated a lot.

"Senior Sister." It was a familiar clear voice.

Ying Lian looked down and saw the young man holding a bunch of white wild cotton under the crabapple flowers and smiling brightly.

Coincidentally, at this moment, a gust of wind blew past, blowing away the boy's light-colored hairband, and his long black hair spread out like a waterfall, and was blown up by the wind again, the hair fluttered, messy and not lacking in beauty.

His sleeves were blown by the wind, forming a full arc, shining brightly.

Begonia petals fell one after another and landed on the swaying wild flowers in his arms. The fusion of pink and white was surprisingly eye-catching.

Ying Lian opened her eyes slightly, staring blankly at this breathtakingly beautiful picture.

Her crow-black eyelashes trembled slightly, and she unconsciously clenched the hand hidden in her sleeve.

This figure, this picture, was exactly the same as the one in her nightmare.

It turns out that in the original plot, before Ying Lian's death, the boy she was fond of was Su Yu.

Does that mean that I have been going around in a big circle, but I have always been in the original plot.

Does that prove that no matter what, I can't get rid of the tragic end of death.

What will it take to break this curse.

Seeing that there was no response, Suyu under the flower rain frowned slightly, and looked at her whole body carefully, only to find that her palm was wrapped in a white cloth.

His heart was suffocated, and she was hurt again.

He walked towards her quickly, stood two steps below her, and looked at her.

"Senior Sister, why are you hurt?" After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyelids to cover the darkness in his eyes.

Anyone who dares to hurt her must die.

Ying Lian came back to her senses, she lowered her eyes to look at the person in front of her, feeling a little bit worried for a moment.

She looked away from him, and said calmly, "I accidentally hurt him."

There was a carelessness in her tone, how could Su Yu not understand, seeing that she was unwilling to talk to him more, the tyranny in his heart became heavier.

He suppressed his anger, and held the flower in his hand to her, "Senior Sister, this flower is for you."

He heard from the male disciple next door that women like flowers.

Ying Lian looked into his twinkling eyes, but still couldn't bear to say unfeeling words, she shortened her body and took it from his arms.

The white petals of the wild cotton wool were tinged with purple, which she thought was beautiful.

"Thank you, Junior Brother." She suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her heart, and thanked with a smile.

Her voice is as soothing as spring water.

Suyu looked at her smiling face silently, and the slight anger in her heart disappeared without a trace as if blown away by the wind.

He lowered his head and raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Senior Sister, do you like it?"

The young man at this time had no idea that the flowers he gave were cheap wild flowers that no man in the sect would pick to give to the woman he liked.

Ying Lian looked at his flying hair, but didn't answer.

She won't say anything against her will, he and this flower make her feel more oppressed, even though she understands that he doesn't know anything, she also... doesn't want to get too close to him.

The smile on the corner of Suyu's mouth gradually disappeared.

She doesn't like this flower, doesn't like the flowers he sent, or... doesn't like him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing at himself secretly, didn't he always know that she didn't like him?

Ying Lian was uncomfortable being stared at by him, she looked at his loose hair, then at the hairband that was blown off by the wind and hung on the swing.

She turned her head a little stiffly, then walked down the wooden steps, bypassing Suyu, and walked towards the swing.

She hugged the flowers in her arms tightly with one hand, and picked up the hair tie with the other, then walked to the boy and handed the hair tie to him.

"Your headband."

Su Yu's eyes fell on the hair tie in her palm, and he slowly raised his hand to pick up the hair tie.

"Sister, can you fasten it for me?"

It was clearly a question sentence, but his tone revealed a tough one.

Ying Lian didn't expect that he would ask her to tie his hair, she froze for a moment, looked at the flowers in her bosom, "Okay."

After she finished speaking, she put the flowers on the swing, then took the hair tie in his hand, and walked behind him.

Looking at his back, Ying Lian couldn't reach his head even with her toes, she finally realized, and said helplessly: "You are too tall, I can't reach it, you go sit on the swing."

Hearing this, Su Yu turned around and looked down at her, looking at the person who only reached his shoulders, he really wanted to hug her tightly.

He hooked his slender fingers, and then obediently sat on the swing.

Ying Lian walked behind him, gently lifted his hair that fell on his shoulders, and then tied it for him.

Su Yu felt the itching from his head, and he unconsciously clenched the edge of the swing.

"Okay." The girl's voice was crisp and clear, sounding from above his head.

Sensing her taking a step back, Su Yu felt restless, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Ying Lian looked down at the young boy on the swing, she was silent for a while, but still said the tangled words.

"You don't have to send it to me in the future." Her voice was a bit cold.

Su Yu suddenly stopped, his back was stiff, as if a basin of cold water had been poured into his heart, and then he suddenly became sullen.

He stood up suddenly, across the swing, clasped her shoulders, "Why?"