Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

In the middle of the night, there is a cool breeze.

The peach branches were so damaged that they trembled, and the peach blossoms shook off, covering the ground with a blanket of flowers.

A peach blossom fell into the window and landed on Xie Xingchen's hair.

Xie Xingchen was never restless when sleeping. When he turned over, he pinned Xiao Xiaolong tightly, and the peach blossom on his hair fell to the ground.

He murmured: "Mom, I have money in my bank card, I can finally treat you."

Xiao Xiaolong: "..."

It was not asleep, with its red eyes open.

Then, he struggled to get out from under Xie Xingchen, and looked at Xie Xingchen who was sleeping in an inelegant posture with a proud and dignified attitude.

There was a bit of complexity in the deep red eyes, which was completely different from the cute and cute look in the day.

"It's ridiculous that I would sleep with a loser like Xie Xingchen, and sleep like this for several days."

In the blink of an eye, the little dragon transformed into a man with eyes covered with ice, his face was cold, cold and inviolable.

He is tall and tall, and his whole body is like a thousand-year-old snow lotus on the top of a snow-capped mountain.

Noble, cool and arrogant.

Every full moon night, Qi Hanzhi will uncontrollably transform into a dragon, and in the middle of the night he will turn into a small dragon. This situation will last for several days.

He has a cold and impersonal personality.None of the disciples he accepted dared to look for him, which made him accidentally think that Xie Xingchen would not come to die.

Unexpectedly, Xie Xingchen not only sought death, but also saw his true form, and even regarded him as his spiritual pet.

……absurd.

Anyone who discovers his true identity will die.

Qi Hanzhi thought coldly, then stretched out a slender hand and placed it on Xie Xingchen's neck.

The skin on Xie Xingchen's neck was very white and looked very fragile.

As long as his cold hand exerts a little force, the person who is sleeping peacefully will immediately struggle in pain, and then you can appreciate Xie Xingchen's helpless resistance before his death.

It feels like it will be fun.

The fingertips touched the sensitive skin of Xie Xingchen's neck. Xie Xingchen felt that his neck was a little cold, and he quickly grabbed the ice-cold hand to prevent it from moving.

Qi Hanzhi smiled coldly. Do you think this can stop him from killing him?

But the next second-

"It's not cold anymore. It won't be cold soon."

Xie Xingchen covered his hand with two warm hands, as if he was trying to warm him with his own body?

Realizing this, Qi Hanzhi's cold eyes moved slightly under the icy veil, and a cold pool that had been silent for a long time finally started to ripple.

Is Xie Xingchen...warming his hands?

Xie Xingchen's body temperature reached his cold fingertips, and Qi Hanzhi felt it was a bit unreal. The last time he felt warmth was when he was kicked out of Dragon City.

He was extremely attached to this little bit of warmth.

It's like, even people in darkness will instinctively crave light.

Qi Hanzhi temporarily extinguished his desire to kill Xie Xingchen. He liked Xie Xingchen's warm hands. If he killed him, his hands would become stiff and cold without warmth. That would be boring.

As for the secret of his true identity, as long as Xie Xingchen didn't tell anyone, he could consider saving his life.

After all, it was easy for him to kill Xie Xingchen.

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When Xie Xingchen woke up, he was taken to the Jiange Pavilion by a strange senior brother in a daze. He had a hairstyle on his head that was still sleeping.

The unfamiliar senior brother gave him a strange look, but did not remind Xie Xingchen and just walked across the vine bridge on his own.

Xie Xingchen stared in confusion and followed the senior brother step by step. When he reached the other end of the vine bridge, he couldn't hold back his sneeze.

——It was too cold outside Jiange, and there was still fine snow falling. He was cold.

"Thank you, junior brother, my cultivation needs to be strengthened." The strange senior brother turned his back to him and used the spiritual key to open the door of the sword pavilion.

Xie Xingchen nodded, "Senior brother is right, we should improve our cultivation. This stupid sect doesn't even have a hand warmer, so I have to use my spiritual power to light a fire to warm myself up."

His current spiritual power and the fire coming out of his fingertips are simply not enough.

The strange senior brother was speechless: "..."

"Thank you, junior brother, you can use the pinch-warming technique to resist the severe cold." The strange senior brother couldn't hold it back.

"Oh, it turns out you can still play like this."

The strange senior brother looked at the fool and said: "..."

It seems that there is a reason why Master Qi did not value Xie Xingchen before.

The door of the sword pavilion opened. The strange senior brother did not say any more nonsense. He led Xie Xingchen to the wooden stand, "Junior brother Xie, Master Qi asked you to pick a sword that is handy and take a look."

There are rows of neatly arranged swords on the wooden shelves, with swords of different lengths and sharp edges.

Xie Xingchen looked from top to bottom, from left to right, not knowing which sword to choose.

Finally, he asked uncertainly: "Brother, my master is really willing to let you pick a sword for me? Don't you wait until I finish picking it and then stab me to death with one sword?"

After all, everyone in the Yulun Sect knew that Xie Xingchen, the original owner, was not favored.

The strange senior brother maintained his smile on the surface, but said silently behind his back: If Venerable Qi really said that, do you think I would still waste my time with you here?You've already started, why are you still here talking to me? !

The strange senior brother smiled gently and said sincerely: "How could it be possible? Venerable Qi has always been very kind to others. Naturally, he thought that your sword was too broken, junior brother, and asked you to change it to a better one."

"Oh," Xie Xingchen didn't believe it, although he also felt that his sword was too broken.

He upheld the spirit of free prostitution and said without any courtesy: "Then I want the wooden one, the short one, and the carved one!"

I specifically picked out a handle that I don’t see much use for, and one that is meant for beginners.

Senior brother almost vomited blood: "..."

After swallowing the feeling of vomiting blood, the senior brother still gave him a wooden sword, and he prayed in his heart:

Master Qi, it’s not my fault. It was your stupid apprentice who wanted this wooden sword for himself, and I didn’t obey him.