Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

Before Gu Jin opened his eyes, he felt his body become light, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed slowly, without any bumpy collisions or stinging pains.

I just felt a little cold, especially the lower part of my body, which was icy cold, as if I was lying on ice.

I struggled to open my eyes, and what I saw was the clear blue sky, clean and transparent, with white clouds dotted on the horizon.

The breeze was a little bit chilly. If it was a little stronger, it would feel as cold as a knife, and my cheeks seemed about to crack.

He moved his stiff body. His palms had no feeling, but he could still feel the roughness of ice and snow.

...Ice and snow...How could this happen?

Raising his hand and taking a look, Gu Jin tilted his head at the snowflakes on his red, frozen palms.

He and Qi Jinglin came to the top of the mountain... to cook, and then fainted... and are still on the snowy mountain...

"Qi Jinglin!" Gu Jin sat up suddenly and was almost pulled back. He turned around and saw that his cloak was taken off by Qi Jinglin, who was holding a cup of steaming tea in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Qi Jinglin turned his head slowly and met Gu Jin's eyes with cold eyes.

Thinking of the tragic scene he saw before fainting, and recalling the heart-wrenching pain in his memory, Gu Jin's eyes instantly turned red.

Looking at Gu Jin, whose eyes were red and filled with tears, Qi Jinglin pursed his lips gently.

No... I'm fine, why are you crying?

He didn't do anything.

I won't rely on him.

How about explaining...

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Gu Jin came over and kissed Qi Jinglin's thin lips with her red lips. The tears in her eyes turned into crystal clear tears that rolled down.

It fell on the back of Qi Jinglin's hand, causing him to shudder and push Gu Jin away.

Her eyes widened in shock, her pupils trembling as she looked at Gu Jin's face, her gaze unconsciously falling on his red lips.

"How...how dare you!" Qi Jinglin distanced himself and held the teacup in front of himself, the surprise on his face had not disappeared yet.

presumptuous?

Gu Jin was stunned by Qi Jinglin's words, and the romantic thoughts in his heart were shattered.

He wanted that scene again, why didn't you go over the script with him?

Qi Jinglin threw down the teacup in his hand, stood up, and hurriedly patted the snowflakes on his body, yelling incoherently, "I am your master! How dare you...how dare you..."

Qi Jinglin couldn't say anything, he snorted coldly and turned to leave the snow mountain.

Tilting his head to look at Qi Jinglin's leaving back, Gu Jin frowned in confusion. Looking at the cup that fell into the snow, his facial features were almost wrinkled into a ball.

Qi Jinglin doesn't recognize him anymore?

Thinking of the lightning that struck Qi Jinglin fiercely, Gu Jin nodded, "Did he lose his memory?"

But I also remember that I had a disciple like him.

Getting up from the ground, Gu Jin jogged to catch up with Qi Jinglin who was already at the foot of the mountain, and rushed over to hug his waist.

Qi Jinglin was almost knocked down by him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to prevent himself from slapping him away.

Leaning on his waist, Gu Jin looked up at Qi Jinglin and said breathlessly, "Have you forgotten me?"

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person hanging on his waist. The spiritual power in his hand flowed, and he hit Gu Jin's wrist without hesitation. He slowly raised his hand and pulled the person directly into the air.

Throwing it on the ground casually, Qi Jinglin's long eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were cold without a trace of emotion, like an ice block standing on the top of a mountain, cold to the bone.

"Why would I forget you? You are my apprentice Gu Jin. If you keep talking nonsense, I will punish you." Qi Jinglin stood tall, the cold wind blew up his sleeves and lifted his ink-stained long hair. His cold eyes stared down at him condescendingly.

Immortal.

Gu Jin looked at the familiar person in front of him and only thought of this word.

The Qi Jinglin in front of me is a real immortal.

Cold, distant, and indifferent.

"Yes, Master." Gu Jin lowered his head and spoke.

Qi Jinglin did not answer and continued walking towards Bingrong City.

Gu Jin hurriedly followed, rubbing his fingers together, and said slowly: "Master was injured by lightning, is your body okay?"

"It's just thunder and lightning, nothing to be afraid of." Qi Jinglin said.

Gu Jin nodded, his eyes moving slightly, "Master, do you still remember your origins?"

Do you remember the system and tasks?

Qi Jinglin paused for a moment and tilted his head to glance at Gu Jin, "Of course I remember, Xuan Cang of the Divine Clan."

“Xuan…” Gu Jin almost choked himself, frowned and looked at Qi Jinglin in disbelief, “Lord Xuancang?”

How can it be!

"If you were Lord Xuancang, I would be the devil." Gu Jin sneered, met Qi Jinglin's cold eyes, and quickly shut his mouth.

Qi Jinglin moved closer to Gu Jin step by step, staring into his eyes closely, and the pressure on Gu Jin invaded him.

Gu Jin swallowed, couldn't help but take a step back, and held Qi Jinglin's chest with his hand.

After the game, he still hadn't gotten used to Qi Jinglin's amnesia.

I hope you won’t be beaten.

"Don't you know that the man from Weiming Mountain has the Xuancang divine vein and is entrusted with a destiny?" Qi Jinglin spoke slowly.

Gu Jin looked at him blankly, "What destiny?"

I've heard it eight hundred times, but I still don't understand what destiny is.

"Seal the Withered Demon Mountain." Qi Jinglin said every word clearly.

Gu Jin stood there in a daze.

Wait a minute... He stroked...

Gu Jin lowered his head and thought hard. Qi Jinglin turned and left before he could catch up with him.

“So the disciples directly taught by Weiming Mountain have divine veins and will repair the seal of Kumo Mountain in the future. What about me…”

Gu Jin couldn't help but mutter to himself, with more and more doubts in his heart.

He doesn't have the Xuancang divine vein, but he does have a bit of...devil energy...

It's all over. There will be no more descendants.

When Gu Jin returned to the inn where they were staying, Qi Jinglin had already packed all his luggage. Gu Jin followed Qi Jinglin's packing while secretly looking at his expression.

"Xiao Jin."

"Here!" Hearing Qi Jinglin's voice, Gu Jin responded quickly.

Xiaojin?

When she realized the name he called her, she couldn't help but frown.

When I woke up, my lover became my boss.

"Practice this secret technique well. I will teach you swordsmanship when we return to the sect." Qi Jinglin took out a scroll and placed it on the table in front of Gu Jin, then shook his head silently.

I don't know how I trained my apprentice, alas...

As Qi Jinglin swallowed the words, Gu Jin seemed to hear the scolding of the head teacher in his ears.

You guys are truly the worst class I've ever taught.

Unfortunately, he is the only one in this class at Weiming Mountain.

"Yes." After taking the scroll, Gu Jin bowed his head respectfully.

He stuffed the scroll into the small package.

After looking at Gu Jin, Qi Jinglin opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

Gu Jin can fly a sword, but his skills are not as deep as Qi Jinglin's, and he is far inferior to Qi Jinglin in terms of speed and durability.

When we come, we talk about love and hug each other, so we don't pursue speed.

On the way back, Gu Jin could only travel with Qi Jinglin on the Immortal-Slaying Sword.

Gu Jin yawned out of boredom, her eyelids twitching. She looked up at Qi Jinglin, who was standing tall with his shoulders not slumped, and curled her lips in disdain.

He wanted to sit on the Immortal-Slaying Sword, but was afraid that Qi Jinglin would kick him off.

After yawning again, Gu Jin moved closer and tilted his head to rest on Qi Jinglin's shoulder.

The figure froze, and a bit of redness appeared on Qi Jinglin's fair face. He tilted his head to look behind him, cleared his throat, and said, "Get up."

“No.” Gu Jin groaned, “Master, I am tired and about to fall. Please let me lean on you.”

Gu Jin herself didn't even notice her dazed tone, it sounded like she was acting like a spoiled child.

Hearing Gu Jin's voice, Qi Jinglin stiffened his body, pursed his lips tightly, and fell into silence.

Feeling the steady breathing behind him, Qi Jinglin raised his hand to protect Gu Jin so that he would not fall down.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, the barrier enveloped the entire Immortal-Slaying Sword, blocking the biting cold wind outside the barrier.

Gu Jin placed his hand loosely on Qi Jinglin's waist, and smiled slightly.

Qi Jinglin, Qi Jinglin, your soft-hearted nature is so easy to grasp.

The two of them spoke in silence along the way. When it got completely dark, they asked for two rooms at the nearest post station to rest for the night and continued their journey the next day.

Finally, we arrived at Xiaoyao Sect on the afternoon of the sixth day, and our speed was twice as fast as before.

After jumping down from the Immortal Slaying Sword, he saw Yong Wei walking towards him quickly. Gu Jin resumed his appearance as the sect's senior brother and bowed, "Junior Brother Yong Wei."

"Big Brother, Uncle Jing Lin." Yong Wei said respectfully, "The Sect Master invites you."