Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

"Pfft-cough cough cough cough..."

Qi Jinglin squirted out a mouthful of water before he even opened his eyes, followed by a violent cough. His lungs were burning with pain. His wet and cold clothes stuck to his body as if his hands and feet were bound by ropes.

Qi Jinglin struggled to hold himself up, his eyes blurred with tears from coughing, and it took him a long time to regain his strength.

"What's going on?" Qi Jinglin grabbed his collar, the pain caused by suffocation had not completely faded away, and his voice was hoarse.

The system made no sound and seemed to have disappeared.

Qi Jinglin knew that the system was afraid of what conditions he would continue to propose.

There was only a narrow sliver of moon above the head, and the wilderness was pitch black. Only the little bits of moonlight on the lake behind him shone with sparkling light and shadow.

After groping his way up from the ground, Qi Jinglin looked around at the lush woods and stacked mountains. For a moment, he really couldn't confirm the place.

"Forget it." Qi Jinglin sighed softly, raised his hand to make a secret, dried the moisture on his body, and then looked at his palm in surprise.

The trickling spiritual power is lighter than the leaves above the head.

At the end of the scroll, there is nothing left.

"What's the situation?" Qi Jinglin was dissatisfied with the summoning system, "Where is my spiritual power? Where is my cultivation?"

The system was forcefully pulled out, he cleared his throat and whispered,

[Lin Lin, you have theoretically been destroyed in spirit and form, how can you have any cultivation? 】

The Gods' lightning formation didn't kill him because of God's mercy, and he still wanted to cultivate, hehe...hehe...

The system didn't have the guts to say it directly, so it could only whisper it secretly.

Looking resentfully at the body that had not even reached the foundation level, Qi Jinglin pursed his lips tightly, "Can't you choose someone with some cultivation?"

What is his standard?

【Don’t you dislike it? 】

The system groaned with dissatisfaction and strongly recommended this body to Qi Jinglin.

[This body is absolutely beautiful! 】

It's exactly the same as you were in your last life!

Qi Jinglin: "..."

He no longer wants to talk. His mother said not to talk to fools.

He found a clean place, sat down cross-legged, took a deep breath, Qi Jinglin closed his eyes and concentrated on the spiritual energy around him.

He seemed to have lost a lot of memory. He didn't know where he came from or where he was going. However, he had complicated skills and techniques in his mind, and even no trace of them could be found in the Xiaoyao Sect's library.

"Ping Ling Sword, start!" Qi Jinglin quickly formed the seals in his hand, and the complex and complicated seals were completed in one go. When he opened his eyes, his spiritual consciousness had already possessed the Pingling Sword.

As if feeling Qi Jinglin's aura, Pingling Sword trembled excitedly, and made a crisp sword cry that echoed in the empty room.

In a short moment, Qi Jinglin opened his eyes, looked up into the distance and frowned slowly, "Is Gu Jin nearby?"

Depending on Li Jin's character, he will definitely keep the Pingling Sword with him.

The fact that Pingling Sword was so close to him only meant that Gu Jin was also nearby.

I haven't figured out why, but the little lights are swaying in the dark night, like forgotten pearls at the foot of the mountain, emitting a faint light.

"Young master! Young master..."

"Young master, where are you?"

"Little Lord……"

There was urgency and panic in the call, and a little bit of crying seemed to be audible.

Qi Jinglin withdrew his spiritual consciousness, and the lack of spiritual power gave him a momentary impact. His heart was churning, and a bright red color overflowed from the corners of his lips.

Really satisfied.

You have become a glass person, you are extremely fragile, you will get it if you are not careful.

Qi Jinglin coughed twice and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips. Before he could speak, he saw a dazzling light approaching him.

"Young Master is here, Young Master is here."

"Little Lord."

The person rushing towards him hugged his arm, but Qi Jinglin couldn't dodge. His back shoulder hit the stone wall, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The maid who came closer didn't see it clearly, and subconsciously supported Qi Jinglin's figure, with a cry in her voice, "Young master, you scared Wan'er, where have you been?"

"Young master, if that guy is the one who harmed you, Yu'er will tell the sect master immediately and let the sect master deal with him."

Another woman also came closer, her soft chest almost touching Qi Jinglin's arm. She could still feel the hot temperature from the thin clothes and soft outer gauze.

He twitched his palms and was hugged back again. Qi Jinglin's facial features almost wrinkled into a ball.

God, what's going on.

Now the disciples of the Immortal Sect are already dressed like this... so... so what?

I turned my head and missed my sight, and I saw her long legs that were still white under the moonlight, and the golden bells tied on the white ankles, which rang with every step, which was charming.

Curling his lips, Qi Jinglin had a look of despair on his face, and heard the girl in his ear say dissatisfiedly: "There are thousands of good men in the world, why should the young master take that man to heart? Our Hehuan Sect can also be considered How can a large sect be without men?"

"That's right." Wan'er leaned against Qi Jinglin's side charmingly and said delicately, "Young Master, how good is this Immortal Lord? Although he has a bit of the demeanor of Immortal Lord Jinglin, it's just a few points. Why should Young Master be there? He worked hard to absorb his cultivation and refine his elixir.”

"What Wan'er said is wrong." Yu'er on the side laughed, "In my opinion, I just poured medicine into him. At least he looks good."

"Yu'er, you are so bad..."

Qi Jinglin listened to the filthy words with a black eye and grasped a few words keenly.

Like Immortal Lord Jing Lin.

With a slight movement in his expression, Qi Jinglin interrupted the two of them joking, "Where is he?"

"Of course it's in the dungeon? Young Master, do you still want to go and have a look?" Wan'er tilted her head and asked Qi Jinglin softly.

On weekdays, the young master always goes to the dungeon to have a look.

That's right, the weather is just right...

"I'll go take a look." Qi Jinglin broke away from the two men's hands, walked quickly, took the lantern on the side to illuminate the road, and said, "I can go by myself. You can go back first."

"But..." Wan'er was about to say something, but she saw Qi Jinglin striding away. She could only stamp her feet and said anxiously, "The clothes are in tatters and can't even cover her body..."

A fiery red dress revealed a large area of ​​fair skin, clear and delicate.

The golden belt barely covered her narrow waist, the scars on her cheeks gave her cold brows a broken beauty, and the scattered hair added a bit of difference.

Yu'er touched Wan'er with a smile on her face, "Young Master looks even more attractive..."

Qi Jinglin didn't know that there were a lot of discussions outside. When he arrived at the entrance of the dungeon, he asked the disciple who was leading the way to leave.

Several oil lamps were lit on the wall of the dungeon, and the dim light reflected on the moss-covered wall. Only the shadows could be seen swaying, and even the steps under the feet could not be seen clearly.

Holding the lantern carefully, walking in the humid dungeon, you can still smell the wet earthy smell.

With his fingertips subconsciously pinching the cuffs, Qi Jinglin walked lightly, listening to the sound of water drops in his ears. He raised his eyes and saw the young man in the dungeon facing the wall and looking at the large window.

"Gu Jin..."

It's really him.

Gu Jin slowly raised his eyes when he heard the movement, slightly curling the corners of his lips, and rubbing the gourd at his waist with his slender fingertips. The moon-white robe made him feel cold and alienated.

Under the dim moonlight, Qi Jinglin also had an illusion for a moment.

Gu Jin's appearance is getting closer and closer to what he once looked like, especially with this outfit and his deliberately disguised temperament.

Let him have the illusion of looking in the mirror.

"Young Master Xiao." Gu Jin bowed his hands and met Qi Jinglin's eyes, with a slight smile in his eyes and a soft tone.

But Qi Jinglin felt an indescribable disobedience.

It's like a wolf pretending to be so kind.

‘Was Gu Jin like this before? ’ Qi Jinglin was a little confused. He kept moving his hands and bowed his hands.

【I have no idea. 】

Anyway, in front of Qi Jinglin, the little devil became more and more well-behaved day by day, which was very pitiful.

"Someone, please open the cell door and let Immortal Gu Jin out." Qi Jinglin suppressed the confusion in his heart and waved to give instructions.

He didn't even know how long he had been gone, so it was better to hide first.

Seeing Qi Jinglin's movements, Gu Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, looking from his raised palm to the familiar face, with a hint of smile in his dark and deep eyes, "Xiao Shaolin, what are you doing again?" ?”

"You can't get used to being cold and wet here. Come out first." Taking a step back to make way for the disciple guarding the door, Qi Jinglin met Gu Jin's eyes.

The softness of dependence can no longer be seen in those beautiful eyes.

Twisting his sleeves with his fingertips, unwilling to chat with Gu Jin anymore, Qi Jinglin simply said, "I'll wait for you at the door."

With his eyes half-squinted, Gu Jin took a step forward, moved his eyes slightly and simply closed his eyes.

Hearing a muffled sound, Qi Jinglin stopped and turned around to see Gu Jin fainted on the ground.

"Ajin!" Qi Jinglin pushed aside the disciple on the side and ran into the cell in a panic, hugging him into his arms.

Gu Jin has always loved cleanliness, and it is impossible to lie on the ground in this dirty dungeon. She is afraid that she will stand there all the time she stays in the dungeon.

The fingertips touched Gu Jin's wrist, and spiritual consciousness tentatively entered his meridians, but was blocked by spiritual power.

Damn it, I forgot that my spiritual power is too weak.

Taking Gu Jin's arm and putting it around his neck, Qi Jinglin picked him up and walked quickly outside the dungeon.

Just as he stepped out of the door, Qi Jinglin paused and shouted in a low voice: "Hurry up and clear the bed!"

He doesn't know the way.

"Yes." The disciples on the side responded repeatedly.

Gu Jin leaned on Qi Jinglin's shoulder, her arms dropped naturally, and her fingertips fell on his waist, touching the delicate skin.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, the corners of the lips raised an almost invisible arc, but the brows furrowed tightly, seeming to murmur in pain, "Senior brother, senior brother..."

Qi Jinglin lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms, pursed his lips tightly, and there was a bit of distress in his eyes.

His Ajin must have been wronged.

He has been imprisoned by the Hehuan Sect for so many days and no one has come to look for him. What on earth is the Xiaoyao Sect doing?

Touching Gu Jin's forehead with his forehead, Qi Jinglin sighed softly, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

"Senior brother...it hurts..."