Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

After coming back, Fu Ciyan knelt in front of Fenghe's door, his eyes were cold and distracted. To outsiders, he looked like he had done something wrong and was regretting it.

But the strange thing is that although he was admitting his mistake, he didn't feel that he was wrong at all.

On the contrary, I am glad that I did that.

Fu Ci Yan rolled his eyes and thought: Master actually wants him to cultivate to the same realm as Ji Yuan Sword God...

Regardless of why this is the case, let’s just talk about the hardships involved.

Ji Yuan Sword God didn't know how many years he had practiced to achieve his current achievements. If he couldn't achieve his current achievements, he wouldn't be able to see his master for many years...

If he had not done that yesterday, he would probably have developed mental demons during his cultivation.

By then, let alone surpassing Sword God Ji Yuan, he would probably go insane and die a miserable death.

The sky started to become gloomy at some point, and it seemed that a heavy rain was about to come.

Feng He also had a gloomy face in the room. He asked the system in confusion: "How did things turn out like this? I can't be so useless... that I can't even resist?"

The system was trembling and didn't dare to speak. The person was still kneeling outside.

How long have you been kneeling...

The system really couldn't imagine him admitting his mistakes so humbly...

Feng He didn't hear the system's response, and grumbled unhappily: "Why are you ignoring me? I've been so traumatized, shouldn't you chat with me? Your department's humanitarian service function is too bad, isn't it?"

The system didn't know what key words it heard, and immediately said with concern: "Host, don't let this matter affect your mood. Fu Ciyan is the male protagonist, so his skills are inevitably a little bit against the sky..."

Feng He sighed. This was the only way he could comfort himself.

However, when he thought of the pressure he had received last night, his expression immediately turned grim.

Fu Ciyan looked like an upright and positive young man, but how could he be so cruel when doing things, as if he wanted to kill people...

And his thing is seriously inconsistent with his appearance...

Feng He grimaced and felt a pang of pain in his flesh. If he hadn't taken the elixir, it would have been a problem for him to get out of bed and walk today.

He rolled his eyes and saw the figure still kneeling upright outside.

Finally, he mercifully stood up and opened the door.

When Fu Ci Yan heard the noise, her thick eyelashes trembled and she looked at the person who came.

He had never seen his master's expression like this before. It was as if he was extremely cold and was going to take his life in the next second.

Feng He sneered, "Why don't you go and practice quickly? Why are you pretending to be so noble here? Your only value is in practicing. Go away now, and don't keep standing here and make me hate you."

Feng He's vicious words were so skillful that the system was stunned. When did his host say such words without the need for a panel...

Sure enough, the next second the system saw that Fu Ci Yan's eyelashes were trembling even more violently, as if he was about to cry.

His straight back was also showing a slight tendency to bend...

Like a poor abandoned child.

Feng He stared at him for a while without being able to see his expression clearly, then turned around and closed the door without hesitation.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Ci Yan outside the door finally got up by supporting himself on the ground and limped away.

When Fu Ci Yan turned around, he smiled slightly.

It seems that Master is still using his self-torture to trick him, fearing that his body will be harmed...

This also allowed him to realize his plan.

Before he went into seclusion to practice, he had to see his master for the last time... and he also had to give his master the heavenly-level technique...

This way, he could always keep track of his master's movements... If he wanted, the two of them could even share feelings...

However, he would definitely not use these thoughts when practicing, otherwise his practice would be slow and his master would be unhappy...

When he was practicing, he practiced with full concentration, striving to achieve a breakthrough as soon as possible.

The system asked Feng He in a daze: [I was shocked by what you just said.]

Feng He's eyes wandered for a moment, and she muttered, "Because I was also very sad about this matter...so I said that."

After mumbling for a while, Feng He couldn't help but ask with sparkling eyes: "Have I really made great progress?"

[...]

Is he overthinking? Is the host still the same silly and cute host as before?

He almost thought that the host had evolved into a big boss and was going to take him to kill everyone.

As expected, dreams are just dreams.

Feng He was not annoyed when he did not hear the system's reply. He scratched his chin and said to himself, "I don't know if Fu Ci Yan can cultivate into what the original owner wants this time..."

[According to my judgment, yes. He may even surpass Ji Yuan…]

Feng He nodded sadly and said, "That's good too. We can move on to the next part of the story."

[Um. ]

Fu Ci Yan went into seclusion and his figure had not been seen on Lingxiu Peak for a long time.

Feng He is still Feng He. He stayed in the house until the marks on his body had completely disappeared before he was willing to go out and see people.

Ji Yuan had already looked for him countless times.

Feng He just wanted to ask how Ji Yuan resolved the crisis last time.

So the two of them found a quiet place on Lingxiu Peak and sat down to chat.

Feng He asked meaningfully: "Last time you..."

An unnatural expression flashed across Ji Yuan's face, and he said sullenly, "Sang Yanhang is not my opponent yet. It's not difficult to escape from him."

Feng He: “…” It’s really frustrating to compare yourself with others. Why would the original owner ever think of competing with Ji Yuan? How could he win?

Feng He exhaled and continued, "Last time, Sang Yanhang placed a red incense in the palace where I was imprisoned. After you smelled it..."

When Ji Yuan heard this, his face turned horrified.

Feng He's eyes flashed, and suddenly she didn't know whether to continue asking.

"I managed to hold on and went to find Yao Lao..."

Ji Yuan said uncomfortably. His ears turned red.

Feng He looked at him in great surprise. He was so awesome that he could defeat the Demon Lord even after being drugged and still hold on until he could find an antidote.

He really admired her immensely.

We really should let Fu Ci Yan see what other people are like.

Ji Yuan's eyes swept across Feng He's eyebrows in a very obscure way.

He coughed twice uncomfortably. He would never tell Feng He.

He survived by relying on Feng He's portrait...

Otherwise it would have exploded long ago.

In fact, Feng He's portrait is widely circulated in the world of immortal cultivation, but few people have seen his true appearance, and Ji Yuan feels that it is not very good enough.

The portraits circulating in the market cannot even match one ten-thousandth of Feng He's true charm.

Feng He suddenly thanked Ji Yuan very sincerely: "Ji Yuan, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have been beheaded by now."

Ji Yuan also became serious and said, "This is what I should do."

Feng He nodded, and then secretly glanced at Ji Yuan a few times, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Ji Yuan is also very handsome, with very regular facial features.

At this moment, Feng He's little action made her blush.