Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

There is a unique cold fragrance in the air.

Jing Fansheng woke up slowly, and when he turned his head, he saw a tall figure in white clothes.

"Yan..." He didn't have a bright head at the moment, and when he recognized who was behind that figure, he subconsciously wanted to call someone, but at the same time, he felt that something was wrong with his voice, so he quickly changed his words: "Mr. Xiao Ran?"

Yan Xiaoran has always been rigid and rigorous to the point of being unsmiling. He is very particular about his temperament and demeanor in every word and deed. Even if he is sitting alone in a room without anyone, he still has to stand upright.

There was a very faint cold fragrance on his body, which was not there before.It's not unpleasant, but it has some refreshing effects, but it makes Yan Xiaoran feel a little cold and aloof.

After becoming the suzerain of a great sect, it really is different from before.

Jing Fansheng sat up while supporting his head while thinking in his heart.

Yan Xiaoran was holding a somewhat old and yellowed book in his white and flawless hands, when he heard the movement, he turned and glanced at him.

Jing Fansheng's first reaction was that Yan Xiaoran didn't meditate!It's really weird, doesn't it mean that he doesn't need to work so hard at the late stage of distraction?

He thought about it in a daze, only then did he realize that he was placed in the bed, and Yan Xiaoran was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book...

Jing Fansheng was speechless.He didn't believe that Xiao Ranjun didn't even have a futon in his Qiankun mustard bag.

Yan Xiaoran got close to him for no reason, and realizing this made Jing Fansheng's heart ring loudly.

"Hey, what's wrong with me?" He sat up and moaned.

Yan Xiaoran sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, without blinking a pair of eyes with black pupils, slowly said: "You were injured and passed out."

Although the other party always has a straight face and a cold demeanor, his voice is very gentle. This is probably added by the author's guinea pigs in order to prevent those girls who are attracted to him for no reason from looking too stupid. One of the natural skills.

Jing Fansheng secretly looked at his expression, but found nothing unusual.

"Oh! I remembered!" He suddenly grabbed one of Yan Xiaoran's sleeves, and said, "So it was Mr. Xiao Ran who saved me?"

Jing Fansheng's hands were not dirty, but the half of the Taoist robe hanging on his wrist was dusty, which made it look a little unclean.

But even so, at the moment when the sleeve was pulled, Yan Xiaoran frowned very indistinctly.

Xiao Ranjun has always been self-restraining, and he has facial paralysis, so he didn't show much dissatisfaction.But it was enough for Jing Fansheng to quickly figure out the current situation - judging by Mr. Xiao Ran's reaction, it didn't seem like he had discovered anything.

Yan Xiaoran has entered his own sea of ​​consciousness, and Jing Fansheng still has an impression of this before passing out.

Although he was speechless because of Yan Xiaoran's reckless behavior that caused him to faint, but those who don't know are not to blame, and he shouldn't be too scheming.And now their roles are set, one is Xiao Ranjun, the lord of the infinite sword, and the other is a poor and white folk casual cultivator who doesn't know when he will die. I don't understand the rules anymore.

Fortunately, Yan Xiaoran has such a temperament that he won't ask more questions unless others tell him, which makes Jing Fansheng much more relaxed. At least he doesn't have to make up any other reasons for his knowledge of the sea.

He let go of his sleeve, scratched his hair, and asked, "Well, how many days have I been in a coma?"

Yan Xiaoran glanced at him and said, "Three days."

Three days, fortunately, fortunately.Jing Fansheng rejoiced in his heart, thinking to himself that it was just the right time to wake up.

Who knew that before he had time to enjoy himself, he heard Yan Xiaoran say on the other side: "We are going to Wuliang Mountain soon, you should recuperate here before then, don't go anywhere."

"What?" Jing Fansheng couldn't believe his ears.

Yan Xiaoran didn't look at him anymore, turned his back again, and raised the ancient book in his hand again.

Jing Fansheng scratched his hair irritably where Mr. Xiao Ran couldn't see.

He crossed his legs, dragged his cheeks with his hands, watched Yan Xiaoran's black hair drooping down like a waterfall, and his back was straight, resisted the urge to play with his hair, thinking to himself, Yan Xiaoran He must have found something.

He said that he was going to Wuliang Mountain soon, and he said "don't go anywhere before then", and he didn't say when to let him go. This is not a disguised house arrest, what is it?

Mr. Xiao Ran, who has always been rigorous and rigid, could say such words to an irrelevant casual cultivator, then he must have sensed something!

Where did the show show its feet?

Jing Fansheng quickly touched his body, the clothes were still there, the Qiankun sleeves were still there, and the storage bag was still there, and none of them had been forcibly opened, there is no reason why he would find anything!Could it be...

He quickly took out the bronze mirror and took a picture.

Subconsciously touched his cheek.There was no problem, it was still that ordinary face with no features at all, which even he himself didn't want to see.

"What's inside, Mr. Xiao Ran?"

The white figure remained motionless.

Jing Fansheng had no choice but to poke his head out half-lying and half-lying, trying to make Mr. Xiao Ran look at him condescendingly.

Just after leaning out his entire upper body and finally being able to see Yan Xiaoran's eyes, Jing Fan grabbed the bed board desperately, and said pleadingly: "Your old man really intends to let me stay in this room forever? I I, I, I, I, I can't be idle...Oh, right, where is my son?"

"He's downstairs." Yan Xiaoran took a serious look at him and said, "You can go and see him."

"Come on!" Jing Fansheng turned over from the bed when he heard what he said.

Yan Xiaoran turned a page of the book while twisting the paper with his hands, and continued without raising his head: "There is an enchantment outside this ship, and no one can enter or leave without my permission. Also, this ship is related to my God. If anyone in the ship does something, as long as I think about it, I will know."

Just as Jing Fansheng ran to the door, he suddenly felt like a deflated ball, unable to move.

...Should I thank you, Yan Xiaoran, for acting aboveboard and telling me about this in advance?By the way, Mr. Xiao Ran, do your disciples and grandchildren know that you invade other people's privacy like this?

Besides, one person can only bind at most three natal magic weapons connected with spiritual consciousness!To be able to have three at the same time, one must be at least in the distraction period, and once the magic weapon is bound to the consciousness, it cannot be exchanged.

Which monk didn't use this precious opportunity for the spirit sword and life-saving magic weapon, and only a hero like Yan Xiaoran, who is both local tyrant and powerful, and was chosen by the author, would willfully use a spaceship as his own. The natal magic weapon.

After leaving the room and walking down the stairs, Jing Fansheng thought with a bad face that Yan Xiaoran must have remembered about Yi Rongdan and was waiting for me to get lost.

After taking Yi Rong Dan, the skin color of the face will turn dark, and the shape of the muscles will also change. For example, the bridge of the nose that was originally high will look much shorter after taking the medicine.Originally it was a lying silkworm, but after the transformation, it may become bags under the eyes. In short, it will probably make people ugly.

When he had just refined Yi Rong Pill, it could only last for twelve hours after taking it.After twelve hours, the effect of the medicine wears off, and the face will automatically return to its previous appearance.

Later, when he was in the Jedi Valley, he redeveloped it with nothing to do, and he was able to maintain the efficacy of the medicine for about five days.

... two days at most.

If he doesn't take medicine, what's the point of showing off?It is simply telling others that he is Jing Fansheng!

Jing Fan stomped his feet angrily and scratched his hair in distress.

The magic weapon they are currently riding is connected to Yan Xiaoran's spiritual consciousness, Jing Fansheng does not doubt the authenticity of Yan Xiaoran's words at all.

Xiao Ranjun can sleep without rest.It's a pity that with such a big ship, he didn't even have the chance to secretly take a pill.

He couldn't help cursing in his heart, Yan Xiaoran is really annoying.

Since the plot of the original book has been destroyed by himself, it is a mess and cannot be followed. He originally planned to send Jing Shiyi to Kunlun to settle down, and then go to investigate the events of the year alone.

Now a Yan Xiaoran appeared, and he broke all his plans for nothing.

At this moment, he thought, why not just kick open the door and tell Yan Xiaoran that yes, I am Jing Fansheng!Then see how the other party reacts.

But when he thought about the meeting between the two of them ten years ago, it was as if he owed him tens of thousands of spirit stones and hadn't paid him back. Yan Xiaoran's expression of anger, sadness and aggrievedness was so cruel and determined that he wished to stab himself to death with a sword. ... Although Jing Fansheng didn't understand the other party's grievances until now, he still shook his head hastily.

Now that Yan Xiaoran has not recognized him, everything is fine.If he really recognized this, he would have to bite the bullet and jump down even if the ship was in the sky.

Once upon a time, when he was proud of his spring breeze and was sitting on everything with his own efforts, Jing Fansheng would not only forget that he was in a book, but even more forget that the young man in white who was blessed with snow was actually in this book who was blessed by the sky and hung up all the way. , and later he will take the lead in besieging and killing himself, the real male protagonist who is actually a time bomb to himself.

So for a long time, Jing Fansheng just regarded Yan Xiaoran as a serious and hard-working junior; although he was unsmiling, his personality was actually quite good.

It's just that time has passed, and now facing that handsome face, Jing Fansheng thinks that he is the male protagonist in the novel "The Evil and the World", the center of the world described by the author, and even his destined enemy.As for the previous feeling that Yan Yuan was actually a cute young boy, a real person, it was not so much anymore.

When we meet again many years later, it is inevitable to feel that this person is a little distant and alienated.

What's more, he didn't want to waste time and energy on this person at all, after all, there were so many things waiting for him to do outside.

After Jing Fansheng closed the door with a "bang", Yan Xiaoran's gaze, which was originally on the book, immediately shifted to the door.

He stared at the door with burning eyes, as if there were some rare treasures hanging there.

Suddenly, a sigh mixed with contradictions resounded in the room where the fragrance was lingering.