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

The setting sun hangs in the west, and Luoshui is full of water.

Jing Fansheng did not stand in the gazebo of Luotai, but stopped on an open-air stone platform built by the predecessors by the edge of a weak river.

Weak water is not ordinary river water, so there is no wave or wave all year round.

The surrounding dykes are not built with ordinary stone mud.Although it is strengthened by countless formations, it is as solid as fine steel, but under the perennial corrosion, the bottom of the platform still seems to be hollowed out, and it seems that the entire stone slab is the one that stretches out.

Standing three steps away from the edge of the stone slab, as long as one thinks that three steps away, if you accidentally fall into it, you will end up with nothing but ecstasy, and you will feel a little terrified.

His heart was pounding like thunder, but Jing Fansheng didn't show it at all, he still stood there with his hands behind his back, and asked Yan Xiaoran, "So, how did you recognize me?"

"It's impossible to detect the pulse, and it's impossible to rely on the sea of ​​consciousness." Jing Fansheng said: "After all, my sea of ​​consciousness is damaged, my consciousness is damaged, my meridians are blocked, and my physical condition has changed a long time ago."

"So I really can't figure out what's wrong, what can teach you to be so sure that I am Jing Fansheng?"

Yan Xiaoran raised his head again, he was silent for a while, then he raised his foot and stepped forward, silently stretching out his right hand palm.

There was a long, whitish scar on the palm of the hand.

Jing Fansheng had noticed this scar before, but he hadn't asked about it.Now Yan Xiaoran showed this scar in front of him, but Jing Fansheng was a little confused.

Looking at his reaction, Yan Xiaoran sighed very slightly, "I stabbed you with a sword ten years ago. I found out later that someone thought I was going to kill you... so they tempered my sword in advance. Poisoned."

People who seek immortality and practice Taoism have special physiques, and ordinary poisons from ordinary people can hardly harm their lives.The poison on Yan Xiaoran's Yulin sword was not ordinary.The main function is to hinder the regeneration of flesh and blood of the cultivator. If a sword hits a vital point, it will undoubtedly die.If no vital parts are injured, it will take years to heal and eventually leave a scar on the affected area.

When Yan Xiaoran mentioned what happened ten years ago, Jing Fansheng had some impressions.At that time, my injury had started to improve, and because I was worried about the situation of Chongming Mountain, I secretly went to the mountain to have a look.Yan Xiaoran found him on Sunset Ridge.

At that time, the two of them disagreed, and Yan Xiaoran really stabbed him with a sword.It's just that he didn't hit the nail on the head, and he seemed to have suffered some minor injuries, so Jing Fansheng never took this matter to heart.

Now that Yan Xiaoran stretched out a hand with a scar to show him, Jing Fansheng completely remembered that when Yan Xiaoran raised his sword to stab him with murderous aura, of course he would not be so willing to be hurt by him, so subconsciously As soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed the extremely sharp blade.At that time, it seemed that his hand had indeed been scratched.

To a certain extent, Yan Xiaoran is the sworn enemy of his destiny.This man's killing intent towards him made Jing Fansheng feel terrified even thinking about it now.But it was strange, at that time in Sunset Ridge, Yan Xiaoran didn't seem to really want to kill him.Otherwise, given his physical condition at the time, how could Xiao Ranjun's sword be easily caught by him.

Jing Fansheng raised his palm and looked at it. It was smooth and smooth, without any trace of injury.

At this time, Yan Xiaoran's self-deprecating voice came from his head, "You really don't remember."

In his memory, he had never heard Yan Xiaoran speak like this before. Jing Fansheng raised his head to look at him subconsciously. In the setting sun, Xiao Ranjun, who had always been expressionless, raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a sneer on his face. She smiled, and there was an indescribable sadness between her brows and eyes: "Even if I hurt you, I won't leave any traces in your heart."

"Not even on the body."

"In the end, I'm the only one who remembers."

After he finished speaking, he clenched his right fist tightly, vigorously wiped the scar deeply hidden in the palm of his hand with four fingers, and finally slowly put that hand down.

Jing Fansheng: "..."

Wait... Xiao Ranjun, you are digressing!

You must know that when I was surrounded and killed in Fumo Town, there were not a hundred or eighty people who slashed me. Do I have to remember them all in my heart?That's not to be pissed off!

Also, isn't it good that I don't remember your hatred? What's the matter with your crying tone? !

Obviously I was the one who got hurt, why did you get wronged first in the end? !Where did your domineering aura of being a true hero go?What happened to Xiao Ranjun who would be surrounded by girls as long as he had a cold face, and he would never be emotionally troubled at all? !

Having said that, Yan Xiaoran has never expressed his heart so bluntly before, whether in or out of the book!

Jing Fansheng felt that his expression at the moment could no longer be summed up by "a dazed face", if he had to sum it up, it would be more appropriate to say "a dazed face".

In order to keep the atmosphere from collapsing and the topic not to be diverted, the confused Jing Fansheng reluctantly asked, "So? How did you recognize me?"

Yan Xiaoran's expression changed only for a moment, and he had already returned to his usual appearance at this time, but the color of his eyes seemed to have become darker.He said: "The scratched wounds and scars cannot be removed. So at the beginning, I thought you were not."

Jing Fansheng suddenly remembered the scene of Yan Xiaoran grabbing his wrist to feel his pulse in Youzhou City.It turned out that he didn't want to check his own pulse, but to see if there were any scars on his hands.

"It wasn't until later that I observed the healing of the injury on Shiyi's face." When Jing Shishi was mentioned, Yan Xiaoran had to lower his eyes to hide the emotion in his eyes, and continued: "...he is your son .Thinking that your body is different from others, a scar may be difficult to heal on others, but if it is on you..."

Having said that, Jing Fansheng already understood what he meant.

He felt a little ridiculous: "Just based on this, you can be so sure that I am Jing Fansheng?"

Yan Xiaoran looked serious, and his eyes fell on him rightly: "As I said, it is your demeanor that really exposes your identity."

"There is only one person in this world who has such a handsome demeanor. Even if your appearance changes, I will still recognize you."

Jing Fansheng: "..."

This really deserves to be the real hero in the setting who is cold-faced on the outside, but actually has a full-level love talk skill!

But it's strange to put this skill on yourself.

So, this is his confession?

Seeing Yan Xiaoran lowered his eyes again, as if he didn't dare to look at him, as if he was waiting for his reply, Jing Fansheng couldn't help shaking the goosebumps on his body.

At this moment, all kindness, resentment, and life and death worries were all left behind by him.As a straight guy who can't be straight anymore, and even if some accidents happen, he is still straighter than a straightedge, how to tactfully refuse the confession of his former good friend without hurting others has become Jing Fansheng's mind now. unique subject.

... He suffered too many blows this day.

Jing Fansheng thought about it, anyway, there are so many girls and people like Mr. Xunying waiting outside in this world who would be very willing to comfort the hero's wounded heart. Even if Yan Xiaoran stumbles at him, he may not be able to stand up Woke up.

And he originally planned to draw a clear line with Xiao Ranjun here.

After he figured it out, Jing Fansheng said again: "Well, since you recognize me, I'm still your brother. If you still recognize me as your brother, then listen to my brother."

Jing Fansheng swallowed his saliva. Although he likes to hook up with beautiful girls and is used to flirting with people, he has always had his own limits and never went too far.He is really not used to rejecting others.

Especially this person can almost be regarded as the beautiful young man who he watched grow up and never lost care and support all the way.

"It's boring for you to follow me every day. I don't think you practice much now. In fact, you are not young. You should quickly find a good girl to become a couple of dual cultivators, and think about the matter of cultivating ascension. Zhengdao. That... what do you think?"

After hearing this, Yan Xiaoran's eyelashes trembled violently again.He raised his eyes abruptly, his dark eyes were bottomless, staring straight at Jing Fansheng, and said: "Did you really not understand me, or are you just pretending to be stupid?"

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and air-conditioning had already condensed around Yan Xiaoran.Jing Fansheng licked his lips, and under Xiao Ranjun's scorching gaze, he couldn't help taking a step back...

!!!

Soon he realized that he was so cowardly in front of Yan Xiaoran, Jing Fansheng was really frightened!

He couldn't help thinking, "What am I afraid of him? I'm actually afraid of his Yan Xiaoran?!"

Ever since he was knocked down from the clouds, an angel and a demon lived in Jing Fansheng's mind.

One kept saying: "Yan Xiaoran is that little follower you watched growing up, who is always good-natured and cute. Although he is a bit stubborn, he is still very likable! Besides, there is the cheating setting that the hero can't die. Follow, there is nothing wrong with you saving him back then!"

The other said: "Yan Xiaoran is the real hero of this world. No matter how nice you are to him, he will kill you in the end! You saved him and helped him restore his consciousness is your biggest mistake! A stepping stone! This world The male lead will not necessarily die without you, I want you to meddle in your own business! You should have thrown him out of Chongming Mountain back then and told him to fend for himself!"

……

If it is said that Jing Fansheng had always been inclined to the little angel's side before how to treat Yan Xiaoran, then because of his inadvertent counseling just now, Jing Fansheng completely chose to side with the little devil.

——It’s already enough to be aggrieved to be cannon fodder, but it’s aggrieved and aggrieved to be cannon fodder after hundreds of years of hard work, and now you want him to bow his head and retreat in front of the hero?

What a joke!Not only should he not bow his head and retreat, but he should take back everything that belonged to him before!He wants to make those who destroy Chongming Mountain, chase him, and use him all come to a bad end!

Seeing that Jing Fansheng stopped talking, Yan Xiaoran reluctantly suppressed the hostility that had just been accidentally vented, and said a little desolately: "I thought you understood my intentions long ago."

Jing Fansheng was in a fit of anger at the moment, he thought a little self-deprecatingly: Yan Xiaoran is already an existence that would make the world tremble three times if he stomped his feet, if he could, he didn't want to offend him.But in this world where the male protagonist lives and dies, and everyone and things are constructed around Yan Xiaoran, it is doomed not to pursue "everyone loves Jing Fansheng".If he accidentally offended this person, there was nothing he could do.

So just to make trouble for the other party, Jing Fansheng sneered and said: "What do I understand? Over the years, Xiao Ranjun's new and old loves have changed one after another, what should I understand?"

"I..." Yan Xiaoran's expression was once again stained with pain. He was eager to explain, but Jing Fansheng had already paused every word at this time, and said with embarrassment: "Still, you, Xiao Ran, on the Sunset Ridge ten years ago The sword that Jun stabbed over was just a simple uncontrolled accidental injury?"

……

There is no wave in Luoshui, but there is a wind blowing on Luotai from time to time, rolling up a few scattered flowers and plants, bumping into Yan Xiaoran's body and head, making this tall man who has never been messy in appearance look awkward. A bit embarrassed.

Yan Xiaoran's face has always been cold and indifferent with no expression, but his warm voice is trembling at the moment: "You were the one who had a son with someone else first, and you were the one who said 'one is different from the other, and everyone is happy' Yes, but we have already... At that time, I was really heartbroken, so I..."

"I know you never cared about me. Even if Eleven was born with another woman, I would accept him and take good care of him. I can bear it. But why are you denying me now? Your feelings? If you don't know how I feel about you, then...why did you say that to me..."

If it wasn't for the fact that the heartache was so hard to suppress, I'm afraid that Mr. Xiao Ran, who has long since needed more words with others, would not have spoken so much in one breath.

Two figures, one black and one white, stood silently.

The number of mud horses running past Jing Fansheng's heart has risen to a thousand.

He thought to himself: "What the hell is 'one difference and two lenient, everyone is happy'?!...Damn it! Could it be that I said that back then?...This sentence seems to be used between husband and wife... Could it be Is it because of this sentence that Yan Xiaoran thought that I already knew his intentions and wanted to find ways with him, so he was so angry back then?"

The corners of Jing Fansheng's mouth were stiff and he said: "...Well, are you sure I didn't mean 'one difference and two widths, each is safe'?"

At that time, I was so decisive and so handsome to part ways with Yan Xiaoran. Since then, there is no balance between good and evil, so it is impossible for me to say the wrong thing, right?

How big is the difference between "Everyone lives happily" and "Everyone lives in peace"?

...Probably because the latter can talk to passers-by, people who have only met a few times, and good brothers, while the former can only talk to his ex-wife... so there is a little difference.

After all, if it wasn't each other's joy in the past, how could they be happy again?

In particular, the two of them had experienced such an inexplicable chaotic night together.

... This misunderstanding seems to be a bit big.

Even if Jing Fansheng was aware of Yan Xiaoran's feelings for him, he didn't take it to heart.But he didn't expect that maybe because of one wrong word of his own, the other party would be entangled for ten years.

Yan Xiaoran seemed to have heard something wrong in his words.

The face that had been expressionless all year round frowned slightly, the long and narrow phoenix eyes showed pain, the young man's throat was trembling, and he asked in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Jing Fansheng reminded himself that even if he said something wrong and misunderstood the other party, it was an established fact that Yan Xiaoran stabbed him with his sword back then.

That being the case...

Jing Fansheng took a step back, and suddenly raised his head.Yan Xiaoran is taller than him, and only in this way can he meet his eyes.

There is a reflection of himself in those black eyes.

Jing Fansheng didn't know that his complexion had become so pale.

He raised his thin lips, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose into that pleasing arc: "Then it's considered that I said something wrong. As a person, I can't control my own mouth, and you know it, Mr. Xiao Ran, so Don't be offended. Well, also...don't bother me any more."

The more he spoke, the more serious he became, and the corners of his mouth gradually dropped.It was rare to have such a serious moment, and the words he said were not lost, and they hit each other's heart one by one: "So from now on, you and I, the past is the past, and the past is not the past. Let go of the past and let go of the past. Do not hate each other!"

"Jing Qi..." Yan Xiaoran looked sad, he couldn't help but took a step forward to grab him, but in exchange for another step back.

Yan Xiaoran no longer dared to move.

"Do you remember what I told you when you were a child, what is the cuckoo's cry?" Jing Fansheng looked into those dark eyes and said seriously, "I won't live long."

"...Jing Qi!" The long and narrow phoenix eyes suddenly widened.

Jing Fansheng smiled again and said, "Take care of Eleven for me."

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly at this moment, giving people the feeling that he was still the cynical, wanton and flamboyant Daoist Fansheng in the past.

Before he finished speaking, Jing Fansheng still had a smile on his lips, but suddenly he shot like lightning, stretched out his arms and pushed Yan Xiaoran away, and then his toes lifted off the ground, and his body naturally leaned back with the force.

"...Jing Qi?" Yan Xiaoran, who was pushed suddenly and hadn't figured out the situation, murmured in extreme confusion.

The last thing Jing Fansheng saw was Yan Xiaoran's round, bewildered eyes.

And a vast expanse of white.