Cannon Fodder Female Supporter Becomes Heartthrob[Transmigration Book]

When it was midnight, the wind and rain blew up.

Jiang Qisi nestled in the dungeon, lying on the pile of straw with her arms folded, shivering in pain, deeply aware of the meaning of Tang Xingyue's words.

She didn't know what the pain of rheumatism was like, but she felt that the joints in her whole body were no longer her own, as if ten thousand ants were gnawing at her, and she trembled from the pain.

To make matters worse, the pain that had been suppressed earlier flared up along with the heavy rain, and when the pain lasted until midnight, she developed a high fever in a daze.

It was the guard's disciple who saw that something was wrong with her, and was afraid that she would die if she didn't make it to Judgment Day the day after tomorrow, so she called Tang Xingyue to come over overnight to give her a diagnosis and treatment.

Tang Xingyue's clothes were disheveled, and she rushed over with the medicine cauldron on her back. Seeing Jiang Qisi's dying appearance, she raised her two slender eyebrows and said anxiously: "This is not good, this place is not conducive to her recuperation. You guys come here and see her off." She's going to the guest room."

The disciples guarding the dungeon looked at each other, wondering: "But the real person, there is no order from the suzerain..."

Tang Xingyue showed a rare look of anger: "When is it time! If she dies after two days, who of you can take the responsibility?" She took a breath, "As for Sister Wen, I will tell you. Don't worry."

Indeed, although everyone knew that Jiang Qisi and the suzerain were at odds, how important was the trial the day after tomorrow?If Jiang Qisi had died early, no one could tell whether the Suzerain would vent his anger on them.

As the biggest prisoner of Taiyan Sect, Jiang Qisi was naturally watched all the time.Almost the second she left the dungeon, Wen Zhiyu received the news.

"Sovereign, do you want to stop Master Tang?" The subordinate stood aside with his head down, his tone respectful.

Wen Zhiyu stood by the window, looking at the dark night outside the window expressionlessly, and remained silent for a long time.

The subordinate couldn't help but quietly raised his head and peeked at it. He only raised his head halfway, when he heard the man standing by the window say in a low voice, "She's not in good health."

This sentence was supposed to be a statement, but the subordinates just heard the taste of doubt.But the suzerain had seen Jiang Qisi's miserable condition long ago, so how could he not know if she was in good health?

The subordinate paused, not knowing how to answer, and while hesitating, Wen Zhiyu said: "Forget it."

Wen Zhiyu turned around, with a gentle look on her face again: "Let's keep it as it is, if there are other problems, come back and report."

"Yes."

The subordinate immediately saluted respectfully, and disappeared in the study in an instant.

Wen Zhiyu returned to the table and sat down, looked out the window at the rainy night, calmed down, and picked up the book again.

Jiang Qisi wasn't completely unconscious. Although she was in a daze from the fever, she could hear someone moving her and a small voice.She was powerless to resist something stuffed in her mouth, and swallowed it with effort.

After an unknown amount of time, she opened her eyes, and her field of vision was filled with a water blue and white gauze curtain. The most conspicuous thing was the round, childish face in front of her.

The owner of the face has a pair of watery almond eyes, and at this moment he looked at her in surprise: "Are you awake?"

Saying that, without waiting for Jiang Qisi to answer, she stretched out the back of her hand to feel the temperature of her forehead: "It seems to be a little hot..." She looked her up and down, pursed her lips and said, "You have other wounds on your body that need to be treated..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help complaining, "Why didn't you tell me that you still have a wound on your waist? If you don't handle it properly in your current situation, you will die!"

Jiang Qisi's eyes were foggy, and her tone was bleak, "It's better for a person like me to die? I'll save my junior sister to do it myself."

Tang Xingyue's lips moved, and she looked at her with a complicated face.

She knew the grievances between Sister Wen and Jiang Qisi, even though she knew that Jiang Qisi had done many wrong things, but now in front of her, she was just a terminally ill patient.

Not only was she terminally ill, but she also had no will to live.What can she say to a dying person? Even if she was once a heinous person.

"You take a rest, and I'll come back to treat your wound in the daytime."

Tang Xingyue simply didn't want to think about things that were too complicated, because she was just an alchemist.After she finished speaking, she yawned slightly, looked at Jiang Qisi again, turned and went out.

Seeing Tang Xingyue leave, Jiang Qisi could no longer maintain the gloomy expression on her face, and immediately turned into grinning.

The temperature on her body didn't go down, and her whole body was hot and painful, making her extremely uncomfortable.

It's only been a few days since she traveled here, and she can't stand it anymore.Thinking of what to do next, I feel that the first and the second are big.Glancing out the window, it was still dark, she let out a long sigh, and gradually closed her eyes.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the door of the guest room was pushed open.

The black skirt seemed to be blooming like a flower, and the man's footsteps were light and almost silent.With a burst of sweet toffee smell coming over, Jiang Qisi closed her eyes, her eyelashes moved slightly, and immediately knew who this person was.

She didn't open her eyes, and she felt that the man came to her bed and looked at her quietly, her palms couldn't help sweating slightly.

Putting aside the white gauze curtain with her bare hands, Wen Zhiyu stood there, her eyes fell on Jiang Qisi's haggard face, she looked at it quietly for a moment, her expression was stunned for a moment.

The woman on the bed was thin, and her exposed neck and wrists were so slender that they would break if they were folded.She was lying there with her eyes closed, her small face was covered with abnormal blushes, such a miserable appearance, how could she have the incomparable appearance of Jiang Qisi?

A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, is she still the Jiang Qisi who made her hate to the bone?

The corners of Wen Zhiyu's lips were drawn into a straight line, realizing that she had developed a tinge of pity for Jiang Qisi, and instantly became vigilant.

Jiang Qisi is the person who is the best at disguising, using her kindness to accomplish things.She was like this, and so was my father.Thinking of her father who died for no apparent reason, Wen Zhiyu's eyes gradually turned cold.

Now all of this is just her own fault.She snorted coldly, took a cold look, and turned to leave, but the person on the bed just happened to groan weakly.

"cold……"

Jiang Qisi muttered to herself, slowly groping for something on the bed with both hands, while groping, slowly approaching the edge of the bed.

Looking over with Wen Zhiyu's black eyes, he saw that the person on the bed had his eyes closed, and he didn't seem to be awake.Immortal cultivators have sharp eyes and ears, so she naturally heard what she said.She didn't leave, she stared down at the sleeves that were grabbed by the other party, and frost slowly condensed in her clear eyes.

Wen Zhiyu's sleeves are wide and made of unknown material, they feel thin to the touch, but they are warm when covered.Jiang Qisi rubbed and rubbed, and her whole body slipped under the other's sleeve.

Wen Zhiyu: "..."

Jiang Qisi swears that she is not provocative, at first she really just wanted to keep her.And the cold is real, and it is also true that I want to find a quilt to cover.

Feeling the biting cold air from above, Jiang Qisi shivered helplessly.

Before Wen Zhiyu got angry, Jiang Qisi moved her eyelashes slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

"Junior Junior Sister, did you come to see me on purpose?" Jiang Qisi naturally moved out from under her sleeve as she spoke, with a relieved smile on her face, "Elder Sister knows, you still care about me."

Wen Zhiyu looked at her sternly, without speaking.

Jiang Qisi has a thick skin, so she is not afraid.The gratifying smile on her face gradually faded, and finally turned into a wry smile: "...So are you here to see if I'm dead?"

She said melancholy and freely: "Forget it, I'm very happy if you can come to see me..."

Wen Zhiyu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and the corner of his mouth suddenly raised a mocking arc.She had a smile on her face, but there was no smile in her dark eyes.

She said slowly, condescending: "Jiang Qisi, I'm curious, why can you talk to me so casually as if nothing happened?"

On her jade-like gentle face, the cinnabar between her brows was as red as fresh blood.There was confusion and sarcasm on her face, it seemed that she really couldn't understand Jiang Qisi's brain circuit: "Where did you get the confidence to say those three words?"

three words?

Which three words?

Jiang Qisi raised her head, was dazed for a moment, and asked softly for a while, "...Little Junior Sister?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a groan, the magic weapon came out, and a light flashed in front of her eyes, which made her close her eyes immediately.Opening her eyes again, she saw a cold sword facing her.

The blade is sharp and light can be seen, and there are beautiful black sword patterns drawn on the body of the sword.

At this moment, Wen Zhiyu was holding the sword, and the tip of the sword was pointing at her unceremoniously.

Jiang Qisi's cold sweat broke out with a bang.

Wen Zhiyu said expressionlessly: "I don't want to hear those three words come out of your mouth, I'm disgusted."

Jiang Qisi was stunned immediately, completely receiving the malice from a stranger.In the previous confrontations, although Wen Zhiyu had said harsh words, it was not as impressive as this time.

"Little..." The blade sent a point forward, and Jiang Qisi immediately changed her tune, "Wen... Sovereign..."

She smiled wryly, feeling very sad, "Now, can I call you Junior Sister?" She glanced at Wen Zhiyu, her expression was silent, "In that case, I will call you Sect Master Wen from now on."

She tried her best to maintain the expression on her face, and even more controlled herself not to shake her hands because of fear.Raising his hand, his thumb and index finger gently pinched the blade in front of him, and slowly pushed it aside.

Wen Zhiyu withdrew his sword, and Jiang Qisi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this.

Before she could let go of that breath, Wen Zhiyu continued: "You have time to play these tricks, why don't you think about how to deal with it tomorrow."

"One more day is Judgment Day, Jiang Qisi, let's do it for myself."

Jiang Qisi turned her head immediately when she heard the words, and outside the window, the sky turned pale at some point, and it was almost dawn.

"Sect Master Wen." Jiang Qisi called Wen Zhiyu who turned to leave.

Wen Zhiyu brushed the snow-colored fox fur, and there was no expression on her pale face. When she heard this call, she paused her movements without turning her head.

Jiang Qisi lowered her eyelashes, and suddenly said: "I will prove my innocence. Tomorrow, I hope that Sect Master Wen will burn me to the stake."

Wen Zhiyu, who was about to step over the threshold, froze and turned around after a while.The expression on her face was frozen, "Jiang Qisi, what kind of trick are you going to play?"

"I said, I didn't kill the master. It just depends on whether you give me the chance to prove it."

Wen Zhiyu would be so shocked, it was tantamount to her request, it was tantamount to seeking death.Of course, this was only in Wen Zhiyu's opinion.

In the original text, on Judgment Day, Wen Zhiyu would ask the original owner to swear an oath with Dao heart, and then be burned at the stake.If she really didn't betray her teacher's sect and hurt her fellow sect, then Wen Zhiyu's Red Lotus Karmic Fire was just a common fire to her.On the contrary, there will be no slag left of her immediately.

Can the original owner agree?That must not be the case!

But now it is she, Jiang Qisi, who has time-traveled over, not the original owner.Did she do those bad things?Obviously not!

Looking at Wen Zhiyu's leaving back, Jiang Qisi clicked her tongue lightly.

Anyway, Wen Zhiyu will bring this up sooner or later, it's better for her to raise it first and take the initiative.For example, she can change the Taoist oath.

If you succeed, you will die and live again.

died……

Jiang Qisi stroked her chin with her fingers, pouted.

If you die, then you will die in vain.