The author suddenly changed her mind and slipped into the fairy tale she wrote and became a vicious female supporting character.
Ye Youyou, holding the script in hand, is no longer calm!
The original owner was a perfect cannon fodder, even if his spiritual roots were ruined, he was still a bad person. What he studied every day was not how to improve his cultivation, but how to stumbling blocks for the heroine, and rushing to be a stepping stone for the heroine.
Her role... Becomes a demon to promote the relationship between the male and female protagonists + equips the female protagonist with explosive equipment.
In order to stay away from the heroine and save her life, she did not choose any of them during the apprenticeship ceremony of the Immortal Sect disciples.
As a result, because of her good looks, she was snatched away by the sect that was full of crispy skin.
As the saying goes, you are not afraid of having too many crispy skins, but you are afraid of having a bunch of crispy skins. Who can handle this team battle?
What's tragic is that someone else is holding a script to change their fate. She only has half of the script in her hand. She only knows that the sect is full of cannon fodder villains, and she doesn't even know how to die!
Panic? Panic! ! !
Ye Youyou expressed that she was panicking!
Is panic useful? No!
She will rise!
It was just the way of heaven, she had to fight for it.
Waste spiritual roots? It doesn't matter, she knows where the spiritual spring for washing the marrow is, and washing the double spiritual roots is even more heaven-defying.
Looking back, I saw that my home was almost stolen.
Her six genius brothers are rushing to kill them. Are they afraid that the heroine will not be able to explode the equipment?
Senior brother, don't give it away! Her heaven-defying healing skills were almost unable to save these crispy chickens.
All the senior brothers protected the little junior sister like eagles protecting chickens: "Junior sister, don't be afraid, hide behind us and stay here."
The little junior sister hid obediently behind the senior brothers, quietly performed the healing technique, and secretly murmured: Without me, none of you can survive. A bunch of fragile people are not tough. Is this the dead brain of cannon fodder?
Can you look at the protagonist's halo on someone's head and weigh how much you weigh?
