Yue Qingmiao slept herself right into the world of a novel, becoming a cannon-fodder side character with the same name in the heroine's sect. The heroine was an annoying crybaby.
Yue Qingmiao rubbed her forehead. “I knew I should have memorized the whole novel whenever I came across a character with my name, just in case I transmigrated into a book!”
She tried every possible way to escape the heroine's clutches, but no matter where she went, they kept running into each other. The heroine always showed up with a crowd of sycophants, pointing at her and chattering away.
Yue Qingmiao sneered. “Woman, stay away from me. You'll make me miserable!”
When the heroine put on a tearful act and smeared her with false accusations, Yue Qingmiao raised her blade and gave her a thorough beating. “Say that again!”
The heroine claimed that all the spirit talismans on the market were made by her and handed out a few to each person. Yue Qingmiao simply pulled out several sacks of them and gave one sack to every senior and junior fellow disciple.
When they encountered a terrifying monster, the heroine threw herself into the arms of her sycophant and sobbed. Yue Qingmiao raised her blade and cleaved the beast in two. “Woman, do you think I'll feel sorry for you if you act like that?”
