He Won't Play the Role of Cannon Fodder in a Vase [Quickly Pass]

Copywriting: Yan Jing was forced to play the role of cannon fodder. In the first world, he was the competitor of the Son of Destiny and the singing and dancing vase control group in the group. "I think C..." Yan Jing was about to make a move. The system sternly refused: "No, you don't want to! How can cannon fodder steal the spotlight from the protagonist? Just be your vase." "... Okay." Until the Star National Games, the agency hired a national-level snowboarding coach for them. Yan Jing looked at the man's streamlined abdominal muscles, tears falling from the corners of his mouth. Vase? Oh, even dogs are inappropriate. He is going to fight for the country and fight for unrequited love! [World One: From idol idol to Olympic champion] [World 2: From the dodder fiancée of the son of destiny to the last cultivator in the end of the world] Yan Jing took the supplies he collected and descended from the sky with a flying sword on his feet. He looked at the bloodstained special forces captain with a look of justice. "When the motherland is in trouble, I hand myself over to the country!" [World 3: From a jealous little junior brother in a vase to a cold-blooded swordsmanship genius] Yan Jing looked at the thin boy he picked up in the distance. He cursed and said: Who is the son of luck? Sorry, I don't have time to dig a hole for him. I'm supervising my future husband's iron lifting. The male mother with a superb body is attacked × chest muscle lovers are more popular than the "vase"# Purpose: Chasing the wind and chasing the moon, don't stop. Wherever there is plain grass, there are spring mountains.