I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 209 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (76)

Ye Zhao teleported back to the small bamboo house and smelled the bloody smell.

His clone's face was covered in blood and bones, looking extremely terrifying and miserable.

He leaned against the wall with his eyes empty and lifeless, and ice silk with cold light wrapped around his body and passed through his chest.

A steady stream of blood "dripping" along the ice silk.

That's his unique trick.

Ye Zhao's eyes revealed a hint of fear. He walked closer and pulled out the ice silk to find out what was going on, but it had just melted and disappeared.

When he put his hand on the clone's forehead to find out who did it, the "clone" suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hehehe~~"

"Hehehe~~"

“Hehehehehe~~”

A sharp and piercing laugh came from the mouth of the "clone".

Grabbing her neck tightly, Ye Zhao's face was filled with murderous intent, "Who are you?"

"The renowned Mingxi Immortal Venerable is so useless. As a son, he still can't find the murderer to avenge his parents. Hehe..."

Ye Zhao: No, haha.

His face was as pale as snow, and he pinched her harder, his body tense, "Who told you that?"

"You're so afraid of death that you're trying to survive in this world by begging for mercy from the very enemy who massacred your entire family... Hehe..."

"Your master, who nurtured and taught you, unfortunately discovered the truth and tried to kill you to silence you..."

"Scumbag!"

"Scum!"

"Shameless!"

Ye Zhao shouted, "Nonsense!"

It was clearly those demons who killed the master in the great war nine hundred years ago. What does it have to do with him?

He had also been tricked by the demons...

As if seeing the thoughts behind his troubled expression, the "clone" sneered, "The only people who can lock the enemy from a thousand miles away are you and your master. Did your master hurt himself?"

Ye Zhao's mind was boiling, he bit his lips tightly, but his expression was wavering.

The clone struck while the iron was hot, "You are shameless and invincible. Now that you are the master, you are willing to stoop to pretending to be a woman and seducing your disciples. How..."

"Shameless!"

Ye Zhao scolded, "Shut up!"

The hand that was pinching her throat kept tightening, but she felt she couldn't use all her strength.

A fishy-sweet smell surged, and his cheeks felt hot and painful. If he hadn't used the facial blurring technique, it would be easy to imagine his most unbearable side revealed...

"If your good disciple knew that you didn't want to accept him as your disciple because you were jealous of his talent and destined to have a bright and glorious future, and that you deceived him for other purposes, since he respected and trusted you so much..."

Hearing this, Ye Zhao almost fainted.

How did he know that the male protagonist respected and trusted him?

It's just a matter of pressing him under you like this and that. Is there any misunderstanding about this?

Seeing Ye Zhao's mouth twitching and his face twisted, the "clone" thought he was angry because he had hit a sore spot.

She intensified her anger, each word stabbing at his heart like a knife. "He's had a miserable life to begin with. Now his master, whom he considered a relative, has lied to him, and his beloved has become like a dream. He's been living a lie from beginning to end. Tsk, tsk, tsk... He must not want to live anymore. You, what wouldn't you do to survive? Naturally, I can't understand."

Every word was so sharp that Ye Zhao was unable to resist and retreated repeatedly.

Feeling ashamed, I racked my brains to defend myself, "You know..."

"Hua Jingmian is coming soon, and she's about to find out that you're here for Fengsheng..."

"Pfft!"

A long sword pierced the heart mercilessly.

A trace of scarlet spread across Ye Zhao's eyes, and his mind was filled with one sentence: Anyone who knows must die.

The "clone" spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and his triumphant smile disappeared in an instant. Panicked and puzzled, he spoke in a deliberately gentle and soft voice, "Uncle Master... why did you kill me?"

"No!"