I'm a cannon fodder, but I'm actually a heartthrob

Chapter 257: Transmigrated into the Protagonist's White Moonlight 7

"Fox, why don't you speak?"

The little fox looked at Rong Jin and swallowed his saliva continuously.

"Look, Lao Kong, he's so handsome."

"How beautiful can she be..." Peacock said as he looked over. He swallowed the word that was on the tip of his tongue and changed it to, "Fuck, she's so beautiful. I want to mate with her."

"He is a male like you."

Peacock stared straight at Rong Jin: "So what if he's a male? I fell in love with him at first sight."

The little fox kicked him and said, "Get lost, you are just a bastard."

Having said that, the little fox was also looking in Rong Jin's direction, ready to make a move.

The little orange cat appeared, jumped onto Rong Jin's shoulder, and glanced subtly at the fox and peacock.

The fox and the peacock ran away quickly.

Rong Jin touched the little orange cat's ear and said, "Where did you go?"

Little orange cat: "Meow."

Rong Jin no longer cared and walked back with the little orange cat.

Before he took a few steps, a demon cultivator blocked his way, his cheeks flushed: "Um...um, what's your name? Do you have a Taoist partner?"

Rong Jin said in a cold voice: "I am Rong Jin, a sword cultivator, and I don't have a Taoist partner. Is there anything else?"

The demon cultivator was hurt by his cold attitude. He gave way absentmindedly and watched his departing back.

The little orange cat turned around and glared at the evil cultivator, and the evil cultivator glared back.

The little orange cat rubbed Rong Jin's neck and glared back at the demon cultivator again.

Demon cultivator: “Fuck.”

These days, even a little cat dares to challenge him.

There are more demon cultivators and monster cultivators in Amaterasu-in, but the two sides are not on good terms. As Rong Jin walked along, he heard many cultivators speaking ill of the demon cultivators, and he also heard the demon cultivators speaking ill of the cultivators behind their backs.

The next day, in order to enhance the relationship between the monks and the demons and monsters, the elders of Amaterasu held a banquet and ordered all the disciples of Amaterasu to attend.

The arrangement of the seats was also very clever, with four people at each table, and people from different worlds sitting at the table, one from the demon world, one from the monster world, one from the human world, and one from the cultivation world.

Rong Jin arrived late, and when it was his turn, there were not enough demons, so he was made to sit at the table of two monks.

Sitting next to him was a disciple from Lingbao Temple, with muscles all over his body and half of his body exposed, looking like he could kill three Rong Jin with one punch.

Rong Jin moved to the side twice without making a sound.

The disciple from Lingbao Temple was a chatterbox. When he saw him coming, he pulled him aside and asked, "Which sect are you from?"

Rong Jin: "Chasing Wind Tower."

The disciples of Lingbao Temple saw the sword on his waist and exclaimed, "Zhuifeng Tower? The disciples of Zhuifeng Tower are basically all talisman cultivators. Let me guess, are you the seventh disciple of the master of Zhuifeng Tower?"

Rong Jin said coldly: "Yeah."

"My name is Xiang Xianyun, what's yours?"

"Rong Jin."

After talking for a long time, Rong Jin still had an indifferent attitude. If it were someone else, they would have stopped talking to him long ago, but this disciple from Lingbao Temple became more and more excited as he talked.

"Hey, yesterday a disciple of Wuwang Sect had an argument with a demon cultivator, and the two sides started fighting. I heard that the demon cultivator used dirty tricks and deliberately kicked the Wuwang Sect disciple in the crotch. The Wuwang Sect disciple was so angry that he pulled the demon cultivator's hair and pulled out all his hair!"

Rong Jin wanted to laugh, but he pinched his palms and tried hard not to laugh.

Xiang Xianyun held his chin with one hand, his eyes focused on him: "Rong Jin, why are you not smiling?"

Rong Jin blurted out: "Because I don't like to laugh."

Xiang Xianyun burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just thought of something happy. Yesterday, after the demon cultivator's hair was plucked bald by the Wuwang Sect disciples, they went to drug the Wuwang Sect disciples in the middle of the night. As a result, I accidentally smelled the drug and passed out.

In the early morning, a demon cultivator passed by and saw this scene. He thought that the disciples of Wuwang Sect and the demon cultivators were fighting and both were injured and killed. He was so scared that he ran to call several elders over.

So when the Wuwang Sect disciples and the demon cultivators woke up, they were stunned to see the elders surrounding them. "

Xiang Xianyun leaned towards Rong Jin and pointed to the table across from them: "Look, the elders specially arranged the demon cultivator and the Wuwang Sect disciple to sit at the same table, and also the demon cultivator who was found lying on the ground this morning was also arranged to sit at the same table."

Rong Jin looked over and saw the demon cultivators and the Wuwang Sect disciples standing close together with pale faces. The demon cultivators glanced at them from time to time, trying hard to suppress their smiles. The unaware cultivators from the human world looked bewildered.

"Cough." Rong Jin's face turned a little red, and he raised his hands to fan his face.

He shouldn't have watched it, and it made him want to laugh even more.

He forced his gaze away and unexpectedly met the protagonist's gaze. He also saw the protagonist's top sitting next to him.

Wu Ling, who had his back to this place, seemed to have noticed something. When he turned around, Lin Zhimiao appeared in front of him in time, blocking Rong Jin's position.

When Wu Ling turned around, he saw the annoying Lin Zhimiao and turned back in annoyance.

The thrilling scene frightened Rong Jin. He didn’t dare to look back, so he lowered his eyes and waited quietly for the banquet to end.

Xiang Xianyun whispered in his ear: "Rong Jin, are you afraid of Wu Ling?"

Rong Jin looked up at Xiang Xianyun and said one word: "No."

Xiang Xianyun said meaningfully: "That Lin Zhimiao from Wuwang Sect should be interested in you, and I estimate that Wu Ling is also interested in you. Lin Zhimiao deliberately blocked his sight because she didn't want him to see you."

Rong Jin was shocked and became wary of this disciple from Lingbao Temple.

Xiang Xianyun pinched his face and said, "Rong Jin, you are so welcome."

Rong Jin pushed his hand away, "Nonsense."

Xiang Xianyun stopped approaching him, sat quietly on the chair and said, "Then just treat me as talking nonsense."

There was an empty seat next to Rong Jin, and soon someone sat down.

Rong Jin glanced to the left and felt that the person who had just sat down looked a little familiar.

Xiang Xianyun shouted directly: "Hey, who are you?"

Demonic cultivators can disguise themselves and look exactly like cultivators.

Rong Jin couldn't tell whether he was a demon cultivator or a cultivator, so he pricked up his ears to listen to the other party's answer.

The man didn't say anything, and didn't even look at Xiang Xianyun.

Xiang Xianyun sat next to Rong Jin and held Rong Jin's hand in a familiar manner. He wanted to say something, but the man spoke: "I am a demon cultivator, Lin Yan."

"Oh~ Lin Yan, the younger brother of the current Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, right?"

Lin Yan: “.”

The younger brother of the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm?

Rong Jin looked at Lin Yan again and still felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him before.

But he had been staying in the Zhuifeng Tower and seldom went out. How could he have met the Demon Lord's brother?

Rong Jin didn't notice that he had been staring at Lin Yan for a long time. Lin Yan could ignore his gaze at first, but now he couldn't ignore it anymore. He turned his head and said, "Don't look at me."

"Oh."

I won’t watch it now.

Xiang Xianyun asked: "Do you like this demon cultivator very much?"

Rong Jin shook his head: "No, I just think he looks familiar."