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

Chapter 253: Transmigrated into the Protagonist's White Moonlight 3

On the second day, Rong Jin could clearly feel that his body had improved a lot. At least he was not so weak that he could not walk.

After regaining his strength, Rong Jin chose to leave without hesitation while Wu Ling was away.

There were a few water drops hanging on the treetops. Rong Jin accidentally touched the treetops when he passed by. The water droplets fell on his arms and soaked his white clothes.

Rong Jin didn't care and walked forward.

The temperature in Lihe Valley was very low. It was early morning and the chill had not yet dissipated. Rong Jin had no cultivation skills at the moment, so he felt the biting cold after walking a short distance.

At the end of the walk, he was completely unable to walk and squatted on the ground, thinking that he might freeze to death here.

As his consciousness faded, Rong Jin vaguely saw a tall man.

"Tsk, who told you to run around? You deserve it."

From the tone of voice, Rong Jin could guess who was hugging him without even looking.

He snorted twice and heard Wu Ling say, "I really want to smash your ass to pieces. Let's see if you dare to disobey me and walk around."

Rong Jin opened his mouth and bit Wu Ling's shoulder.

He even had difficulty opening his mouth, and the force of his bite on Wu Ling's shoulder was like tickling. Wu Ling poked his face: "Bite me? My whole body is poisonous, aren't you afraid of being poisoned to death?"

Rong Jin immediately opened his mouth and said "Pooh" softly.

Wu Ling noticed it keenly, pinched Rong Jin's chin, and put his right index finger in it: "Don't you like biting people? Go on."

childish.

After Rong Jin finished his evaluation, he felt dizzy.

During the days in Lihegu, Rong Jin fainted three times.

Every time is unexpected.

Rong Jin attributed all the faults to the protagonists.

If it weren't for them, he would have returned to Zhuifeng Tower with the Xuanyoucao.

Rong Jin is the seventh and last disciple of the owner of Zhuifeng Tower. He usually practices and seldom goes out for training.

Outsiders don't pay much attention to the young disciple of the owner of Zhuifeng Tower, let alone have seen him.

Rong Jin is happy and free. He lies down after practicing every day and lives a very comfortable life.

This trip to Lihegu might be God's punishment for him being too careless.

Rong Jin lay listlessly in Wu Ling's arms. Even when he was awake, he was too lazy to lift his fingertips.

Wu Ling touched his face curiously and played with his body with his hands.

His hands became more and more presumptuous, Rong Jin couldn't stand it anymore, and gently held his index finger: "Don't touch me."

Wu Ling did not move anymore, but stared at him intently.

Rong Jin felt a headache from being stared at by him, and said impatiently: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you," Wu Ling stared more seriously, "Why are you so beautiful?"

Rong Jin looked at him and said, "You are also good-looking."

Wu Ling was happy: "Thank you for the compliment."

With Wu Ling around, Rong Jin's days in the cave were not boring. Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

The poison in Rong Jin's body has been almost eliminated, and his cultivation has recovered halfway.

Late at night, he looked at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling's long eyelashes drooped, covering her phoenix eyes. She was probably fast asleep.

Monks don't sleep, but Rong Jin discovered that Wu Ling also likes to sleep occasionally.

He was not sure whether Wu Ling was asleep now, so he made a little noise. When he saw that Wu Ling did not respond, he walked quietly to his side and searched his body for the Xuanyou grass.

No one knew where Wu Ling had put the Xuanyou grass, and Rong Jin had been looking for it for a long time but couldn't find it.

He didn't give up and reached his hand into Wu Ling's clothes and touched her waist.

Wu Ling suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed his hand that was touching her randomly, and said in a low voice: "Be good, or I will hurt you if you touch me again."

Rong Jin's face turned red with shame and he wanted to take his hand back, but Wu Ling was very strong. He tried to struggle a few times but failed in the end.

Rong Jin gave up struggling and said, trying to cover up the truth, "I was sleepwalking just now."

Wu Ling laughed out loud: "Do you like to touch others when you sleepwalk? I don't believe it. Sleepwalk again and let me see."

Rong Jin turned his head away and pretended to be dead.

He shouldn't have explained too much.

The morning light was dim, and when Rong Jin opened his eyes again, Wu Ling was gone.

Wu Ling has always been elusive, so Rong Jin didn't pay much attention to him. He stretched and suddenly saw the Xuanyou grass placed next to him.

Rong Jin put away the Xuanyou grass and walked out of the cave.

Wu Ling had set up a formation at the entrance of the cave. Most of the disciples in Zhuifeng Tower were good at talismans and formations, but Rong Jin was a sword cultivator and did not understand anything related to formations, so he returned to his original position in frustration.

He sat in meditation, waiting for Wu Ling to come back.

There were some slight noises coming from the cave entrance. Rong Jin thought it was Wu Ling, so he didn't bother to look.

Ten minutes later, the slight movement still existed.

Rong Jin walked over to check.

Outside the cave, Lin Zhimiao, dressed in white, holding a sword, tried to break the formation set up by Wu Ling.

Seeing this, Rong Jin also followed suit and attacked the formation.

After a few minutes, the formation was actually broken.

Lin Zhimiao held his hand and said, "Hurry up, once the formation is broken, that person will be here soon."

Hearing him say this, Rong Jin did not dare to hesitate and followed him to the top of the cliff.

They ran to the edge of the cliff where they fell. Rong Jin held onto a tree to catch his breath. An orange kitten walked to his feet and then jumped onto his shoulder.

The little soul-leaving beast also slowly walked over and licked his feet, as if competing for the little orange cat's favor.

The little orange cat kicked him away domineeringly and occupied Rong Jin alone.

Lin Zhimiao saw this scene and just as he was alert, he heard Rong Jin say, "They have no ill intentions. Rong Xiaowu is my pet."

Lin Zhimiao responded and said no more.

This place is not very hidden, so Rong Jin picked up the little orange cat and said goodbye to Lin Zhimiao.

Lin Zhimiao said reluctantly: "I am Lin Zhimiao from Wuwang Sect. This is my token. You can come to Wuwang Sect to find me anytime."

Rong Jin did not accept it, nor did he reveal his identity.

In his opinion, he and Lin Zhimiao would have no contact in the future, and he was a cold person, so there was no need to tell Lin Zhimiao his identity.

"Farewell."

Rong Jin left with the little orange cat.

The little soul-leaving beast followed him to the entrance of Lihe Valley. Rong Jin stopped and said to it, "Go back quickly. The outside world is too dangerous."

The two big Soul-Separating Beasts were watching them ten steps away, worried that the small Soul-Separating Beast would run around.

Rong Jin reached out and touched its head: "Goodbye."

The little Soul-Separating Beast walked back, looking back every few steps. When it reached the big Soul-Separating Beast, it roared.

Rong Jin waved his hand and walked out of Lihe Valley.

There was a poisonous insect left by Wu Ling in his body. Since he was unsure whether the insect had the effect of tracking, Rong Jin did not dare to stay for a moment and rushed back to Zhuifeng Tower overnight.

The owner of the building was out temporarily. Rong Jin asked other disciples and learned that the owner would be back tomorrow, so he went back to his own yard to rest.

His courtyard is adjacent to the owner's residence, and the round trip takes only three minutes.

The owner of Zhuifeng Tower has seven disciples. The other six disciples all have their own independent mountains, but Rong Jin is the only one who still lives near the owner.

Rong Jin is still young, but his six senior brothers and sisters all have profound cultivation and many disciples, unlike Rong Jin who is a "lonely man".