I’m Not Your Female Lead!

On the day of Ye Fei's return, it has been more than two months since Ye Language and others passed the tests into the peaks.

In more than two months, the eminent disciples entering the peaks were only in the adaptation phase of familiarity with the precepts and the environment and had not arranged any studies or assignments.

Even so, the two newly-named disciples of the Sovereign Peak - Ye Language and Yunhua - were renowned for their stunning performance during the weather test of the day.

Naturally, the reason why the two men are so famous as the women and women of "The Night Non-Magic" may also need to add that they are also the most sophisticated in the whole parish.

- The disciple of Sword Sect is a large number of men and women, among them a small number with outstanding natural beauty. Zongney couldn't help but marry male and female disciples, now suddenly there are so many more, and many formal disciples without a couple can't resist “passing by” from outside the bamboo forest of the house where the famous disciples live for three days.

For this reason, Ye Language has been systematically "robbed of the male lead”.

“I am a strategic cover for self-sacrificing. ”

When I heard the system say this again, Ye said ruthlessly blocked back, “Didn't you notice that Xuan Zheng is now as dripping water into the sea, no news? ”

The more you get acquainted with Leaf, the sooner the system learns about her, the sooner there's no mercy...

“But the host, even in the original scripture, acted in a very low light. Even in many chapters, the content is essentially leaf oriented - that is, even without your cover, Master Host, Xuanxiao's actions will not be affected. ”

“…” Ye pretended not to have heard, and continued to sit in his own small building and look at the rules emanating from it.

Until a thin brochure turned its head again, Ye threw the book, stood up and stretched out a lazy waist.

“In terms of time, Xuanzhen has been in the Sword Sect for two months. Almost found what he needed, right? ”

“Yes," the system said, "but promotion to chaos is not an easy thing, and the host adult may not be able to see him for a long period of time. ”

Ye sighed and walked out of the house, "If it wasn't for the main line of work, I shouldn't have come into this door - you can't go there in the zoning, you can't go there, you're suffocating people. ”

The system retrieved it in the database before saying, “Master Host, it's interesting that there is a place in all the peaks of this sword sect. ”

“Oh, where?” Ye asked curiously.

“Trading market.” The system said, "initially only a few disciples traded privately, but then gradually developed to scale, where many disciples traded some of the rare treasures or weird things they got while traveling. ”

Ye's eyes were slightly bright, "Sounds interesting. ”

The system cautioned, "But if the host is going to go, at least fix it as part of the reveal… even if it only goes to condensation. ”

“When you say this, I suddenly remembered that I haven't received the reward for both [Yunhua] and [Bye Jianzong] missions, have I? ”

“Yes, Lord Host, would you like to claim it? ”

“Anyway, there is Xuanxian blood secrets to cover up, and no one else can see my true repair, so get it straight. ”

“Yes, Lord Host. ”

As the system voice dropped, the same feeling came twice after the first mission reward, Ye clearly felt that his divinity had once again expanded in scope, to more than double the original.

Her own cultivation also reached the early stage of the juvenile state after receiving the reward from [Sailing Immortal Domain], crossing two small realms, reaching the late stage of the juvenile state.

“It feels good,” Ye chuckled his lower back leg, “two more tasks, I can skip the peak of the juvenile state and reach the beast state directly - that is to be level with Xuanxian in the great realm. ”

The system brutally punctured: “Even if Xuanxun repaired after two tasks without any growth, the host was a whole three small boundaries lower than Xuanxun - not to mention that Xuanxun was likely to have moved into chaos after the completion of the host's two tasks. ”

Ye: “…………"

“Do you know what kind of existence I hate the most? ”

Innocent system: “?? ”

Ye grinded his lower back teeth, "I hate sweeping my happiness the most. ”

System: "…”

“Host adults can actually think in better directions in the past - if you come to a tougher task, there is a good chance that the reward will raise more than one small boundary! ”

Ye thought for two seconds, shook his head.

“Forget it. The higher the reward, the crater the task, which is certain. ”

“ …… ”

*

An hour later, Zhang Xinshu appeared in the corner of the trade fair for disciples of Zongzhengfeng.

Zhang Huan weighed up and down the young repairman in his standing stall, and when the man had placed the table and chair out of the mustard ring, he stood up and walked up to the youth--

“This brother seems a bit eye-catching, I wonder which elder is under the high school? ”

The spirits previously collected from Xuanxian shielded his face, and the leaves dressed as men slowly rose from the newly seated chair and returned a gift.

“You're welcome, I'm just a regular honorary disciple who's new this year. ”

“Oh, it's my brother.” Zhang Huan smiled, “The first time the Sect entered the Patriarchal Peak - even if it was just a famous disciple, the brother should not be too modest. ”

Without waiting for Ye Language to catch up, this person's head twisted and his eyes fell on the table of Ye Language, which had not yet had time to set up the items -

“Brother, what's the deal? ”

Ye Language laughed and hurriedly flipped in the mustard ring and finally found a rag.

The next moment, she had a glitter in her hand, and the ink was painted with a "gossip” in her hand.

“ …… ”

Zhang Huan's eyes flashed.

He was just interested to ask because young people who had not met him were carrying mustard rings with them - and the size of this table and chair is a treasure of absolutely no small capacity.

He thought this man must have been some elder brother who had been closed for many years, but never thought of it as just a famous disciple.

But the difference between this one and the other makes him feel even worse.

——

An ordinary honorary disciple, carrying such a precious mustard ring with him, and raising his hand and throwing his foot at nothing...

Put a brilliant smile on your ring face.

“Is this brother-in-law going to count as gossip at this trade fair? ”

Had it not been for this little brother, he would have laughed out loud.

Ye Language is like not hearing the tacit irony in the tone of the other party, laughing naively: “Is that not allowed in the rules, brother? ”

“Hahahahahaha that's not true, just that my Sword Sect disciples rarely drill this way. And the world knows that the people of Tianjing Guangluo Shanbu, but they seem to have searched for some talented seedlings. ”

Zhang Huan smiled and mocked his heart:

Besides, where in the hell did you come from, a well-known disciple, who came to the trading fair at Lord's Peak to fix most of it to be far better than your elders?

“ …… ”

Ye distinguished this sub line. She smiled at Zhang Huan, not annoyed.

“How many years have you been in Sword Sect? ”

Zhang Huan stunned: “This... more than seven years. ”

Ye's expression exaggerated a little, “Haven't seen the market count in seven years? ”

“… no.” Zhang Huan's face suffocated and shook his head with a strong smile. "Looks like I'm missing something. ”

“It's okay, it's okay. ”

Ye Yan patted Zhang Huan's shoulder with a huge smile, "I just helped Zhang Huan to raise his awareness. ”

“You…! ”

Zhang Huan was stunned by this rude words, and when he reacted, he was annoyed, just a second before he was angry, and suddenly he was stiff--

“How do you know... what's my name? ”

He remembers he didn't introduce himself just now...

Ye Language has sat down again by now. When she heard Zhang Huan's question, she looked up and looked at her with “caring for the mentally retarded” kind of compassion.

Fine, beautiful white onion fingertips on the ink on that windless fabric...

“Didn't you see the words that big? Tsk tsk...”

How come you're blind when you're young?

“…” This is too obvious a submersible line called Zhang Huan's face red and white, but he suddenly had palpitations because of the leaf language, which suddenly could not see through the deep and shallow ability to calculate, and was temporarily afraid to say anything.

After another while, Ye Language met this man who had not yet returned to his stall and was impatient.

She glanced over: "Brother, what can I do for you? ”

Zhang Huan has been standing in place for a while and can't bear it at this time.

He walked up to the front and said, "Do you really know how to read? ”

“Didn't you just go through this?” Ye shrugged his shoulders.

“In addition to his name, what can he be? ”

“ …… ”

Ye did not speak, smiled and bent down a beautiful pair of peach blossom eyes.

Then she lifted the white, slender right hand onto the tabletop and twisted it with her forefinger as if the spring root had been cut out.

Zhang Huan stared at the little “brother” in front of him.

--I just didn't realize it. At this time, I approached it and found out that this little brother looked... so handsome.

Ye Language waited half a day before waiting for Zhang Huan to react, and then looked up again, but he saw that he had looked straight at himself.

Ye: “……"

“Cough, Brother Zhang Huan? ”

Zhang Huan suddenly returned to his senses after a light cough from his younger brother. He was embarrassed to ask: “What did he just say?” His gaze moved uncomfortably.

Ye helplessly retracted his hand.

“I can calculate a lot - as long as you can afford it. ”

“What price do you want? ”

Ye Language wanted to ask him what he wanted to be. Just a second before she spoke, she turned her mind and laughed: “Brother Zhang Huan has been in the parish for seven years. It should be at this disciple trading fair, saving a lot of connections and a lot of news channels, right? ”

“…” After listening to this, Zhang Huan finally turned his gaze and took a deep look at Ye Language.

“Wasn't that a small plan? ”

Ye smiled and looked harmless. “Fair trade, no bullying. ”

…………

Nobody knows the first gossip of Ye in the Sword Sect, what exactly did Zhang Huan calculate, and whether it was accurate.

All they knew was that on that morning, the title of "Little Divine Count” in the corner of the market spread through the Patriarchal Peak somehow; and a month and a half later, Zhang Huan, in the same realm within the peak, would take the laurel directly.

After opening the door, the purpose of Ye Language had been achieved, and he was no longer greedy. By the way, he set the rule--

Every day is nothing but gossip.

As soon as this rule emerges, the enthusiasm for gossip does not diminish within the Patriarchal Peak, and many disciples are dedicated every day to guarding the mysterious young man at the market.

——

It was quickly established that the young disciple, who had long been searching for his face in the parish, was only a transvestite and had never revealed his true face.

Until early this morning, Ye Language walked out of his house and stretched a comfortable lazy waist toward the sun.

Then, a noise in his ear suddenly sounded defensively...

“Didn't expect that the ‘little god' of the famous Sword Sect was a beautiful sister? ”