Chapter 67: Plans can't keep up with changes

"How do you go so fast? I haven't asked for a name yet? ”

With a lost expression on his face, Zhang Yaozu slowly took away the golden immortal power in his hand.

It wasn't until that small shadow completely disappeared into the crowd that Zhang Yaozu showed an innocent smile and said, "Sister good man, I have already remembered your spiritual power, and the next time we meet, I must let you feel my full sincerity." ”

At this time, Ling Lingqi stood alone in an uninhabited alley, holding on to a rough and uneven stone wall with one hand, panting and saying, "But I finally stayed away from that little guy." ”

Although most of the writers will become the protagonist, Ling Lingqi really doesn't want to be the protagonist.

The protagonist looks very beautiful on the surface, but nine out of ten have to go through ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties before they can finally hold the beauty and live a stable life of envy others.

Others want to be a hero who saves the world, but she Ling Lingqi just wants to be a little salted fish, so it is very good for her to be a simple and inconspicuous supporting role.

At least you don't have to live a lot of disasters and hardships, and you don't have to be constantly abused in order to promote the development of the climactic plot.

But one thing is very unfair, almost all the supporting characters in this group pet text have been safe and sound, and they can basically go to the finale, except for the seventh senior sister, a poor female supporting actress who received a lunch box in advance.

In order to avoid falling into the tragic situation of the seventh junior sister, Ling Lingqi would desperately avoid Feng Jiujiu before, trying not to follow the original plot and not collapse the character.

At the same time, she also does not let other characters be affected by her, so that unpredictable changes occur.

It's just a thousand calculations, and the only protagonist who hasn't counted the group pet text.

Actually, this is also expected, without the support of the plot in the early stage, the relationship between her and Feng Jiujiu is definitely no longer what it used to be.

Originally, I just wanted the two to become an ordinary passerby relationship.

Helplessly, the plan couldn't catch up with the changes, but their relationship became closer and closer, closer than the original text, so close that they had covered the same quilt, slept in the same bed, and almost developed in a bad direction.

Especially the inexplicable feeling of being moved by Feng Jiujiu before, which made Ling Lingqi afraid and uneasy all day long, for fear that one day he would really blossom and bear fruit with Feng Jiuyue......

Thankfully, she had just figured it out, and it was just a misunderstanding.

"Alas, I just want to be a carefree little salted fish, why is it so difficult!"

Ling Lingqi sat down on one of the steps in a daze tiredly.

The clouds fade away, and twilight falls.

Ling Lingqi was still sitting alone on the steps of the alley, refusing to get up and go back to the inn to face Feng Jiujiu.

"Find! I'm going to find him out of the ground three feet into the ground! ”

A strong male voice suddenly sounded loudly in the darkness.

Ling Lingqi's small body couldn't help but shake, and just as she looked up and wondered which big guy was talking, she saw a group of tall black-clothed people holding bright weapons and passing by in front of her with a fierce attitude.

The person who came was not good, Ling Lingqi immediately made a decision, and quickly collected the weak aura around his body, trying to make himself look ordinary and weak.

The black-clothed man who took the lead suddenly stopped, walked towards Ling Lingqi with a sharp guillotine in his hand, and asked in a vicious tone, "Hey! Have you ever seen a wounded man pass by? ”

When Ling Lingqi heard this, his eyes showed fear and he didn't dare to speak, but he shook his head in response.

The man in black immediately looked displeased, and quickly raised the sharp knife in his hand.