The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

This is not fabricated.

It was not fabricated by the palace people to exaggerate the brutality of the tyrant.

It is a real fact that skinning a beauty and making a snare drum.

Shaoyin lay in the quilt without speaking. The air gradually condensed, and the almost silent atmosphere made Huihui a little panicked: "Why, what's the matter?"

The voice was quite faint, "The method of death is a bit miserable, haha, that, we can adjust it, how about I shield you from the pain later when I move the knife?"

Shaoyin still didn't speak.

Hui Hui became even more guilty: "Don't be angry, in fact, just give it a shot, and make sure that it will not exceed three minutes. And when you peel the skin later, you are dead, it doesn't matter anymore, we have already left, think about the excellent evaluation, you will get a lot Points!"

Speaking of the word "integral", it stumbled with a guilty conscience. What points are they good for her? The questers in other people's homes all want to be reborn, get gold fingers, have a body, save family and friends, etc., and are eager for points. But its tasker doesn't want it! !

It shed tears in its heart, and could only persuade it: "Yinyin, do one line and love one line, you have bound me, so you have to do things well? It is not good to be cynical and not seeking politics in your place?"

"Yeah." Shao Yin sat up.

Pick up the clothes from the floor outside the bed and put them on one by one.

She just ignored it, just thinking about how to arrange it next.

It's all coming, just die and leave, it's not her style.

"Give me some buckets of paint." She said to Huihui.

Huihui landed in the StarCraft Mall subconsciously and added the paint she wanted to the shopping cart. As soon as she was about to pay, she suddenly stopped: "What do you want paint for?"

She only needs to lie down for a while, and when Pei Jiufeng comes back, she can go to the cool plot. What do you want to paint for now?

"Draw a picture." Shaoyin said.

Huihui couldn't help but think of the last world. On the surface, she could not help but shudder by selling paintings for money and doing things secretly.

"What do you paint for?" it asked in a loud voice.

Shaoyin bent over and put on her shoes, walked around in the empty and cold-toned hall, sweeping around, observing the space, angle, distance, etc., and casually said: "In order not to die too miserably later."

Huihui didn't believe it at all.

After hesitating, the payment was made.

This thing is not expensive at all. I bought a lot of barrels before I spent a grade point.

It just depends on what she is going to do, can't she paint and make trouble again, right?

It doesn't believe that she can eat all over the world with one move, and so on again and again.

Several buckets of paint fell out of thin air on the ground paved with white marble.

In fact, the royal family’s tradition is to pave wooden floors. Pei Jiufeng disliked that the wooden floors were not clean, and blood stains were left every time they killed people. Therefore, the white marble paved was rebuilt for easy scrubbing.

Shaoyin put her long hair up to her waist together, picked up the brush in one hand and her wide sleeves in the other, and painted in front of the dragon bed.

Fortunately, she came early.

It will take more than half an hour for Pei Jiufeng to come back.

She moves faster enough to finish the painting.

"This, this, how did you draw this?" Looking at the huge graffiti in front of the dragon bed, I stammer in shock.

Shaoyin put down his sleeves and put the brush back into the bucket: "Take it away."

In the next instant, several buckets of paint disappeared out of thin air.

"A surprise for the hero," Shaoyin said, taking off his shoes again, climbing on the dragon bed, and getting into the bedding.

It's autumn, and the night is quite cold, why should she tremble below?

She was warm in the bed, of course she had to take care of herself.

Huihui looked at the painting and asked in a daze, "You don't want to die, do you?"

Although I don't know what she is going to do, it's not a good thing anyway. What could be worse than not following the plot? Huihui can't think of it.

Shaoyin ignored it, lying neatly on his side in the quilt, resting his cheek in one hand, and looked at the furnishings and style in the tyrant's palace.

The color is very dark.

The style is depressing, gloomy, and gloomy.

It can be seen that the spiritual world of the male protagonist is very bad. But any normal person cannot live in this style of room.

"DaDaDa."

The drumbeat of footsteps gradually approached.

"The emperor, carefully ahead of the threshold."

The **** humbled to the extreme to please.

"roll."

The clear voice of the young man reveals world-weariness and indifference.

coming.

Shao Yin raised his eyebrows, did not sit up, just raised his eyes and looked forward.

Pei Jiufeng is eighteen years old this year. He has pale skin, delicate features, eyes black as ink, thin lips red as blood, and looks stunning and gorgeous. He is a weak, pale and beautiful boy.

He is tall and thin, and the black and red robe of the emperor covers his thin body, loose and loose. He didn't seem to mind, he didn't even open his mind a bit, and walked in lightly.

Then, he saw the huge graffiti in front of the dragon bed.

The raised footsteps froze, his eyes widened slightly, and the sloppy and indifferent expression faded, revealing a bit of horror.

Withdraw his footsteps and take a slight step back.

Take another two steps.

Then he frowned and looked up.

That is a rift valley graffiti.

It belongs to modern painting art, which uses light, shadow and color to draw a three-dimensional effect.

Shaoyin sold paintings to make money in the last world, and he inevitably learned a new style, so he used it now.

She painted a rift valley on the ground in front of the bed with paint. It was eight meters long and three meters wide. The dark gray and light gray colors described the uneven fracture surface, and the meandering river and lush forest below.

The colors are bright and the contrast is strong, just like a real scene.

Pei Jiufeng, who had never seen such a painting style, was shocked by the visual effects on the surface, and for a moment he thought it was real.

Later, rationality returned.

He has been in the palace all day, and if the ground moves or cracks, he will not be ignorant.

This must be false.

Hold your hands behind your back and look beyond the "rift valley."

After a while, he saw the clue.

Time is running out, and Shaoyin wants to paint a giant graffiti. The time is too late and the details are rather rough. He only needs to look carefully at it and he can understand that it is fake.

Rao is sensible and knows that it is fake, but the fear of smashing his feet and crushing his bones still prevents him from getting too close.

Pei Jiufeng squinted his eyes, raised his eyes to look on the bed, and shouted to the instigator: "Come down!"

Shaoyin looked at him with a smile: "Is the emperor afraid? Don't you dare to come over?"

Huihui watched for so long, finally knowing her plan, and vomited: "Do you expect him not to come and kill you? How is it possible?"

That's the hero! IQ and courage are both top-notch, how could it be frightened by a mere graffiti?

Furthermore, he can call someone to drag her!

"Lone let you down!" Pei Jiufeng shouted coldly.

Shao Yin smiled, sat up, hugged the quilt and said: "It's too cold, the emperor will take pity." As he said, he pulled out the hairpin and threw it to the ground.

Doraemon!

The pearl hairpin fell on the ground and did not fall into the "rift valley".

This is indeed false.

Pei Jiufeng relaxed, with a gloomy face, strode forward, and reached out to pull her: "Dare to climb the lonely bed! Who gives you the courage!"

His pale face was full of yin and ruthlessness, and a thick murderous intent carried the emperor's power to overflow from him, as if to cut a person to pieces.

"I don't want it either." Shaoyin leaned back, her flexible waist bent in an amazing arc, "but it's too cold below."

She is a dancer who was carefully taught by Master Li in the book.

With stunning appearance and beautiful figure, he sent to the palace to please Pei Jiufeng.

But Pei Jiufeng had eaten enough of women's suffering in his childhood, and hated women the most in his life, such a stunning beauty as a dancer, in his eyes like bones.

His eyes were full of disgust, his pale and thin fingers lifted the bedding, rolled her up and threw her down!

Even though he was thin and thin, it seemed like the wind was blowing, but his strength was great.

Shaoyin was thrown off with the quilt. Because of the cushion of the quilt, she didn't suffer.

He took off the quilt and stood up, and then said: "The emperor is so fierce. I have worked so hard to make the emperor please me for a long time. The emperor is still fierce to me if he doesn't appreciate it."

Pei Jiufeng wanted to kill her.

The **** dared to climb his bed and ate the guts of ambition!

But after hearing what she said, the call for someone to come in was like a freeze, paused, and frowned, "You painted this to please the lonely?"

Not to climb the bed?

"Yes." Shaoyin took care of his clothes and neatly arranged his clothes. Only then did he stand properly, "I have been painting for a long time!"

Pei Jiufeng frowned.

Look down at the graffiti.

"Stand far away!" He shouted coldly when a corner of the graffiti was blocked.

Shaoyin felt obediently, bent over, picked up the quilt and stepped back, revealing the graffiti.

"You really don't follow the plot?" Huihui asked with a sad face, "I beg you, it's the third world, don't play, do a good mission, right?"

It has seen it, Shaoyin made up his mind not to die, otherwise he wouldn't spend so much effort in painting.

It should have been seen long ago.

It shouldn't have a fluke mentality just now.

"What's the rush? There are still two years left." Shao Yin said lightly, "When will I die in these two years?"

There are still two years before the heroine enters the palace.

She is the cannon fodder living in the rumors.

Grey: "..."

Believe in her to have a ghost.

That's what she said when she was a queen. As a result, the hero and the heroine were killed, and he died of old age happily, ha ha.

But it knew it was useless to say anything. She is still willing to coax it now, really piercing it, she will not coax it anymore, what else should be done.

"Who taught you?" Pei Jiufeng circled the graffiti. The freshness and excitement made him feel good, and he didn't immediately pull Shao Yin out and cut it.

Shaoyin replied softly: "I thought about it myself. In order to please the emperor, I studied for a long, long time."

Pei Jiufeng doesn't dislike others to please him.

In other words, I didn't feel the point of killing people.

As long as it is not crawling the bed, everything else can be tolerated.

What he thought of, his eyes lightened slightly: "Come with Gu."

Strode out.

Shaoyin followed up in small steps: "Emperor, where are we going?"

"Go to Xuanming Hall, I want you to draw another picture before dawn." Pei Jiufeng said, his lips curled up.

How can he let him see such an interesting thing for himself?

Those mediocre ministers should also look at it.

Shaoyin paused and said, "The emperor wait a minute, I'll get the paint."

Let Huihui put the paint in an inconspicuous place behind the bed, and ran to fetch it by herself.

And reluctantly put down the quilt.

Pei Jiufeng didn't notice it, and stood outside the palace waiting for her.

Shaoyin was wearing a tulle dress and ran up carrying a few small buckets.

The night wind blows, the gauze is blowing, and the graceful body is revealed.

The blue silk is flying, setting off the jade face.

She is a rare beauty in the world.

However, Pei Jiufeng remained unmoved.

The beauty of the world is withered bones in his eyes.

He even thought, she wears so little, no wonder he misunderstood that she was crawling the bed!