Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

Chapter 261: The Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Character in Cultivation Fiction (10)

Lin Sheng's face turned red, and she followed Jiang Wan obediently, staring at Lin Ye with her big grape-like eyes, calling him "brother" in a low voice.

Seeing that Lin Sheng was fine, Lin Ye's heart was completely relieved.

He was about to kneel down before Jiang Wan, but Jiang Wan raised her hand to stop him.

"Are you willing to sign a contract with me now?"

Lin Ye's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded, "Lin Ye doesn't know how to make the agreement."

"You just need to tell yourself that from now on I am your master. Your soul and body will be loyal to me. Leave the rest to me."

"Jiang Wan" is from the Beast Taming Sect. Before entering the Xuanyun Sect, she learned the skills of how to tame beasts. There are many ways to contract a spirit beast, let alone contract an ordinary orc.

Jiang Wan has been through so much, and she has long been proficient in some things. Even if she has no spiritual power in her body, it does not affect her ability to gather spiritual power for her own use.

Jiang Wan asked the person guarding outside the door to take Lin Sheng away.

The door closed, and Jiang Wan took out a ruby-inlaid dagger and a teacup from her Qiankun bag.

The dagger cut the palms of the two men, and blood dripped into the porcelain cup.

Her fingers were stained with blood, and she drew a talisman in the air with blood. A red talisman appeared in the air, and white light flashed around her. She turned her head and said to him, "Raise the hand that was scratched just now."

Lin Ye did as he was told.

Jiang Wan interlocked her fingers with him.

The wound areas fit tightly together.

A blush appeared on his cheeks. He didn't dare to look into her eyes and could only stare at the talisman in the air.

The talisman turned into strands of blood and floated towards the two people's eyebrows. As the talisman disappeared, the scars on the palms of the two people also disappeared.

She let go of his hand, held his hand, stared at the lines on the palm, her eyes curved into crescents, "This is my first contract with an orc, it's done, you have to listen to me from now on, if you want to betray me, have any bad intentions, but it will backfire and harm your own life, do you understand?"

His other hand hanging by his side moved, and he nodded with a straight face, "Lin Ye will never betray his master in this life."

Jiang Wan did not correct the address, let go of his hand, patted his shoulder and said:

"Take good care of your injuries. I won't ask about your brother's condition. I don't want to keep such a little kid as my servant. If you are willing to keep him, you will have to share your food with him. If you want to send him away, you can place him in a place you think is safe on the way."

"He has nowhere to go, and I want... him to follow me," he said with difficulty.

For orcs, there is no truly safe place unless they can go to a ghost town. It is said that there are all kinds of people there, and no matter whether they are monks or demons, they will be suppressed there and will be no different from ordinary people.

"Then you should all come home with me. It's just a matter of having an extra pair of chopsticks. A person this small shouldn't be able to eat much."

Going...home?

There was a time when he had what he called a home.

He lived deep in the jungle and one day he met a woodcutter, who gave him clothes and taught him how to make fire and cook food.

In return, he would give him opened game at the beginning of every month. The woodcutter exchanged the game for silver, bought him clothes and boots, and gave him a name of Lin Ye.

He lived like a human being that year.

Lin Sheng appeared at that time. All human beings have relatives.

He also picked up a relative of his own.

They named him Lin Sheng and raised him in a cave.

He would also bring back to Lin Sheng the things the woodcutter gave him, and Lin Ye learned how to decorate their home.

However, one day when he arrived at the cabin in the forest, what he saw was not the woodcutter, but a group of monks who wanted to capture him.

He was caught, and his family with Lin Sheng naturally broke up.

Later, Lin Sheng was caught again...

Now, his soul belongs to someone else, so naturally he no longer has a home.

She should have said that the two of them followed her as servants.

Instead of going home together.

……

Jiang's mother Hang Zhidie received a letter from her husband, which only told her that her daughter was coming back without any details.

Hang Zhidie originally thought that her husband had asked the elders of Xuanyun Sect to let her daughter return home for a few days. Only when they got home did they know the whole story.

The daughter managed to save her life with great difficulty, but she left the sect with all her cultivation gone, and also broke off the engagement with Gongsun Liangyi.

Eight years! Eight years of cultivation was gone just like that.

Wanwan and Gongsun Liangyi have known each other since childhood, and their friendship of more than ten years was broken just like that. How could Hang Zhidie accept this?

She hugged her daughter and couldn't stop crying.

"My poor child."

Jiang Wan gently patted her back and comforted her: "Mother, after experiencing life and death, I can truly understand some things. Some things cannot be forced, so it is better to let go early and let yourself be happy. In the future, I will have more time to accompany you and father. Aren't you happy?"

Hang Zhidie wiped her tears and said, "In the future, I will definitely find you a perfect husband."

"I'm not in a hurry to find a husband of my dreams. I want to focus all my attention on practicing the art of taming beasts. I want to carry forward our Beast Taming Sect so that no one can look down on us."

As she spoke, she looked at Hang Zhidie's face with worry, "Dad told me on the way that you had caught a cold recently and it hasn't gotten better. How come it's been so long and your face is still so ugly? Come, come, let me take your pulse."

Hang Zhidie laughed, "You also know how to take a pulse?"

She didn't want to disappoint her daughter, so she reached out her hand cooperatively.

"That's right. I know a lot of things. Although my major is formation, I also practice sword, make pills, and consult patients. I haven't neglected any of that. I often secretly read a book in my room. I even gave myself acupuncture. However, there are many masters in Xuanyun Sect, and I have never had the opportunity to feel anyone's pulse. Mother is the first one."

Hang Zhidie felt relieved to see her daughter putting her hand on her pulse and it really seemed like the real thing.

But seeing her daughter's expression changing again and again, frowning and biting her lips, she thought her daughter was not very skilled and could not tell what was wrong. She took her daughter's hand and said:

"This is an illness I got when I was young. As a monk, I am prone to catching colds when I am cold or hot. I am afraid that others will laugh at me if I tell them. You can just prescribe me a dose of medicine to cure the cold."

Hang Zhidie had her own thoughts in her mind.

After my daughter writes a prescription, she still has to let the sect’s medical immortal review it first.

Jiang Wan grasped her hand, her face heavy, "Mom, this doesn't seem like an ordinary cold, it's more like the poison accumulated over the years has worn down your body."