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

Chapter 262: Transmigrated into the Protagonist's White Moonlight 12

Lin Zhimiao was nearly a hundred years younger than Wu Ling, and his cultivation was not as good as Wu Ling's. He persisted for half an hour but finally lost.

"In the next round, Lin Yan from the Magic Cultivation Department will battle Xiang Xianyun from the Physical Cultivation Department."

Wu Ling walked over to Rong Jin and asked, "Did you change your seat?"

Rong Jin didn't expect that he had such a good memory: "Yeah."

Wu Ling saw the poisonous insect on the ground, took it back, and sat next to Rong Jin again: "Do you like Lin Zhimiao?"

Rong Jin: “I don’t like it.”

Wu Ling was happy: "That's good that you don't like it. Then why don't you consider me?"

Before Rong Jin could even utter the word "no", Wu Ling continued, "I am the Young Master of the Jiuyin Pavilion, and I will become the Master of the Jiuyin Pavilion in a while. We disciples of the Jiuyin Pavilion have a deep bond and support each other. We like little cuties like you the most."

Rong Jin: “Oh.” Why should I tell him so much? He is not looking for a Taoist partner.

Wu Ling: "You promised to be with me."

Rong Jin looked at him: "When did I agree?"

Wu Ling imitated him and said with a straight face, "Oh."

Rong Jin didn't want to argue with him about this issue, so he said directly: "I'm not looking for a Taoist partner."

"why?"

"I want to ascend to become an immortal, I don't need a Taoist partner."

Wu Ling’s cultivation was at the Jindan stage, and he had almost broken through to the Yuanying stage. He looked at Rong Jin solemnly and said, “I can accompany you to ascend to immortality.”

Rong Jin said calmly: "I don't need a Taoist companion. I practice the ruthless way. A Taoist companion will only affect my progress in practice."

"Ruthless Way?"

As the young master of the Jiuyin Pavilion, Wu Ling had naturally heard of the Way of Mercilessness.

Those who practice the path of ruthlessness are ruthless and loveless, and the further they practice, the weaker their emotions become.

"Where have you practiced so far?"

Rong Jin: “Middle to late period.”

Mid to late stage...

No wonder.

Wu Ling's eyelashes trembled, and she held Rong Jin's hand stubbornly: "So what if I'm ruthless? I will make you fall in love with me."

Rong Jin: “Yeah.”

The winner on the stage has been decided, Lin Yan won.

As soon as Xiang Xianyun stepped off the stage, he walked over to Rong Jin and hugged Rong Jin's arm: "Rong Rong, I lost. I'm so sad."

He ignored Wu Ling and talked intimately with Rong Jin.

Wu Ling: "Oh, you..."

"In the next round, the magic cultivator Lin Yan will fight against the Gu cultivator Wu Ling."

Wu Ling could only go on stage first.

Xiang Xianyun took his place and pressed himself against Rong Jin: "Rongrong, when did you get to know him?"

Rong Jin said: "Three years ago, we met once."

Xiang Xianyun whispered in Rong Jin's ear: "Wu Ling is not a good guy. His Gu technique is very sophisticated. Moreover, they also know another Gu technique, the love Gu."

"As the name of the love insect suggests, the person who is infected with this insect will uncontrollably develop love for the owner of the insect."

This was the first time Rong Jin had heard of this kind of witchcraft.

0517 said: [You practiced the ruthless way, and you don’t have any feelings. Love Gu is useless to you. ]

What's more, Fu Shengwei is watching from behind.

"Oh~"

The winner on the stage has been decided, and the winner is Lin Yan.

Lin Yan's cultivation was not as good as Wu Ling's, but he won.

Wu Ling walked off the stage with a pale face, walked up to Rong Jin and said, "Be careful of Lin Yan, he has concealed his cultivation level."

Lin Yan's cultivation level is definitely not at the early stage of Jindan period.

Wu Ling was careless.

Rong Jin knew a little about his fourth senior brother. He heard from his second senior sister that his fourth senior brother's cultivation was about to break through the Spirit Transformation Stage, and he could easily deal with Wu Ling, a Core Formation Stage cultivator.

Rong Jin looked at Wu Ling twice but didn't say anything to comfort her.

"In the last round, the demon cultivator Zhu Wu will fight against the devil cultivator Lin Yan."

Zhu Wu is the little prince from the demon world that Rong Jin has met.

As soon as he came on the stage, a bunch of little demons shouted: "Come on, little prince! Little prince, you are the best!"

Zhu Wu's gaze fell on Rong Jin and he blinked at him.

Rong Jin felt that Zhu Wu was very familiar.

Looking at Zhu Wu's blue eyes, he remembered what Xiang Xianyun had said before.

——"This cat looks exactly like the little demon prince just now."

The little orange cat and the little prince from the demon world do look alike, could it be...

Perhaps sensing the suspicion in Rong Jin's eyes, Zhu Wu quickly glanced away, and then started fighting with Lin Yan.

The final winner was Lin Yan.

The reward for the second place is a blue flower. The blue flower blooms once every hundred years and is an excellent medicinal material.

Zhu Wu picked up the flower and handed it to Rong Jin: "M...for you."

Rong Jin didn't answer and looked at him calmly.

Zhu Wu frowned and looked pitiful.

Rong Jin was stunned for a moment, took the blue flower from his hand, and said, "Thank you, another day..."

Zhu Wu said excitedly: "You're welcome, I like Rongrong the most."

He threw himself into Rong Jin's arms without any hesitation, placed his hands lightly on Rong Jin's waist, and looked at Xiang Xianyun and Wu Ling provocatively.

Xiang Xianyun's smile faded.

Wu Ling's face darkened: "Tsk, what's the point of pulling and tugging? Rongrong, I heard that monsters all have a bad smell."

"You are the one who smells bad!" Zhu Wu smelled the smell on his arm and rubbed Rong Jin's neck, "I don't smell as good as Rong Rong."

He half-knelt on the ground, stared at Rong Jin with his blue eyes and said, "Rong Rong, I gave you the Blue Ghost Flower. In return, can you kiss me and dye my scent into yours?"

Rong Jin neither agreed nor refused, and looked at Zhu Wu with a hint of suspicion.

Zhu Wu knew what he was thinking. Ignoring the cold looks from Xiang Xianyun and Wu Ling, he took Rong Jin's hand and walked away.

Rong Jin did not struggle and let him hold his hand.

When they walked to a secluded corner, cat ears appeared on Zhu Wu's head: "Rongrong, I'm Xiaowu, Rong Xiaowu."

"I see it."

Zhu Wu reached out and pressed the corner of Rong Jin's lips: "Rong Rong, smile more, you look very beautiful when you smile."

Rong Jin thought of what he had said before: "I am not born to laugh."

Then Rong Jin smiled.

Zhu Wu was stunned: "Rongrong, you look so beautiful when you smile."

He quickly added: "But Rongrong is also very beautiful when she doesn't smile. I like all kinds of Rongrong."

Rong Jin stopped laughing and asked him, "Do you know Shen Susheng and Shen Zhaoan?"

"Two nasty guys, of course I remember them."

Rong Jin: "How did you get to this world?"

Zhu Wu's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile: "It's a secret, Rongrong will know it later."

"Oh."

Zhu Wu was tall and lifted Rong Jin up easily, saying with a smile, "Rong Rong, I'll take you to heaven."

Rong Jin was surprised and asked, "Go to heaven?"

Zhu Wu held Rong Jin and flew to the top of Amaterasu Temple. "Well, I'll take Rong Rong to the demon world. The demon world is very interesting."

The demon world has always been secluded from the world and few humans have entered.

Zhu Wu held him and flew in the air, and in just a few minutes they stepped into the border of the demon world.

"Rongrong, do you like blue flowers? I planted a lot of them in Lingshan."

He stopped at Lingshan, put Rong Jin down, and let Rong Jin admire the blooming blue flowers.

The blue flower blooms once every hundred years, and the flowering period is short, only one day. If it is not picked on the same day, the flower will wither and become ineffective.

The picked flowers are also difficult to preserve and are extremely rare in the world of cultivation.