The cannon fodder female supporting role turns into a god in the world of cultivating immortals

After collecting the property in the valley, a fireball technique passed.

The small fireball instantly became larger, and the entire valley was ignited by a raging fire.

A cleaning technique cleaned up the fighting scene, and Min Xiyao walked up the mountain.

"what?"

Min Xiyao released her consciousness, and there was a man's body lying in the grass not far away.

Go up and have a look.

When he approached, he saw a man in a black suit!
is a trouble!
Forget it, don't trouble yourself.

Just as Min Xiyao was about to take a step, someone grabbed her right leg with a strong force.

The man in black stretched out his big, well-knit hands, and grabbed her ankle firmly.

Those hands were unbelievably white, with thick calluses on their fingers, which looked like they were formed from years of martial arts training.

With just these hands, she can be sure that the identity of this man in black is not simple, perhaps even more complicated than she thought!

The man's sharp eyes suddenly met Min Xiyao's slightly squinted phoenix eyes, and obviously frowned his sword-like eyebrows painted in ink.

"Help me." The hoarse voice was full of desire to survive.

saved!
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he passed out as soon as his body softened.

Min Xiyao frowned, thinking about saving people.

Do you want to save?

Just as she was thinking, a cooing voice came to her ears:

"Sister, saving him will increase your koi luck."

Is there such a good thing?

Min Xiyao frowned, then save her!
Put the unconscious man into the space, return home, and close the courtyard door.

Looking at the unconscious man, the exquisite facial features, fair skin, black brocade fabric, and the jade pendant on his waist all showed his extraordinary status.

Look at the mouth of the tiger, well, he is a martial arts practitioner, so he can't be wrong.

The slight beating pulse in the neck indicated that the person was still alive.

However, the breath is weak, and it is still unknown whether he can survive it.

The seven or eight sword wounds on his body are not deep, only the wound on his chest is still bleeding slightly...

After pouring some spiritual spring water into the man, Min Xiyao fell into deep thought as he watched the man's breathing become stronger and stronger.

Whether it is the number of killers or the characteristics of the man's identity, it can be seen that his identity is extraordinary.

Who will be besieged by well-trained killers in this deep mountain?

A name appeared in Min Xiyao's mind.

Rui Wang Li Yu, the fourth son of the current emperor and the second son of the empress, Rui Wang Li Yu.

Min Xiyao's memory has always been very good, and the plots of the novels she read in her previous life are vivid in her memory.

The hero of that novel is Li Yu, who was rescued by Wu Chunhua, a peasant girl from Minjia Village.

Later, she fell in love with Wu Chunhua and married Wu Chunhua as her concubine.

"The plot of dog blood."

Min Xiyao couldn't help complaining.

From the look in Li Yu's eyes just now, it can be seen that Li Yu is definitely not an ordinary man, and it is impossible for him to fall in love with the time-traveling woman with a bag of brains.

Furthermore, with Wu Chunhua's background, in this world where imperial power is paramount, it is impossible for the emperor to designate a peasant girl as the concubine of the second son of the middle palace.

Well, maybe, Li Yu saw that Wu Chunhua was different from this era, and deliberately married Wu Chunhua, hoping to find out the secret of Wu Chunhua.

Min Xiyao was speechless.

It was another male lead, she accidentally saved the male lead before the female lead.

Here, when Wu Chunhua heard about Min Xuejiao from the Min family, she complained in her heart:

Min Xuejiao, an idiot, and Li Hongcai have cooked rice, so it's okay to just marry him?
Thinking of getting married, she quickly walked up the mountain.

According to the plot in the book, she came to the place where the male lead was injured, out of breath.

"That's not right! That book is about today, the time-traveling girl Wu Chunhua saved the hero here."

No, she is the heroine in the book. It is written in the book that Wu Chunhua has become the peasant queen, and she also wants to be the queen.

However, the male protagonist Rui Wang Li Yu is not here!

Sensing something was wrong, Wu Chunhua was full of doubts, as if something had changed.

Time passed quickly, and five days later, the man lying on the bed woke up.

He opened his eyes vaguely, and what he saw were red bricks and green tiles.

Look around your environment.

The house is very new, and the layout of the room is very simple, except for the kang where he sleeps, there is only a table and two chairs.

Finally saved!
The man took a deep breath, and frowned slightly when he thought of those upturned red phoenix eyes before he passed out.

The woman who saved him was very special.

"Squeaky" the door was opened, and a woman walked in with a tray.

The man got up instinctively, staring at the woman closely like a wolf.

He didn't know if this woman was good or bad, so he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Sensing the guard in the man's eyes, Min Xiyao put the tray on the table:
"You can get up, which means you can eat by yourself."

She is not used to being close to men, let alone feed him.

"Who are you? You saved me?"

The man opened his mouth slowly, the aroma from the bowl on the tray made him swallow.

Even so, he did not let down his guard because of hunger.

Min Xiyao raised her eyebrows.

Willpower is strong and fun!

Her voice was cold, without any emotion.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I saved you."

"As for eating or starving, it's your choice."

There was an untimely "grunt" sound from the stomach, the man swallowed, and decided to talk after eating.

Since this woman saved herself, she would not easily take her own life.

He got up slowly, resisting the pain from the tearing wound, supported his hands, and got out of bed.

Regardless of sweating profusely, he came to the table, sat on the chair by himself, picked up the bowl on the tray, and picked up the spoon beside him.

Slices of green vegetables are floating on the white rice porridge in the bowl. The aroma of white rice mixed with the fragrance of vegetables makes people want to taste it.

After scooping a spoonful of white rice and green vegetable porridge into his mouth, the man's eyes widened and he looked at Min Xiyao in disbelief.

"What? Isn't it delicious?"

Min Xiyao wanted to laugh, this person is very knowledgeable, this bowl of green vegetables and rice porridge is produced in the space, and the taste is extraordinary.

"No, it's delicious, it's so delicious! My hall, uh, I've never eaten such delicious vegetable porridge."

Even the royal chef in the palace did not make such delicious white rice porridge.

No longer hesitating, he drank the porridge quickly, and the man looked at Min Xiyao with unsatisfied interest.

Only then did he seriously observe the woman in front of him.

The woman was wearing a goose-yellow fine cotton dress and a blouse of the same color. She was not tall and looked about twelve or thirteen years old. She had delicate features, skin as fair as snow, and a pair of clear eyes that did not match her age. People dare not underestimate it.

Even if she was dressed as a peasant girl, she still couldn't resist her stunning beauty and glamorous and noble temperament.

While the man was looking at Min Xiyao, Min Xiyao was also secretly observing the man.

From the man's gestures and gestures, one can see the man's noble temperament and self-cultivation.

His identity can be confirmed.

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, the man said to Min Xiyao with some embarrassment:

"Thank you for saving my life, miss, do you still have vegetables and rice porridge?"

His face was flushed, he lowered his head awkwardly, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Thinking of his dignified concubine in the palace, he actually asked a peasant girl for porridge.

A cold voice came, "100 taels of silver a bowl."

"What? A bowl of porridge for 100 taels of silver?"

The man raised his head in disbelief.

I wanted to thank her just now, but now I think he has been taken advantage of.