C3 The So-called Male Lead

In every stallion story there is a male lead: handsome, good temperament, good cultivation, good work, a harem of girls of all kinds, not satisfied, willing to give anything for any of the opposite sex he meets on the road. But behind every male lead's success, in addition to the mad passion of a bunch of girls, there was a tragic childhood and a bunch of cannon fodder who abused the male lead before he rose to prominence.

Skyward Pride was no exception.

In the early stages of the game, due to the physique of the five spiritual roots and the ridiculous settings of having no parents and no background, the male lead, Ting Ao, had always been bullied by the blind cannon fodder. When he appeared, he was a cultivator of the Upper White Cloud Abbey. At the enrollment point, he was bullied by a group of second generation cultivators. Later on, he was saved by Ling Lang and fell in love at first sight.

Qing Bai: Don't tell me that the male lead is in the center of the group fight less than twenty meters away from me. I'm not ready yet...

Ling Lang asked in a low voice, "Master, should we go and stop them?"

The female lead had spoken. They were going to fall in love at first sight. Why did she have to be there to witness this historic encounter?

Qing Bai did not really want to see the male lead, because the male lead in Proud of the Firmament was not the usual warm, good, and considerate brother in the novel. His childhood tragic experiences had made him black-bellied and meticulous, and when he had absolute power, those who had bullied him before would only end up worse.

"Go if you want to, mistress, save him, I believe you."

The kind female lead shouted for them to stop and used the Breeze Technique. Everyone immediately fell to the ground and then scolded them righteously, "How dare you bully others in the White Cloud Abbey? Hurry up and leave!"

Qing Bai looked at the big words "come and praise me" on Ling Lang's face and couldn't help but touch her hair. It felt so good, so silky. He hoped that the male lead didn't see it.

"Master, let's go and see that person!"

My good disciple, actually, you can do it alone. You don't have to drag me along...

"Master, please save him!"

Qing Bai looked forward and was shocked by the miserable state of the male lead. His plain coat had already been torn apart and was covered in blood. His cheeks were red and green, and it was impossible to see his face. Qing Bai sighed to himself. He hugged him and took out a pill for him to consume.

At the very least, the male lead was still a child.

After thinking for a while, Qing Bai picked him up and said, "Let's go back. His injuries are very serious."

It shouldn't be a problem to hug the main character's leg for a while, right?

Ling Lang thought, We can leave him with Doctor Xiao. I also want Master to hug him...

Qing Bai said, "His injuries are so serious and he's so skinny. Take more spirit pills to replenish your strength."

Ting Ao: Who is it? Who has been speaking gently all this time? I hate it. I don't need anyone to care about me. They will leave me anyway.

Ling Yu: "Martial Uncle Qing, why isn't he getting up? Martial Uncle Qing, did you catch him for me to play with?"

Ting Ao: Where's that voice? Is he leaving me? No, don't be caught. I want to be alone.

Ling Lang: "Don't cause trouble. Master is taking care of him. Master, let me do it. You go and rest for a while."

Ting Ao: It's the girl just now. No, no, I want this person to take care of me. He smells good.

Qing Bai: I also want Ling Lang to take care of me, but the male lead has been pulling tightly on the corner of my clothes. What should I do?

There were three people squeezed by the bedside. Ling Yu and Ling Lang surrounded Qing Bai in the middle, one in front and one behind. Just as Ling Lang finished muttering about how ugly the male lead was, Ling Yu tried to use his short legs to climb onto the male lead's bed to see what his "pet" looked like.

He hoped that when the male lead woke up, he would only see Ling Lang's beautiful and innocent face. Then he would fall in love with her and fall in love with her as soon as possible.

Before Qing Bai could finish praying, the male lead slowly opened his eyes. He swept his gaze over the depressed Ling Lang, Ling Yu, who was still fighting for his bed, and finally met Qing Bai's gaze.

... "

"You're awake? Do you still feel uncomfortable?" Qing Bai tried his best to calm himself down, hinting that the child in front of him was only the same age as Ling Yu, and not the devil who would stir up the storm in the Three Realms in the future.

"No!" Feeling that his hoarse voice was too unpleasant to hear, Ting Ao suddenly shut his mouth and shook his head.

"Lie down here and rest for a while. I'll send you to the Outer Mountain later." Qing Bai found the White Cloud Abbey's waist tag on his waist. It seemed like he had already taken the Spiritual Force test.

Hearing Outer Mountain, Ting Ao's gaze dimmed even more, and he nodded slightly.

With his five spiritual roots, he was not qualified to study in the inner mountain. He could only do odd jobs in the Outer Mountain and wait for the next five years of examination.

Qing Bai: What's the use of you nodding? Let go of my clothes!

After struggling internally for a while, Qing Bai told Ling Yu and Ling Lang to go out and cultivate while he took out some spirit pills and fed them to Ting Ao.

Normal people wouldn't be able to withstand such a constant infusion of spiritual pills. However, the perfect demonic physique in Ting Ao's body was actually the result of being sealed by the Buddha's seal. It was forcefully suppressed to the physique of five spiritual roots, and no matter how strong the Spiritual Force was, it could be digested.

Qing Bai, who had been taking care of Ting Ao, had forgotten that he was just a mortal now. He should attribute these spirit pills, warm blankets, and the concern of strangers to the female lead, right? This was the only thought in Qing Bai's mind before he fell asleep.

Feeling the weight on his body, Ting Ao was stunned for a moment, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

He looked like a good person, but who knew how long this warmth would last?