C1 Lord Sect Leader Look at Me

The sky was clear.

The sun was high in the sky, and the frightened horses were roaring loudly. The clanging sounds of swords and sabers could be heard constantly in the air. This was not the official road, so it was narrow and rugged, and dust flew everywhere when they fought.

"I was wondering who it was. So it was someone from the Devil Religion."

"Kill those from the Devil Religion, everyone must be killed!"

Sitting on top of the horse was a person dressed in spotless white, with a face as white as snow. He looked refined and refined, and his demeanor was that of a rich and influential family, like a beautiful painting on a white horse. It was none other than the Devil Religion Protector.

The left protector of Devil Religion, Soong Qing, did not speak a word and only politely cupped his hands. But in the eyes of these famous upright sects, it was just a challenge to their Devil Religion, as if no one took them seriously.

The famous sect had sent Li Li into a fit of rage, and both sides immediately started fighting.

"..."

None of them noticed the red figure on the tree beside them.

Ji Rao was lying on a branch with his hands behind his head and one of his long legs hanging down. He stared at the leaves above his head and sighed as he listened to the sounds of fighting coming from below.

The fighting below was graceful, elegant, agile, and light as a roaming dragon. Soong Qing was the protagonist of the book "Wu Lin Wu Steel and the Protection of the Devil Religion".

He had just come into the book yesterday.

As a standard college student of the 21st century, Ji Rao has a good family background, good looks and good studies. Although he is depressed every day, but he firmly sits at the top position in the professional field. But that's the kind of man who has a promising future and wants to be an actor.

He didn't have any special reason. His family was a scholar, so he felt that actors couldn't be considered as a special profession. As for Ji Rao, he was doing it purely to add to his family's problems.

He had participated in one or two talent shows, and because of that face's natural BUFF bonus, his final results were especially good. Besides, Ji Rao was really talented when it came to actors. Even the directors said that he was born to eat this kind of food.

Every day, he would play tricks on them and eat lunch box. Sometimes, he would even get cursed at in his ears, making his parents extremely angry.

However, Ji Rao felt very carefree. As long as he made his parents unhappy, he would be able to achieve his goal.

Yu Bajiang was the author of trash. What was he doing? Every month, he would post a new story on Weibo.

"Wu Lin, Young Lord and Devil Religion Protector's Day and Night" was one of the little stories he wrote on his Weibo.

In every story, Yu Bajiang had a fixed cannon fodder called Ji Rao. That's right, it was the same name as his name.

Because of this coincidence, Ji Rao paid attention to the author.

Even though Yu Bajiang's writing style was mediocre and his storyline was even bullsh * tty, his ability at spitting people out was definitely top-notch. The people who were cheering on him or her could even get involved with the eighteen generations of your ancestors.

Writing essays was not enough, but scolding people first and foremost.

The cannon fodder, Ji Rao, had a tragic end in every world. Seeing this, Ji Rao himself sighed with emotion.

Maybe it was because of the name, but Yu Bajiang suddenly came to Ji Rao one day.

Yu Bajiang smoked as he spoke, "Actually, I'm a system."

"My host had an accident a few years ago, so I can't follow him to another plane."

"The stories I've written have all been personally experienced by my host. Don't ask me why I've written it down, asking is just to earn skin money."