What should I do if I've transmigrated into the role of a vicious female supporting character? I'm waiting online, it's quite urgent.
Zhang Xu caught the last train of the transmi...
"What a terrible place!" Zhang Xu complained breathlessly as she ran. After a while, she ran out of energy and Yan Chenghuan was dragging her along.
Seeing that the wolf pack was still some distance away, Zhang Xu was so tired that she squatted down on the ground: "I'm not running anymore, I'm too tired, I can't run anymore."
Yan Chenghuan frowned, his flowing hair brushing against his blood-stained cheeks, giving him an eerie and beautiful look in the moonlight. Zhang Xu stared in disbelief, but then heard the howling of wolves behind them. In just a short moment, the wolves seemed to have surrounded them.
These wolves seem to have become incredibly intelligent; they are not only organized and disciplined, but they also seem to have some cunning.
A ring of oily green lanterns lit up the surroundings, and the stench of wild beasts filled their nostrils. A foul, bloody stench assaulted Zhang Xu's nostrils, and the eerie green light seemed to be right before her eyes. She, who had always felt detached from the reality of the world, felt an overwhelming sense of urgency, as if her life was being threatened. She tried to call out to Sixty-Five, who had been feigning death for so long, but found herself unable to utter a sound.
A snow-white wolf kicked its hind legs, its taut muscles drawing a graceful curve in the air. In the moonlight, a snow-white curve pounced towards Zhang Xu. At that moment, the experiences of the past twenty years seemed to flash through her mind. Just as she was about to lament her impending doom, a glint of water swept past her face. The wolf that had pounced on her let out a miserable howl and rolled down beside her, its hateful eyes still fixed on her.
"Aren't you going to get out of the way? Are you just waiting to die?" Yan Chenghuan wiped the blood off the magic weapon in his hand, turned around and charged into the wolf pack that was eyeing the two of them.
She could still hear her own nervous heartbeat. Zhang Xu calmed her racing heart and watched Yan Chenghuan jump into the wolf pack. With a swing of his long sword, a soft, gleaming blade of wind swept past, and a wolf howled and rolled to the side.
"If we'd known you were this good, why did we run away!" Zhang Xu got up from the ground, admiring Yan Chenghuan's graceful figure. Watching him deal with the wolf pack with such ease, she couldn't help but sigh.
Yan Chenghuan killed a wolf that pounced on her and casually threw the corpse at Zhang Xu: "Foolish! You think killing these wolves will make everything alright?"
Zhang Xu leaped aside, only to see that the once-dark forest, with its scattered starlight, now shone brighter and denser. It seemed as if an endless horde of wolves was emerging from the forest.
:"then."
Zhang Xu's legs were still weak, but Yan Chenghuan threw his sword over.
The blood-stained longsword felt sticky and jelly-like in her hand, and its weight almost made Zhang Xu lose her grip. Startled by the feel, she instinctively tried to throw it away. But the longsword suddenly spoke: "If you dare to throw it, I'll chop you up."
Oh! This is a world of immortals and heroes, so it's not surprising that swords can talk, especially since this is the second male lead's personal sword, Xiangsi.
Previously, Yan Chenghuan always used magic seals; this was the first time she'd seen him take out his sword. Logically, the second male lead's sword shouldn't be given to a female supporting character, but Yan Chenghuan's attitude towards him was very strange. In the past, whenever danger arose, Yan Chenghuan was always the one pushing her out, but this time, not only did he take her with him the whole time, but he even gave her his sword! How odd!
"Why aren't you helping your master? What are you standing there for!" Xiangsi trembled all over and dragged Zhang Xu to slash at the wolf that pounced on her.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining Zhang Xu's entire body. Having never been in contact with blood before, she was covered in blood on her face, and some bloodstains slid down her cheeks into her mouth, instantly filling her entire oral cavity with the taste of rust.