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After saying this, he pursed his lips and turned his head. His pitch-black eyes were filled with malice, unable to conceal his murderous intent.

The person pressed against the corner of the wall by the longsword had clearly just been beaten; his right cheek was swollen high, and his clothes and hair were in complete disarray.

He seemed to be in great pain, letting out a few hoarse gasps from his throat, the ends of which trembled incessantly.

There were three people living in the disciple quarters, and the other two did indeed team up to bully Pei Ji.

She knew that one of them, named Nie Zhi, liked to wear white, so the one holding the sword must be the other minor villain, Shen Anqiao. As for the miserable guy in the corner—

The male lead actually had such a pathetic moment.

So.

Ning Ning thought, as a qualified vicious supporting female character, what should she say right now?

Must you let me join your group activity?

Let go of that male lead and let me do it?

She had already roughly adapted to her persona, so when the three of them turned their heads to look at her in unison, she didn't feel panicked. Instead, she feigned composure, raised an eyebrow, and smiled: "Why did you stop? Keep going."

This gaze, like looking at trash; this high-and-mighty tone.

Full marks!

Ning Ning had entered the sect in the same year as them, and being a personal disciple of Tian Xianzi, she was immediately recognized by Nie Zhi: "You are Elder Tian Xianzi's..."

How strange, why did he look so terrified, as if a hungry wolf were chasing him from behind?

Could it be because he was caught red-handed bullying a fellow disciple and felt embarrassed?

On the other hand, Shen Anqiao, who held the sword, looked as usual. He frowned and glanced at her, the malice in his eyes fully displayed: "What are you here for?"

Cool and cold enough; he looked just like the leader of the delinquents here.

Actually, this guy was quite good-looking, with handsome features and a sharp nose, it was just that he looked so fierce.

Ning Ning met his gaze and pointed at the male lead lying on the ground: "I'm here for him."

Noticing the other's momentary stunned silence, she took a light, brisk step forward and walked to the male lead's side.

That legendary, peerlessly beautiful face was already beaten black and blue, making it impossible to see his original appearance. She sighed in secret, thinking very seriously:

How did that Ning Ning in the original novel speak again?

"Yo, you got beaten up pretty badly, didn't you?"

"You know exactly why I'm here. Don't you know your own status? An outer sect disciple, and you actually dare to provoke me?"

"We are both of the Xuanxu Sect, yet you commit such acts that bring shame upon your fellow disciples. If not for the sake of our shared lineage, I would have killed you, a person harboring such malicious intent, right here and now."

"Confess honestly, what kind of tricks did you pull?"

The original owner did not believe she could be defeated by an outer-sect disciple, so she naturally assumed Pei Ji had used underhanded tactics, relying on cheating to possess the strength to fight her.

Ning Ning only extracted the least offensive parts of her dialogue, omitting things like "trash," "bastard," and other inexplicable profanities; she felt her mouth would be dirtied just by saying them.

She recited the lines in one go, and after finishing, she didn't forget to let out a cold snort that perfectly fit her persona. With her porcelain-white chin slightly raised, she glanced at Shen Anqiao, who was dressed in black beside her: "Your turn."

Ning Ning's verbal sparring was just for fun; when it came to true viciousness, one had to look at this big brother who possessed such a strong villainous aura.

However, perhaps it was because she had acted too realistically.

Before the black-clad youth could even open his thin lips, the male lead, who was lying in the corner against the wall, let out a heart-wrenching, ghostly howl. Tears instantly rolled out from the narrow slits of his swollen eyes: "It's... it's all my fault! Please, spare me!"

Ning Ning: Slowly types out a question mark.

Wait.

What are you doing, male lead! Didn't the book say you "never begged for mercy even when burned by the fires of purgatory for three days and three nights"? How is it that after being scolded by her for just a few sentences, you're crying like this?

Is she really that scary?

Ning Ning was a bit dazed by his reaction, then heard the other party continue to sob: "I'll confess everything, I beg you, don't tell the elders! I stole Pei Ji's sword, forcing him to use a broken iron sword to participate in the sect tournament... It's all my fault, please spare me!"

Pei Ji's sword.

He stole it?

This person isn't Pei Ji???

Ning Ning finally understood what it felt like to have ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping through her heart; she was so terrified she could barely breathe.

If the one being beaten isn't the male lead, then...

She barely maintained an awkward but polite smile, turned her head, and took a close look at the black-clad youth holding the sword.

His sharp, angular profile possessed a beautiful, cold-white luster. When bathed in the blood-like glow of the setting sun, he looked exactly like flawless white jade stained by blood, adding a touch of cold, twisted menace.

Within her line of sight were beautiful phoenix eyes with upturned corners, his dark, heavy pupils filled with gloom, like a cold, bottomless abyss.

Below the corner of his right eye was the mark mentioned countless times in the novel, belonging solely to the male lead, Pei Ji...

A deep red tear mole.

Ning Ning: Heart. Attack. Imminent.

Heaven is trying to destroy her.

She had perhaps, maybe, possibly, mistaken the person.

The one lying on the ground was the actual villainous extra, Shen Anqiao.

No wonder she had seen such a terrified look in Nie Zhi's eyes when she pushed the door open. He wasn't afraid of her; he was afraid of Pei Ji, who had suddenly taken up his sword to resist, looking like a Shura.

So, what kind of plot was this now?

The male lead had finally stopped hiding his strength, killing the fellow disciple who tried to bully him on the spot, and with a very villainous flair, he was now pointing his sword at the man's throat.

And she, the vicious female supporting character designated by the author, had stepped forward when the male lead was being humiliated, using cold words to lecture that brat who had been bullying him.

Was this something the male lead and the vicious female supporting character were supposed to be doing?

Seeing that her expression was off, Nie Zhi, standing to the side, was terrified.

He and Shen Anqiao had been jealous of Pei Ji for standing out in the Sect Tournament, convinced that the brat had used underhanded methods, so they had cornered him in the disciples' quarters to bully him as they usually did.

They hadn't expected Pei Ji to resist halfway through, instantly knocking Shen Anqiao to the ground.