Fantasy: The Supporting Role Does Not Want To Be A Younger Brother

Ji's house in Wolong City, in a beautiful small courtyard, it was very late, and the candlelight was still flickering in front of the window.

The room is clean and tidy, with a hint of daughter's fragrance permeating the whole corner, and the pink decoration also makes it more fresh.

Ji Zihan sat on the bedside, lying on the table, she seemed to be the only one who was sad about what happened today.

Thinking of Xiao Chen, he still couldn't help but dislike him. He didn't know why he was accepted as a son by that adult, and he still had a very high status. He was upset when he thought of the other person being a waste for three years.

Today's Ji family is barely considered a first-rate force, but because of the seal order, the surface is just an ordinary second-rate force.

Ji Zihan was helpless in a daze, and when she remembered that she was in a waste bridal chamber, she couldn't help crying.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Ji Zihan wondered who it would be so late, but she got up to open the door anyway.

After opening the door, Ji Zihan was surprised: what was he doing, and finally brought the other party to the room.

Ji Changju entered the room with a smile and looked at the small fresh room, as if returning to a previous life.

Ji Changju and Ji Zihan got on well, arranged some tasks for her, and talked a lot...................................................................................................................................................................... ......................................................................................................................................

Seeing the beauty fall asleep peacefully, Ji Changju smiled smugly, covered her with a quilt, and lay down to meditate.

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"Ding, congratulations to the host for winning the heroine, interfering with the change of the protagonist's plot, and rewarding 2000.0000 gold coins with a few cultivation bases."

Ji Changju, who couldn't sleep, walked out of the room and walked around Ji's house at night, and the guards in the dark were not noticed at all.

Unconsciously, I walked to a corner behind the family. It turned out to be the ancestral hall of Ji's family in Wolong City. The family's place is always lit with oil lamps, and some people take care of the incense to maintain the belief that the family is prosperous.

Ji Changju was interested and wanted to go in and have a look. He pushed open the door and walked in. He glanced at all the sacrifices for the family, the ancestors of the past dynasties.

At this time, footsteps came from the back hall of the tablet, and a young man dressed as a handyman appeared, and the young man also looked at Ji Changju, who was dressed in extravagance.

"This son, you came here late at night..." the young man asked tentatively

Ji Changju's eyes dimly lit up: "You don't know what's going on outside?"

The young man nodded awkwardly: "I have lived here since I was a child, and my family arranged for me to clean the mourning hall. I usually rarely go out."

If it wasn't for Ji Changju's discerning eyes, he would have been deceived, and immediately said, "I came from the master's house, and I am also the new head of the Ji family."

The young man was surprised. Isn't the head of the family Ji Chenggong? Why did he change? The head family often sends people here, just going through the motions to exchange some resources.

The young man hurriedly saluted: "I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, I have seen the owner of the house, please forgive me!"

Ji Changju nodded and said: "No problem, you have served your ancestors here since you were a child, and you must be a disciple of the Ji family. You have worked hard for so many years, and the head of the family is very pleased. The so-called merit will be rewarded. How about promoting you as a core disciple."

The young man shook his head in panic: "This is impossible, please take back the life of the head of the family, and the young man is willing to guard the ancestral hall for the rest of his life."

Ji Changju drank lightly: "Hmph, a young distracted powerhouse, who stayed behind to take care of the dark beads of the mourning hall, is he a blind and narrow-minded person?"

"This, you..."

The young man was no longer bowing his knees, standing up straight and indifferent: "The head of the family has good eyesight, since I have already found out, I will make it clear that I don't want to go out to be contaminated by the world, I just want to practice quietly in the ancestral hall, if the family is destroyed, I will How would you go about..."

Ji Changju laughed: "Hahaha, no way!"

Ji Changju used divine coercion, staring at the young man, his cultivation base did not open, for fear of overturning his spiritual position.

The soul alone makes the young man feel that his three souls and six souls are about to dissipate. This is really dead, and he can't even reincarnate.

The young man begged for mercy, but the gap was too big: "Patriarch, forgive me!"

Ji Changju waited for a while before calming down as before: "Our Ji family has no shortage of sweepers and heroes who really lead the family. Come to the conference hall tomorrow to find me, don't think about how to escape, if you dare to sneak, I will hang you tomorrow. I'll beat you to death in the Ji Family Square... hum!"

Without waiting for any explanation from the other party, Ji Changju turned around and left, the young man's face flushed red and he sighed helplessly: "I made a mistake, I wanted to hide my cultivation and become an immortal, alas... think about what to do tomorrow. "