Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Early the next morning, sunlight pierced through the forest, and the bent grass straightened up again under the caress of the sunlight, while the glowing mushrooms became exceptionally vibrant in color.

The bird was overjoyed and kept praising Ji Chaoxi.

"Miss Evil Dragon is the best evil dragon in the world."

"Miss Dragon is a great hero of the forest!"

"Miss Evil Dragon is amazing!"

Ji Chaoxi calmly accepted their praise. She looked very composed, already resembling a forest ranger, if one ignored the slightly upturned corners of her mouth.

Now Ji Chaoxi patrols the forest every day. She is no longer the evil dragon she once was; she now has her own mission.

"Today's princesses are all fake princesses!"

A voice complained.

The frog was perched on a lotus leaf. Last time, he was knocked unconscious by that princess and almost dried out by the sun.

Fortunately, a kind person kicked him into the river.

The frog was in a terrible predicament. His ball of light had been stolen by the princess, and now he had nothing left to attract her.

What should it do? It wants to turn back to its original form and kiss the princess!

Why not just forget about princesses? There aren't that many princesses these days. Or it could just kiss an ordinary girl.

He'll just give her some jewels when the time comes. He won't marry an ordinary girl just because of a kiss; he has to marry the princess.

Just as it was wondering where to start, it was suddenly kicked into the air by a force and disappeared in an instant.

Ji Chaoxi squinted at the sky. That damned frog was really persistent; she was annoyed just looking at it.

Sunlight streamed into the cave, gilding it with a golden hue, and the cave was filled with the fragrance of unknown flowers, which seemed to waft right into Celeste's nostrils.

Ji Chaoxi lay on the soft cashmere blanket, glanced at Celeste, and said dryly, "Headache."

Celeste put down the arrow in his hand and walked to Ji Chaoxi's side. Just as he picked up the comb, Miss Dragon's horns popped out and secretly rubbed against his hand.

Celeste subtly avoided the dragon's horns as he combed her hair, the tips of which began to rub against his fabric again, the friction sounding somewhat jarring in the cave.

Ji Chaoxi closed her eyes comfortably. She didn't know why, but it made her feel very comfortable.

"Miss Evil Dragon..."

Celeste suddenly spoke up: "That's not good."

Ji Chaoxi was surprised that her subtle actions had been discovered. She was so angry that her face turned red, and she said righteously, "What's wrong with that? You are my servant. I can rub against you whenever I want."

Celeste stopped talking and continued combing her hair, her gaze fixed on the candle on the wall.

She rubbed her horn against the blanket, but it didn't help at all. He could tell she was about to cry from anger. She tentatively rubbed her horn against his palm.

Celeste sighed and enveloped her dragon horns with her large hand.

"Miss Evil Dragon, you'll regret this."

Ji Chaoxi didn't want to listen to that nonsense at all. He always said things she didn't like. As a servant, he had no sense of propriety at all!

Celeste sensed that she was angry again.

He lowered his eyes, her long hair cascading over him. He brushed aside the hair beside her head, and his large hand finally enveloped the dragon horn. The electric pleasure made her lose all her strength. She breathed softly, afraid of being discovered by some hateful servant.

But how could Celeste not notice? She was nestled in his arms, and he could clearly see her expression, how she was secretly rubbing her hand against his, how she was clutching the blanket and burying her face in it, breathing softly.

Touching the dragon's horns feels better than combing its hair...

Each press was aimed at her central nervous system, a sensation that completely robbed her of her ability to think. Her mind went blank, and her hand unconsciously gripped Celeste's fingers.

Celeste let her hold him, the cave filled with the scent of her hair, until he saw tears welling up in her eyes, then Celeste stopped.

Her long eyelashes were damp with tears and drooped, her ear tips were red, and the redness extended all the way to her collarbone.

Celeste paused for a moment, then looked away.

This is completely a case of a villain bullying a pure dragon.

Thick, dark clouds pressed down, arrows filled the forest, the palace was in disarray, and red wine and jewels were scattered on the ground.

The fake prince cowered in the corner, his voice trembling with terror: "Is it gone? Is it gone?!"

Red wine splashed all over him, and he had no idea how to deal with the dragon.

He was enjoying a rare moment of peace when the dragon came over. He didn't understand why the dragon had come in. Didn't they stop it?

"Commander! Commander! What happened?! Is it dead or not?!"

The fake prince screamed in fright.

The soldier commander spoke calmly: "Your Highness, it should be hidden."

She didn't know whether she was dead or not.

The fake prince was terrified: "Then why don't you hurry up and go find it? What if it ties me up?!"

The soldiers around him looked at the fake prince with disdain.

If someone like that were to become their prince, people from other countries would surely laugh at them.

Just as the soldiers were searching everywhere on the outskirts of the city, Celeste appeared in the rocky hills.

He had already seen the dragon. If it were before, he would have killed it already, but now it was still useful to him.

Celeste knew every underground waterway and dark corridor in the palace well, so he didn't rush to make a move, instead leading the dragon to the weakest point in the palace's defenses.

The sound of soldiers' footsteps could be heard everywhere, and it could only follow them.

The palace was eerily quiet. Many soldiers stood around the fake prince, and everyone knew that the dragon's target was only the prince.

The soldiers searched for a long time but couldn't find the dragon, so the fake prince was relieved. Just as he was about to escape back to his room, he was so frightened by the enormous creature in the corner that he fainted. A stream of yellow liquid spread from his pants to the ground.

The commander arrived just in time and grabbed the fake prince.

The other soldiers immediately rushed to attack the dragon, while the commander narrowed his eyes as he looked at the breached dark corridor.

She quickly looked away. She didn't care whether the prince was real or fake; all she cared about was who would pay her military pay.

Just then, a thin flash of light appeared in the air.

A civilian nearby watched this scene through binoculars, while another person drew a picture of a fake prince wetting his pants.

"This coward is definitely not our Prince Celeste."

The person next to him nodded, emphasizing the color of the liquid in the image: "He's more timid than a mouse."

Some rats even dare to steal things when they see people.