Fairy, I really am a villain!

Obviously, we all have six orifices!

"I see."

Even though Xia Tianxing's ugly behavior was exposed, Fang Qingxiao acted as if nothing had happened. She nodded slightly and walked out of the training hall without making any decision.

With her departure, the training hall became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. After a long time, there was a sound, but it was no longer noisy.

Until Fang Qingxiao nodded, all they could do was wait.

However, the woman in white was not as calm as she seemed. After suppressing the incident with her absolute prestige, she walked to the top of the city wall of Yunzhong City alone.

The clouds rolled up and down in the sky, and a red sun gradually dyed the clouds orange, fiery red, and golden yellow. It looked like the pancakes I had eaten before.

As I thought about it, that strange feeling came back.

Fang Qingxiao has always been a person with a very calm personality. She doesn't need to socialize or have companionship. As long as she can communicate with the three-foot sword in her hand, it is enough.

The snowy ice fields, the secret sea of ​​blood, the ancient sword tomb... She walked alone with a sword in hand and never felt lonely.

But she is somewhat different from her predecessors who only care about swords in this life.

Fang Qingxiao attaches great importance to her family, but she doesn't need them to do anything. As long as they can live well in this world, it is enough for her.

But Fang Xiwen's arrival made her start to lose track of what she wanted.

At first, he sent the sword over, and Fang Qingxiao felt that 'he really cares about me, but this is not like my brother.';

Then he examined his soul, "He is my brother. Even if I doubt him, I should have communicated with him properly. I am sorry for him."

Then the two reconciled, "I must teach him well, even if it means delaying my own practice."

After that, there was the evil cultivator incident. 'He really cared about me, even at the risk of his own life.'

Under her clear sword heart, all of Fang Xiwen's bad thoughts would be revealed, but she never saw it once. Not even once.

So, Fang Qingxiao gradually accepted this brother who was once a playboy and a dissolute man but is now gentle and kind. She lived and ate with him and they made progress together.

In the training room, he was exhausted and sweating, but he smiled happily, "Sister, I know how to break this move!"

When he went to eat, he looked down at the menu and blinked at her, "Sister, Liuliyuan has a new dish, it's the plum blossom soup cake you like very much."

Fang Qingxiao didn't even know that she liked to eat plum blossom soup cakes, so he said that at that time you were rarely looking at the sword manual, but at the dishes.

Unconsciously, she not only got used to her brother's presence, but also developed a feeling that she didn't understand.

I want to keep him by my side and see his smiling face.

He felt uncomfortable when he saw Luo Qingni being intimate with him.

Is it the possessiveness of being a sister, or the unhappiness of being ignored? I can't figure it out.

After seeing her father bringing her a bunch of aphrodisiac pills and thinking of him being surrounded by a group of prostitutes, Fang Qingxiao began to dislike her father for the first time.

So he couldn't help but push him to the ground and snatch all the pills from him.

This subtle feeling might gradually fade away in daily interactions and sublimate into true family affection, because the two are really ordinary siblings... But at this time, Fang Xiwen suddenly left.

He said he wanted to travel and see the world, so he couldn't stay under her wings forever.

"Because, sister can't protect me forever, right? Maybe, it will be my turn to protect you in the future." He just smiled.

She really wanted to ask, what's wrong?

Fang Qingxiao lowered her head and looked at the long sword that could already cut off a half-step outside scene, and remained silent.

With his departure, the distance in time and space was infinitely stretched, but this subtle feeling not only did not disappear, but became even stronger.

Is this what people often call the feeling of missing someone?

Countless thoughts were floating in the sky. Fang Qingxiao let them spread out and closed her eyes.

She sent all the field elders of the Sword Sect in Yunzhong City out to look for people.

That’s right, she sent them, and no one was willing to refuse the opportunity to make friends with her, even if it was an outdoor scene.

Blood Robe Cult, Maitreya Cult, Star Palace...

With thoughts churning in his mind, Fang Qingxiao opened his eyes, took a step forward, and his figure fell down from the top of the city wall.

Chapter 111 Sword Immortal, How Do You Feel?

The graceful woman named Tianquan set up a light of escape and flew up with a group of five people. Fang Xiwen closed his eyes.

The strong feeling of weightlessness made his face turn pale, and he suddenly remembered the emperor who had attained the Dharmakaya - how did I overcome my fear of heights? I can't not fly, right?

"Uh, are you okay?" Seeing his expression, Lin Huazhi quickly understood and found it a little funny.

"No, no." He shook his head vigorously.

"Will this be better?" As she said this, she stretched out her sleeves and wrapped them around Fang Xiwen's waist a few times.

The man felt the restraint and his heart was slightly relieved. He thanked sincerely, "Much better. By the way, what did your young master ask you to check?"

Jiang Xingchu was in the front with Tianquan and Yaoguang. The whistling wind drowned out their words. He could only chat with Lin Huazhi for now.

"It's the Blood Robe Cult's base. After the Blood Robe Cult leader disappeared, several bases that had contact with him revealed their identities. Yaoguang and the others happened to come here, so they took note of the location."

"Have they infiltrated to this extent?" Fang Xiwen was stunned. There were actually several strongholds.

The headquarters of the Blood Robe Cult is in the Southern Wilderness. It is impossible for them to accomplish all this with just the few people they have. Who is assisting them?

"We were surprised too." Lin Huazhi spread her hands.

"So what are you going to do now, take them down?"

"Nonsense, he must be going to kill someone," Lin Huazhi glanced ahead, stretched out her hand and made a gesture of wiping her neck, lowering her voice, "Because of you, the young master is very, very angry now."

"Really?" Fang Xiwen scratched his head.

But soon, he realized that Lin Huazhi was too conservative.

The ray of light fell silently into a small courtyard. There were several miniature altars in the room and a group of believers in uniform with fanatical looks on their faces were kneeling down.

There were several corpses hanging from the ceiling of the room, with blood flowing down their bodies, gathering at their pale toes and falling down.

Jiang Xingchu stepped down, without even looking, and raised his palm to everything, "Leave a few alive for questioning."

As soon as she finished speaking, the petite girl named Yaoguang spread out her palms, and countless bright starlights appeared in her palms. When she clenched her five fingers, the starlight shot out at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

In an instant, countless scarlet flowers suddenly exploded, sticking to the walls and windows...blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

A strong smell of blood spread out, and this place turned into a hell on earth... Fang Xiwen's pupils shrank and he was speechless.

Yaoguang glanced at him inconspicuously, stretched out her hand, and pulled the two people out from the air. They were both dressed as butchers, with cultivation levels of seven or eight orifices. They looked like the leaders of this place.

Hey!

A phonograph ball was thrown to the ground. Jiang Xingchu glanced at the two of them indifferently, "Explain your crime, you first."

Both of them were extreme followers of the Blood Robe Cult who would rather die than submit. They wanted to self-destruct from the beginning, but they couldn't even move a finger in front of Yaoguang.

She stretched out her hand and hooked them, and the two men let out sharp wails, their bones began to deform, and the whole body shrank into a ball. With the sound of "puff puff puff", hot blood spilled out.

Jiang Xingchu ignored the result of the interrogation. Instead, he walked over, grabbed Fang Xiwen's hand, sat down in front of the door, looked at him and smiled, "Are you afraid of me?"

"Fortunately."

"You're not forcing yourself. Are you disappointed in me?" The girl put her green fingers between his and smiled gently.

"No," Fang Xiwen shook his head gently and thought for a moment. "To be honest, I am a little disappointed. You are not as affected as I thought. This is beyond my expectation."

"That means that's the extent of my love for you. Are you angry?"

"I'm not angry, because I think it's just the opposite." Fang Xiwen smiled as she heard miserable wails in the distance, and held her hand even tighter. "You hit me so hard not because the Blood Robe Cult was trying to summon the Blood God, but because they hurt me."

"You're just being sentimental." Jiang Xingchu lowered his head.

"Do you like me so much?" Fang Xiwen bent down and looked into her eyes as she lowered her head. The latter's eyes were misty and she pursed her lips.

"Would you think my love is too heavy?"

"Not at all. I'm very happy." Regardless of the vague pressure from the outside world, Fang Xiwen reached out and held her in his arms. "I know you are angry, but this is not a good way to vent."

"They are all extremists of the Blood Robe Cult. None of them has clean hands."

"But I want you to be clean."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the girl in his arms hug him back tightly, her fingertips almost scratching his back, and she asked loudly: "What do you mean by this?

Do you dislike me now? "

"How could that be?" The man laughed, let go of her slightly, and gently stroked her cheek. "What I mean is, if you want to kill someone in the future, I will do it for you."

Rather than suffering these tortures before death, it would be better for him to put an end to it.

After all, I am the Scarlet Emperor, he thought.

The words were spoken lightly, but Jiang Xingchu knew he was not joking, so he was completely stunned, not knowing how to react.

A blood-red figure appeared behind him, took a step forward, and easily merged into his body.

Yaoguang, who was being interrogated in the courtyard, suddenly turned around with a serious look in his eyes.

That was a breath that even made her tremble... the incarnation of the Blood God?

In front of Fang Xiwen, the Starfall Goddess in a white dress stood quietly, looking at the scarlet background that flashed across his eyes, her heart was filled with joy.

He said he wanted to kill for Jiang Xingchu!

It would not be so easy for this residual image of the Emperor to merge with him even if the Sword Immortal did not take action to block it... It was Fang Xiwen's complete willingness, there was not a single obstacle!

In order to protect his silly girl and to prevent Jiang Xingchu from getting his hands dirty... he finally embarked on the path of becoming an emperor.

Sword Immortal, how do you feel now? How do you feel?

As if responding to the call in her heart, black and white colors swirled behind Fang Xiwen, trying to peel off the blood color, but it was a step too slow and failed.

Then, a hint of red flashed in the man's eyes.

...

...

Cloud City.

Seeing that Fang Qingxiao had been out for a long time and had not returned, Xia Tianxing's mind became active. He immediately left the training hall and came to a dark alley.