Fairy, I really am a villain!

"Even if you can prove his identity, you can't prove that he said those words!" Xia Tianxing argued with sweat on his forehead and subconsciously moved away from the crowd.

He somewhat admired his own quick wit, but was secretly frightened.

How the hell did Fang Xingyun do this? He actually managed to take down the Blood Robe Cult's hideout?

These useless people of Maitreya Sect even leaked the names of their allies. Damn it!

"This kind of thing can be proved by any Tianyan sorcerer," Fang Xiwen smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, "In fact, I also seized a Maitreya sect's hideout.

Would you like to hear what they say about your deal?"

"What's there to say!"

“As a righteous man, you not only colluded with the Demon Sect to murder your colleagues, but now you are trying to frame others!” Yue Zhengfang smashed another wooden table with a bang. This man got angry more and more frequently. “Xia Tianxing, you have fallen to this level!”

"No wonder you always target Mr. Fang. It turns out that you are holding a grudge against him because he ruined my trick." Lan Xuewen also realized, "You are such a despicable person. Xuewen must be blind to regard you as her senior brother!"

Amid the excitement of the crowd, Xia Tianxing had no way of defending himself and was about to be beaten.

"Wait, innocent until proven guilty—"

"From your mother's nothing!"

boom!

His words were blocked in his mouth. Fang Xiwen knocked him to the ground with a punch, grabbed his collar, and said in a cold tone, "Do you know what makes me most angry here?"

"Is it, is it an ambush on the official road?" Xia Tianxing didn't dare to fight back, because if he fought back he would be attacked by everyone. Hearing this he spoke cautiously.

"You attacked my sister!" The man's eyes were fierce and full of murderous intent. He slammed him to the ground, "How dare you!"

There was a strange aura around him. Xia Tianxing watched him press down on him and punch him hard!

boom! boom! boom!

Fang Xiwen held him down tightly and punched him without saying a word.

The dull sound of fists hitting flesh, the heavy breathing, Xia Tianxing's screams...the several sounds mixed together to form a violent and rough symphony.

"Mr. Fang! If you keep fighting he'll die!" Lan Xuewen's voice rang out anxiously, trying to stop it.

Hearing this, Xia Tianxing roared, and the courage in his bones was aroused. He tried to grab his shoulders, but the latter held his forehead and used gravity to smash the back of his head to the ground!

Boom!

"Third, Third Young Master is not in a good condition..." Everyone in the Sword Hall discussed the matter with a bit of "good death" in mind, but did not intervene.

"stop!"

Suddenly, the crisp voice that appeared in the phonograph sounded, and a pretty maid with two braids stepped into the sword hall. She walked over coquettishly, put her arm around Fang Xiwen, and bowed, "My young master is sorry to trouble you all."

As if coaxing a child, Jiang Xingchu leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice, "If you don't want your sister to see you like this, then come with me."

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen stopped, nodded slightly, and let her pull him out of the door, with blood flowing through the fingers of his fist.

Soon, a woman in white stepped in front of the door.

In the training hall, several floor tiles were broken. The once heroic and handsome Xia Tianxing was now lying on the ground like a dead dog, his face swollen like a pig's head, with only his chest rising and falling slightly.

Fang Qingxiao was somewhat reluctant to believe it. She looked around and felt empty inside.

Chapter 113 Rust and Lemon Kiss

Fang Xiwen was not in a good state. Others could see it, and he knew it too.

Men are usually gentle and harmless. Even if someone provokes him first, it is enough to give him a small lesson. How could he do such violent behavior?

But after beating Xia Tianxing up, he felt really good, like drinking his first sip of Coke on a hot day.

He was not affected by evil spirits, the Emperor, or anything else, he just felt very happy.

Maybe that was his true nature, and the evil spirit just gave him an excuse to be himself?

Fang Xiwen couldn't figure it out.

Jiang Xingchu held his hand and walked along the street. The lights on the river bank illuminated the sparkling water. The two passed by the pleasure boat and walked under the arch bridge. In the distance, they could hear the sound of clappers and looked at each other in silence.

At this moment, there was a "thought" watching them. It was the Starfall Goddess.

After interfering with reality with all her strength once, it was difficult for the Sword Immortal to show up as before, and it was no longer possible to restrict her movements.

In the eyes of the goddess, the residual image of the emperor that had almost merged into his body now had a tendency to separate after venting.

After all, there is not much evil spirit left in his body. If Jiang Xingchu calms him down at this time, even if he cannot be completely integrated, a "passage" will be left behind.

"Jiang Xingchu, don't let me down again!" The goddess narrowed her eyes.

Below, the two people walked through the bustling crowd. An old man at a stall was painting maltose with a smile on his face, a scholar in simple clothes was writing inscriptions on a fan for someone, and a barefoot child disappeared in a flash.

These human scenes made him a little dazed. Suddenly, Jiang Xingchu pulled him into the alley, and countless star lines directly entangled his body.

"What?" There was a flash of red in his eyes, but he did not struggle.

"I'm actually very happy that Xiwen said that," Jiang Xingchu pushed him to the wall and pressed his hand on his shoulder, his smile gradually cooling, "but aren't you too self-righteous?"

"what?"

"You made up your mind on your own. Have you ever asked me what I think?" Jiang Xingchu untied her two braids, letting her long, smooth hair fall like a waterfall. She pulled her pretty face in a hurry. "I am the young master of Xinggong. I am destined to have blood on my hands. I don't need you to replace me!"

"..."

"Seeing you like this only makes me more annoyed and more murderous," the girl grabbed his collar, her eyes flashing with a seductive light, and took off the disguise mask, revealing her gentle and beautiful face, "But it's my fault that you became like this. So, I'll give you a chance to vent."

As she spoke, she reached out and removed all the star lines, but her hand was still on top of his shoulder.

The alley was very narrow, and now the two of them were almost pressed together. Fang Xiwen leaned against the wall, Jiang Xingchu bent her legs, the girl's long hair was loose, and her cherry lips were painted with an indescribable luster by the night, sending a sweet breath into his ears.

Listening to his gradually becoming heavier breathing, Jiang Xingchu's eyes turned into warm autumn water, she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, hugged his neck, and tiptoed up to him, "Kiss me."

With a bang, the rationality in his mind finally broke down, and he lowered his head and kissed her hard.

This was a rough kiss. It was the first time Fang Xiwen had done such a violent thing since they met. He pressed forward and directly pressed the soft body in his arms against the wall, wantonly demanding it.

The suppressed breathing of a man and a woman could be heard in the alley. Jiang Xingchu opened her lips slightly and responded gently. Her slender hand unconsciously pushed him once, and then was grabbed.

He was really rough. Jiang Xingchu could feel his lips were bitten. The smell of rust and lemon mixed together flowed straight into his heart.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Jiang Xingchu still hooked his neck, stood on tiptoe, and watched his eyes gradually become clearer. She smiled brightly, "Isn't this a good way to vent?"

"Sorry, I hurt you." After saying that, Fang Xiwen leaned down again and pecked those lips lightly.

In a place he couldn't see, a bloody afterimage separated from the body, gradually drifting away, and finally being smashed to pieces by a black sword energy - the evil spirit was vented, the afterimage fell off, and the sword fairy found an opportunity again...

The Star-Falling Goddess in the dark was shaking with anger, yet at the same time she had an extremely subtle feeling.

Looking at Jiang Xingchu with disheveled hair and breathing softly, she always had the illusion that she was being pressed against the wall...呸呸呸呸, so disgusting!

Below, the gentle kiss was still continuing, but Jiang Xingchu no longer had the lingering desire to respond.

The man seemed to be pouring his love into her bit by bit. There was no lust involved, only a gentle touch on her lips, accompanied by a soft exhalation sound.

She felt like a very long time had passed. When she came to her senses, Fang Xiwen was already wiping the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Woo——"

Looking at the face so close to him, Jiang Xingchu slapped his hand away, covered his face and squatted down, "Don't look at my face!"

“But I’ve already finished it?”

The man's gentle voice with a hint of laughter made her cheeks even hotter and her thoughts churned in her mind.

"Wow, why did he press me against the wall and kiss me twice?"

'It feels so good to kiss, why didn't you do it earlier, what a pity...'

No matter how tough she was, Jiang Xingchu was still an unmarried girl after all. She felt so ashamed when she thought of her ugly behavior just now that she wanted to punch him and herself to erase their memories.

"Move your hand away, let me see?" Fang Xiwen pretended to grab her hand, but was slapped away again.

"No! You're so annoying!" Jiang Xingchu squatted on the ground, covering his face with his hands, whimpering, "Don't, don't look at me..."

He was quite fierce at first, but soon his tone became pleading.

"It was obviously you who took the initiative first. What's this? You're both a novice and you like to play around?" The man tried to provoke her.

Outstanding effect!

As expected, Jiang Xingchu grabbed his collar and made him stand up at the same time, with an expression of shame and anger, staring at him fiercely, "Say it again?"

"'Wuwuwu, don't look at me--'" Fang Xiwen had just pinched her throat and imitated the sound in a delicate voice when her hand was grabbed.

Jiang Xingchu suppressed the embarrassment in his heart, closed his eyes, stood on tiptoes and kissed her.

As the faint sound of water rang out, the girl pressed him down fiercely, her voice unclear, "I told you not to talk like me...啾...I'm not that great, this is all a young master from an aristocratic family can do..."

Fang Xiwen knew that he couldn't cover it up by his aura, so he made up his mind to knock on the door, but he was bitten lightly instead.

"Do you admit defeat? Hurry up... um... surrender..."

Suddenly, Jiang Xingchu felt his body stiffen, and thought he had hurt him by biting him. Just as he loosened his grip, he felt a strong murderous intent coming from the alley.

There was a sharp sword intent that almost tore her apart from the inside out, and her white dress looked dazzling in the night.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen turned around and held her in his arms.

...

...

After failing twice in a row, even Fang Qingxiao felt annoyed.

Why don’t you dare come to see me? Have you done something wrong?

After finding out from the sword hall the direction Fang Xiwen left, she immediately went out to look for him. With the perception of Kong Ming Jian Xin, every trace of him would be revealed.

He who is sincere in his heart is sincere in his sword. The cicada feels the coming of autumn before the wind blows.

As she walked along the street, she smelled the scent of a strange woman mixed with his.

This aura was extremely similar to Xinggong's Tianquan. Fang Qingxiao became more and more anxious, worrying that he was being coerced by the devil.

Finally, the two of them died in front of an alley.

Fang Qingxiao walked in with sword in hand and saw his younger brother at a glance.