Fairy, I really am a villain!

"It's easy. Why don't you two just follow me?" Seeing that the two were not sincere at all, he also said something mean: "I like your husband, and you like your husband too. We are on the same side."

“““Get out!””

The greedy and lustful young man was kicked off the stage by three people at the same time, and disappeared into the surging crowd; the big red curtain was slowly drawn, and the classic play ended in a ridiculous way.

The audience was very satisfied with the show. It should be said that being inclusive is really a man's dream. But on the one hand, seeing that this guy did nothing, the three beauties were unhappy. The ending was really satisfying.

And because it ended in a comedy, no specific details were given, leaving a lot of room for imagination, making people wonder whether he would really be caught. In a way, it could be considered a perfect result.

The play was a huge success and the enthusiastic atmosphere did not fade away even after the show ended.

"This is a really good adaptation. After the tiger demon spoke, the story has been reversed many times. It's really enjoyable!"

"Yes, it also discusses the marriage status of special groups. It's really very profound!"

"That's right. In my opinion, this tiger demon actually symbolizes the gap between them. It is no longer a demon. It can be abstracted into the universal suffering in the human world..."

The storytelling artists were all smiling.

However, it is still unknown how this traditional drama "The Scholar Suppresses the Demon" will develop into. Anyway, at this moment, the four leading actors have gathered together behind the scenes.

After hearing the whole story, Xiaodie quickly bowed to Fang Xiwen to apologize, feeling very ashamed.

Obviously, he was the benefactor who truly saved her, but she did such a thing at the end...

"It's okay, it's not like I really kicked him." He waved his hands magnanimously; in fact, Fang Xiwen jumped down by himself, and the three of them didn't kick him hard.

Luo Qingni really wanted to kick him, but she couldn't bear to do so. She felt sorry for him, so she could only angrily grab the soft flesh on his waist and glare at him with her big eyes.

"Mr. Fang's response was really brilliant, and the ending was perfect. Ningzhu admires him," the female general said with a half-smile, "but I wonder if the last line was a joke or the truth?"

"Haha, of course I said it in accordance with the script..." Fang Xiwen was sweating profusely and didn't dare to look back; he felt that the silly girl would definitely beat him up when he returned.

"If you are sincere, that's fine." Wang Ningzhu said without thinking, and then his expression turned pale as if he remembered something. "Thank you very much, sir. This is just a small gift, not a token of respect."

As she spoke, she took out a long square box from her sleeve and handed it over with one hand.

"Hey, what is this?" Fang Xiwen took it.

"I never found a chance to give you the thank you gift for your help last time," Wang Ningzhu narrowed her eyes and her voice slowly calmed down. "I'll give it to you along with this."

“…Baobing?”

After opening the lid and looking at the thing he had always dreamed of, Fang Xiwen had a bad feeling.

He looked at Wang Ningzhu, whose eyes were clear and he bowed deeply: "My lord's kindness cannot be measured by a mere weapon, but I have no choice. I only hope to repay you in my next life."

Without any further ado, she turned around and left with Xiaodie.

He felt that something was broken between them, but he couldn't find it.

Chapter 172 Come out quickly!

'I have no choice.'

Fang Xiwen knew that the Wang family had a pair of children. The older one, Wang Wenxuan, was not only the legitimate son, but also ranked fifth on the current human ranking. His temperament, skills, and thoughts were all top-notch, and he was already a foregone conclusion that he would be the heir to the patriarch.

In addition, Wang Ningzhu is so outstanding. According to the emperor's theory of checks and balances, it is naturally impossible for the brother and sister to be united, and he would have to watch the Wang family revive again - the price to pay for touching the legitimate son is too high, and Wang Ningzhu is just right.

After a quick thought, he understood and sighed with a smile. Why are there so many children from noble families like this everywhere? Even he is a victim of balance.

Marriage, marriage...wait, the Fang family won’t be among her candidates, right?

It was late at night, and the crowd around the stage was sparse, but there were still faint sounds of discussion, which slowly pulled him back from his divergent thoughts.

He took Luo Qingni's hand and was about to explain, but found that her hand was cold.

"Qing Ni? Hey, what's wrong with you!"

The girl who had been sulking quietly beside him glanced at him, swayed a bit, and fell softly into his arms.

Fang Xiwen's heart sank.

Her body was a little stiff, her eyes were tightly closed, and her little hands were scratching around everywhere, as if she was struggling to find something to hold on to in the sea... This situation had happened before.

"You used the sword of life and death?!"

He stared at Luo Qingni's face, as if she could see it, and questioned.

He did not blame or resent the tiger demon... He almost began to hate himself; why didn't he find out earlier, why did he let her become like this!

"I, I want to help Xiwen..." Luo Qingni slowly opened her eyes, "Besides, I know my limits."

"…What?"

"You'll see."

She blinked, and the gray-white color in her eyes began to change, from "death" to "life", gradually turning back to the reassuring black, and the lost warmth was gradually returning.

"Just use a little bit, it's okay. If I hadn't been working on this all this time, how could Xiwen catch up with my cultivation?" As she said this, she puffed out her chest with some pride.

Luo Qingni is a genius with a solid foundation; her master is one of the greatest masters in the world, with a broad vision.

According to normal progress, the orifice should have been opened long ago, but because I didn't want to make him worry, I put a lot of energy into "taming" the sword of life and death. The price was that my cultivation was stopped for a while, but the benefit was that I could use it a little.

"You can do such a thing, the Sword Immortal didn't tell me..." After hearing the explanation, he felt relieved, but a little angry, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, and come to scare me on purpose?"

"You're flirting with other girls in front of me, shouldn't I be jealous?" Luo Qingni pouted, "If you weren't worried about me, you wouldn't be scared.

You asked for it, hehe."

From the tone of her voice, she sounded quite happy.

"You've really learned bad things. If I don't teach you a lesson, I will write the word Fang backwards from now on." Fang Xiwen held back his anger, picked up the girl in his arms, and found an empty alley nearby.

The weather here is often cold, the houses on both sides are built high, and it is night, so the alley is pitch black, narrow and quiet, just like a monster's esophagus.

The sound of a clapper was heard from afar, making the surroundings even quieter. Looking at his stern face, Luo Qingni finally got a little scared and began to beg for mercy: "I, I will go home and fix it for you, okay? What if someone comes..."

"Open your mouth." He threw down a concealing array disk.

After half a stick of incense.

He carried the limp Luo Qingni on his back and slowly walked out of the alley.

After this delay, the streets were completely deserted. As night fell, the hustle and bustle of the past spread into every household, transforming into drifting lights.

As the year draws to a close, many families have already put up new couplets and door gods, with red lanterns hung on both sides, emitting a warm glow.

Walking on the street with the silly girl on his back, his heart gradually calmed down; this prosperity was very good, even if he did not participate in it, but just watched from afar, he could feel that he was truly alive.

"Xiwen, are you tired?"

"will not."

"Let me tell you, when I was very young, my father was not at home, so my mother carried me on her back to go to the market. It was so lively everywhere at that time, and I would lie on my mother's back to eat. I felt that it was really nice to be carried on someone's back."

"I've been so spoiled since I was little."

"I just like him," Luo Qingni hugged his neck, "After I grew up, my mother stopped carrying me on her back, and my sisters in the same lane got married one by one, so there was no one to play with me anymore. When my father was looking for a date for me, I was so scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of strangers. What I want is someone who can go out into the world with me, someone who can let me act like a spoiled child at any time, someone who can get along well with my parents and my fourth uncle, and someone who can cook for me... I told them, and they secretly laughed at me."

"You are indeed a good dreamer." He was amused.

"What's wrong? I found it anyway, huh." Luo Qingni pinched his face in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, you like me that much?"

"I like it. I like it the most."

For some reason, the silly girl who had been stubborn all along started to speak directly. The warm breath blowing in his ears actually made him feel a little moved.

"Yeah, me too." After saying that, Fang Xiwen paused and smiled: "I don't have as many requirements as you do. As long as the other party cares about me, that's enough."

"..."Luo Qingni stopped talking.

“How should I put it? Before you confessed to me that day, I was like a kite drifting with the tide. I didn’t care what others said or did, because this world had nothing to do with me.

Even when someone died, I was taught to grieve, but I didn’t feel that way—it felt like I wasn’t alive.”

He tried to recall his past thoughts, and his pace gradually slowed down.

"It doesn't matter." Luo Qingni knew this, and her heart ached.

"But you pulled my line. Slowly, I began to love this world, wanted to find the meaning of existence, wanted to find my goal... Although it's still a little vague, I already have a direction."

——It is to protect their future and follow the footsteps of the Emperor. The tragedy of the Sword Immortal will not happen again, and he will save everything.

“…So, it’s my problem?” Luo Qingni said in a cold tone.

"What's your problem?" He was a little confused.

"Because I pulled your kite down, other people can touch it too?"

“…I think you can say that.”

Fang Xiwen is suspicious by nature. He had lived and ate with Fang Qingxiao for more than half a month but still didn't trust her. How come he was able to get the Contract with the Goddess in just a few days?

That's the reason.

"Bad guy! You flirt with other women everywhere and blame it on me!!" Luo Qingni shook his neck hard, her stomach was about to explode with anger.

...

...

Maybe it was because he walked too steadily, and before long Luo Qingni fell asleep on his back.

It was late at night and the gate was not locked, so he walked back to the Luo family with light steps. He stayed in the yard for a while and without hesitation, he carried the silly girl into her room.

When Fang Xiwen stepped into the boudoir, the girl on his back trembled slightly and buried her face deeper into her body.

The room was tidy and clean, with a cozy little bed surrounded by a canopy, a dark wooden table and chairs, and some small items on the table.

What surprised him was that there were some rouge and other things among the small items... In his impression, Luo Qingni should have nothing to do with makeup.

He put the silly girl on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, covered her with an embroidered quilt, and went out.

Although I took a shower before going out, who would have thought that watching a play could cause trouble...

At least wash her face.

When he was carrying the basin of hot water and was about to enter the room, the door next to him creaked open, and he could see Luo's mother sitting at the table with an oil lamp lit. There was a half-embroidered painting on the table, and she was waving at him gently.