Fairy, I really am a villain!

...It's not his fault. The Fifth Heaven was taken down by the Third Heaven without any chance of fighting back. In the grassland where strength is respected, this woman is also the strongest among the strong.

"Miss, the young master of the Fang family has arrived." A maid came closer and bowed.

"Please ask him to come up." With a faint smile, Yun Wuxin picked up his cup of tea and took a sip, his eyes cast at the koi playing in the pond, his eyes rippling slightly.

It wasn't long before the footsteps approached.

"It's strange of you to invite people from the grassland to drink tea." Fang Xiwen entered the yard and saw Yun Wuxin, who was wearing snow-white clothes.

The woman sat sideways, with her long skirt spread out like flower petals; her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and although she had a smile on her face, it was not easy to see.

In a nutshell, she looked even more "floating" than when I last saw her.

"What's so strange about it?"

"People usually drink goat's milk or milk tea, which is served in a bowl. That's why they don't like your small cup."

“It stinks.”

"You won't drink if you're not flirting. Tell me, what do you want from me?" After thinking for a while, he walked to the opposite side of Yun Wuxin, lifted up his clothes and sat down.

"How did you say that... Right, I can't come to you if there's nothing wrong?" The woman looked him up and down as if examining him, then nodded: "Not bad, your cultivation speed is almost catching up with mine."

"Are you awesome?"

"I've reached the third level of outdoor shooting." As if to tease him, Yun Wuxin slightly raised his neck and pointed at himself with pride.

"...If you say so, I have no idea."

"You'll find out later."

Somehow, he felt that the word "later" sounded uncomfortable, as it reminded him of those adults who loved to preach.

So Fang Xiwen looked straight into her eyes, his gaze penetrating into those eyes whose true meaning could not be seen.

To him, Yun Wuxin was the one who rarely showed kindness to him when he first crossed over. Whether it was the few divinations in the Spiritual Light Realm or the little tricks that helped him pass the soul test, Fang Xiwen remembered them all now and was grateful.

...Speaking of which, what were the three lots you drew?

"Against the current, Fengdu, the throne of the emperor." As if seeing through his thoughts, Yun Wuxin took out the cloud and mist and condensed it into a stick, with a half-smile on his face: "Now, do you know your fate?"

"...Not yet." After thinking for a while, Fang Xiwen shook his head.

Niliu's meaning was simple. Various signs indicated that this was his second playthrough, and he had obtained the Emperor's clearance bonus, thus getting a great start.

The meaning of the imperial throne is quite vague. Could it be the scarlet throne that often appears in the afterimage?

But what exactly is that? Is it a dharma-image, a dharma-body, or just a simple image...

In short, the corresponding cards can be found for these two cards, except for "Fengdu"... If you really have to interpret it, it can also be read as the emperor is dead and his soul has returned to the underworld.

But there are so many symbols about death, such as Huangquan, Naihe, etc., why is it "Fengdu"?

Thinking of this, he looked up at the woman in front of him again, his eyes complicated;

Why can she calculate so accurately and so far?

When they first met in the spiritual realm, Yun Wuxin was even new to the exterior scene, and had the same cultivation level as Lin Huazhi now...

"It doesn't matter, you'll know later." The woman still had a half-smile on her face.

"...You know me very well?" For no reason, Fang Xiwen got a little angry; then he calmed down and thought that there was no need to argue too much with the Riddler, as it was not good for blood pressure.

"Of course. Do you believe in fate?"

"Do not believe."

"A person's fate is determined from the moment he is born. All the choices you make in the future may seem to come from your own will, but in fact they have already been determined by various factors.

Whether it is personality, thoughts, or behavior, they are all the result of being influenced and are predetermined."

"Uh-huh, I don't believe it."

After saying so much, isn’t it just Laplace’s demon...why not start from the Big Bang?

"As for the fact that you and I are deeply involved, it is also a foregone conclusion, so I can calculate these things based on this strong connection," Yun Wuxin didn't care, and seemed quite patient. At the end, he added: "Including the fact that your Yuanyang has not been lost... ah, it is still there?"

Finally, her words ended in a light, teasing tone.

"What's it got to do with you?" Fang Xiwen glared at her, his face flushed.

Fang Tianyu might not be able to sense such a secret thing even if he was so close to it. How could this woman know it without even touching it?

"So there really is some left? Haha... who are you going to leave it to..."

"You actually lied to me?! Yun Wuxin, I must have been blind to rush over here to make fun of you..."

"Hey, hey, hey, come back. I have something important to tell you. It's really important... It's about the Gao family. Do you want to hear it?"

With just a few words, the woman was under his control again.

Fang Xiwen turned around with a sullen face and said coldly: "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just fart."

"Okay, I'm telling you, come here," she motioned for him to come over.

Turning to her side, the woman pointed to the courtyard in the east. Looking further, she saw a man in a dark silk shirt, who was drinking by himself at a small table. He was obviously of sturdy build but gave off a sense of elegance.

"did you see it?"

"Yun Yichuan?"

"Yes, he will explain it to you clearly, go ahead~"

Fang Xiwen turned around with a bang and narrowed his eyes. "You asked me to come here just to chat with your brother? He's a three-year-old kid. Are you afraid that he can't make friends?"

"You two will have a good chat, trust me." Yun Wuxin blinked and added, "Besides, you don't have many friends, right?"

"Bah! I have nothing to say to him. Goodbye!"

The knife stabbed him in the painful spot, and Fang Xiwen turned and left.

At first, I had a tacit understanding with the Saint, and later, after going through life and death together, we naturally came together. That's all.

Not long ago, he and Lin Huazhi were on a mutually derogatory relationship, but ever since he moved into the City Lord's Mansion, their relationship has become unclear.

How did that happen?

"Give me some face, please?"

"It's useless no matter who comes," Fang Xiwen snorted coldly, thinking that he couldn't come back empty-handed. He glanced at a cup of fragrant tea on the table and quickly grabbed it: "Wuritu wasted things, I drank it for him, and it also counts as my visit."

"You drink it, he didn't move..." I was still thinking about how to persuade him, but then I looked carefully and saw that Yun Wuxin was completely frozen in place.

That's her cup...

"It tastes okay, not too bitter. Let's go."

With a lot of doubts in his mind, Fang Xiwen turned around and left without asking any questions.

Chapter 228 I like him

City Lord's Mansion.

Lin Huazhi sat in front of the dressing table, looking at her oval face in the bronze mirror, which was obviously thinner but more feminine, and thinking about something in her mind.

After an unknown amount of time, she pursed her lips in the mirror, smiled, stood up, walked out of the room, crossed the corridor, and came to a room in the east wing.

This is Fang Xiwen's residence. He was invited to the Yun family, but there was someone inside.

Although this guy usually has a good temper, he also has a sense of majesty; after he expressed that he didn't want others to touch his things, even the cleaning maid stopped going to that room.

However, the person inside not only rummaged around, but also piled his folded clothes into a huge pile on the bed like a small mountain.

Looking at the entire City Lord's Mansion, Jiang Xingchu is the only one who dares to do this.

After knocking on the door, Lin Huazhi walked in and lowered her head: "Young Master."

At this time, Jiang Xingchu had buried his face in the quilt. He raised his head after hearing this. He was neither ashamed nor annoyed, but just sneered: "I thought you would never come to see me."

Her eyes fell on this old colleague whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and her tone became slightly cold.

"I have missed the young master very much in the past few months, but it was inconvenient to disturb him from being with his partner, so I have delayed it until now." Lin Huazhi raised her head, neither humble nor arrogant.

Is this a criticism of my obsession with men?

"Ha, just kidding." After a pause, Jiang Xingchu smiled, "We have been in love for so many years, what's the big deal if it's ruined by a stinky man who interferes?

Come and sit down."

She patted the edge of the bed, and Lin Huazhi walked over as she was told without saying anything.

"Looking at your attitude, it proves that I'm right, right?"

"Well, I like him."

"Very well, I'm very angry. Do you know why?" Jiang Xingchu said without waiting for her to answer: "Fang was messing around everywhere and harmed one of my capable subordinates for nothing. That's why I'm angry."

"...Young Master is right."

Lin Huazhi was a little speechless. Sister, just lie to you, but remember to wipe your tears when you cry secretly at night...

Everyone can see whether he has been messing around or not, and she said this as if she was going to rebel against Xinggong.

"Okay, let's put this aside for now," Jiang Xingchu also knew that his argument was untenable, so he went with the flow, his tone leisurely: "You said you like him, but in fact you just think so; to be precise, this kind of feeling should be called 'admiration'.

Growing up in Xinggong, you have seen and come into contact with very few men.

After you took over Xingping, your status was too high for ordinary men to reach, but it was also difficult to find someone higher than you, so there was always a void in your heart.

At this time, Fang happened to come and was close to you, so he filled the gap for you. You didn't actually like him, but you thought you needed someone to like."

"Aren't these words the same for the young master?" Instead of answering, Lin Huazhi just asked back.

Are you kidding? Those who can verify the external scene are all extremely confident in their own path. There is no way they could be convinced by Jiang Xingchu's verbal attacks.

Even if we take a step back, how could she not understand her own business?

"It's different, because he was the one who was clinging to me. I was no longer clean after being manipulated by him. I was trapped by him, but Huazhi, you are different," Jiang Xingchu changed the subject and coaxed, "Four-legged toads are hard to find, but isn't it hard to find a two-legged man?"

"You won't go find one?"

"Lin Huazhi, you've been the city lord for a few months and you've learned to talk back, right? He's mine!" Jiang Xingchu finally stopped pretending and looked her up and down: "You're a twenty-something outdoor shoot, so beautiful and in great shape, why do you have to stay with him?"

Hearing this, Lin Huazhi curved her eyebrows and finally smiled; by saying this, Jiang Xingchu was "admitting" in disguise, which was a certain degree of compromise.

"That's what I'm saying, young master," the woman raised her index finger and smiled slightly, "I'm not your 'enemy'."