Fairy, I really am a villain!

"You bunch of bastards, I'll have someone tear your mouths apart!" Mr. Zhang threatened viciously and winked at several servants, asking them to hit the men.

But even if he made such a face, the judge would sentence him to exile for 5,000 miles at most; and this punishment would be easily avoided by Zhang Yuanwai before it even fell on him, without him even having to leave the door.

The air in the court seemed to freeze, and the petty officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

At this moment, a man squeezed out of the crowd and strode into the court.

He wore a clean-cut robe, stood tall, and carried two swords across his shoulders. Everyone's expressions suddenly became interesting, with some expecting, but also some worried.

Seeing him, Mr. Zhang's face turned extremely bad, "Fang Xiwen, what do you want to do! This is a court, not a place where a gangster like you can just walk into casually!"

"you guess?"

Fang Xiwen walked straight to Mr. Zhang, knocked the servant unconscious, and then lifted his collar——

boom!

The fat figure was thrown heavily to the ground, causing dust to fly. The sound of several broken bones mixed with the screams.

"Ah! How dare you...Ah!!"

Before the screams had finished, another kick hit him in the stomach, sending him flying to the front of the crowd.

"Good fight!"

Amidst the cheers, Fang Xiwen grabbed his collar again and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, you are going to die."

"You bastard... You dare to kill me? You dare to resort to lynching! You are totally lawless!!"

Although he appears to be fierce but is actually weak, Mr. Zhang is already a little scared in his heart: this kind of people in the underworld have no taboos and will kill you if they say so. Anyway, his life is worthless.

However, Fang Xiwen shook his head and said, "You don't need me to come. You will die if you commit a heinous crime."

"What crime have I committed?!"

Looking at the flushed fat face, Fang Xiwen patted it with his hand, and smiled gently with some disdain: "Mr. Zhang... do you know that someone reported you for hiding the demon clan?"

"How is it possible!" Suddenly, Mr. Zhang reacted and exclaimed: "Is that snake demon yours?!"

"Yes, I planted a spy in the demon tribe. They found out that you were protecting the demon tribe, otherwise why would they attack you for no reason?"

"You are framing me!" Mr. Zhang's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

He was really scared.

Maybe Fang Xiwen didn't dare to kill him directly, but if the crime was proven, he would be sentenced to death, and in a serious case, even his entire family would be exterminated;

Even if they failed to prove his guilt, the angry people of Dingjun would tear him to pieces. Compared with the trivial matter of killing some maids, it was not even on the same level.

Regarding the matter of the demon clan, Fang Xiwen has the endorsement of the Wang family, but what about him?

"Young Master Fang!" He began to burst into tears. Regardless of being beaten, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Please forgive me! I know I was wrong, I confess everything!

I was the one who killed those slaves!

It’s all because the fierce wife at home didn’t want me to take another concubine, so I turned to those poor people to buy daughters, and killed them when I got tired of playing with them... I really didn’t collude with the demon clan!"

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen's face turned cold.

"Dad! Please let me go!" Mr. Zhang hugged his trouser legs and kept wailing: "I won't dare to do it again. I, I will go and pay them back!!"

"Can the dead be resurrected?" Fang Xiwen kicked him to the ground, "Wait for death."

"Ahhhhh!!"

Several constables in red uniforms came forward and dragged away Mr. Zhang, who was howling like a pig being slaughtered.

Chapter 284 A disciple!

The trees in the courtyard cast shadows that fell into the rockery and pond, making it look like algae and water plants intertwined.

Fang Xiwen walked through the corridor and came to the training ground, where he saw the tall and straight woman standing facing the weapon rack with her hands behind her back, seemingly selecting the weapon she wanted to practice with.

After hearing the footsteps, she turned around, with a few strands of hair tied in front of her forehead, and smiled heartily, "Why are you so tired today, Mr. Fang?"

"You got up too early." Fang Xiwen yawned, and then realized something was wrong.

Looking closely, Wang Ningzhu was wearing a satin robe with cloud sleeves, and her almond-shaped eyes were slightly upturned. She tilted her head and smiled when she heard the words. She looked generous and normal.

He walked closer and stared at her from head to toe for a while, and finally found a clue: although they were of similar stature, the Miss Wang in front of him was still shorter than the "original" and had something under her feet.

Fang Xiwen immediately understood and blinked: "You are Xiaodie, right?"

"What?" "Wang Ningzhu" frowned first, then looked at him for a long time with a stern face, and finally burst into laughter and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I really can't hide it from you, after all, he is the one who has been through life and death with the young lady."

"Hey. By the way, what are you doing dressed as her?"

"Hush!" Xiaodie's expression suddenly became lively, she raised her index finger and lowered her voice: "The young lady is going to Luyang to catch monsters, and I have to deal with those people at home for her and pretend to be preparing to get married."

"Oh, come on then."

Hearing her say that, Fang Xiwen couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, which made Xiaodie feel a little uncomfortable. She shrank back and said, "Sir, don't look at me. If you have time, go help the young lady. She must be annoyed now."

~~

"So annoying." Wang Ningzhu slammed the closet door and sat down beside the bed.

She was indeed going to Luyang.

Although the words of the snake demon are still debatable, the internal injuries were indeed caused by another great Jindan demon; if it was allowed to cause chaos in the territory of Dajin, the consequences would be disastrous.

After reporting this news, it was natural for Wang Ningzhu to participate in this hunting operation; after all, at home, she and her brother could barely be considered as new combat forces entering the field, and they had to bear many responsibilities.

However, it wasn't these that bothered her.

"Why is my room so messy?" She scratched her hair and looked around like an eagle, but after searching back and forth, she only found a few wearable clothes, which were skirts. She had no idea where her clothes and trousers were put.

Wang Ningzhu grabbed the goose yellow skirt, looked at the laces on it and sighed: "Why would I be so stupid as to buy a skirt..."

That day when I knew that Master Fang was going to move into the palace, I hurriedly took Xiaodie to buy them; but after only wearing them a few times, the original clothes disappeared.

'Will he think I'm just pretending...'

After coming out of his trance, there was a knock on the door, and Wang Ningzhu hurried over:

"Xiaodie! You are finally here, please help me find it--"

She suddenly opened the door, and when she saw the man in blue shirt, she knew something was wrong. She subconsciously opened her arms to stop him, but the man's eyes had already looked into the inner room.

Then, Fang Xiwen took a breath of cold air. It was so horrible. He had never seen a room so messy.

It was relatively clean, but the things were placed very randomly: the bronze mirror was upside down on the table, a piece of underwear was hanging on the corner of the oil lamp, and the belt attached to another piece of clothing fell to the ground.

“What are you looking at!” Wang Ningzhu’s cheeks were hot, and she didn’t know whether she was shy or angry, or something else. Anyway, she pressed his shoulders and said, “Who told you to enter another girl’s room casually, you pervert!”

"You opened the door yourself, okay?"

Pushing him all the way out, Wang Ningzhu didn't even dare to look at his expression. She whooshed back in and slammed the door.

~~

From the silhouette through the window, one could see someone kneeling on the bed with a quilt covering him/herself, motionless like a sculpture, and it took a long time before he started to pack up his things.

The wooden door was tightly closed. Fang Xiwen stood outside with a slightly amused look on her face. After waiting for a while, she heard a voice that sounded as if she had given up on herself: "Come in."

When I pushed the door open, at least those exciting clothes were gone; although it couldn't be said to be suitable for entertaining guests, it at least felt like a place for someone to live.

"Next time you knock on the door, make a sound..." Wang Ningzhu's voice was so soft for the first time.

I saw her taking off her shoes and socks and kneeling on the bed, with her hair tied up, revealing her white neck, and her legs bent, with red marks on her calves. The clothes in front of her were piled up like a small mountain.

At this moment, she didn't dare to look over. She just kept folding the clothes there, and they were wrinkled like pickles.

'Actually, this kind of homely look is quite...'

Shaking his head, Fang Xiwen walked over and stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

"What was that just now...eh?"

At this moment, Wang Ningzhu was still thinking about how to excuse herself so as to reduce the bad impression she had left in his mind. She was stunned for a moment when she heard this.

"It's a mess. Let me teach you how to fold it."

He took a stool and sat down beside the bed. He folded a shirt into a square step by step and then put it in Wang Ningzhu's hand.

“So neat.”

"It's a very simple control ability. You can wield a knife like that, combining hardness and softness, and full strength... How come you can't even fold a piece of clothing properly?"

"It's different." Hearing him praising his swordsmanship, Wang Ningzhu raised his eyebrows with some pride.

Following suit, the two of them folded and put away several sets of clothes, and then tidied up for a while.

Then, Wang Ningzhu went to get a pot of tea and reluctantly reproduced the tea-serving technique that Xiaodie had taught him before, and finally managed to save some face.

The fragrant tea emitted a light mist, and they both put down their teacups.

After looking at each other, Fang Xiwen took out a map and pushed it over: "This is the route that the scholar and his men took to escape. It also marks the approximate location of the attack. It may not be very accurate, so just use it as a reference."

"Well, that's a great help." Wang Ningzhu quickly put the things away and put them close to him.

"Luyang is so big, it must be difficult to find these monsters, right?"

"Fortunately, we have special means." Wang Ningzhu briefly introduced some of them, such as the demon-hunting needle made from the Shenji Sect, which has a high success rate when combined with unique secret methods.

Finally, she looked up and picked up the teacup and shook it: "Do you... want to come with us? You don't have to do anything, but we are short of manpower. You can come if you are free."

As soon as Wang Ningzhu finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself. What was he talking about? He could have just said that he wanted to go with him.

"Forget it, I'll stay here," Fang Xiwen shook his head, "I don't think Wang Anyang's methods will explode in Luyang. Maybe I can observe more things by staying here."

"Alright."

After drinking a few cups of tea, Fang Xiwen took out some more things, including bottles and jars, and a few small plates. A faint fragrance filled the air.

"What is this?" Wang Ningzhu picked up a bottle and tapped it with his fingers. There was some liquid in it.

"I got some medicine from the doctor. Some can repel mosquitoes and some can remove miasma... These are the arrays I improved myself. You can't operate them very accurately, so they are more defensive... Luyang is so cold, you can also bring this small stove..."

He kept on talking, but Wang Ningzhu actually stopped listening after half of it and just kept looking at him.

She wanted to laugh. It was obviously just a short journey, but he prepared as if he was going on a long journey. But as she listened, her nose felt a little sour, as if except Xiaodie, no one would do this for her.

"Xiwen, you..."

"how?"