Fairy, I really am a villain!

"What will become of you, young master?"

"You don't have to change my face, just add some dark circles to my eyes, and make my eye sockets look sunken, and my cheeks look particularly thin..." When it comes to disguise, Fang Xiwen knows everything about it.

With Xiaodie's skillful hands, he quickly regained his original skin as a dissolute and self-indulgent young man.

"The facial features are similar, but the difference is quite big..." Wang Ningzhu found it quite interesting and walked around him a few times.

"It shows that I have good skills," Xiaodie seemed proud, looking around with the eyebrow pencil, stretched out her hand to look at it, and shook her head: "Young master has a good foundation, and it still feels a bit serious."

"How about this?" Fang Xiwen gathered his true energy and used the Eight-Nine Profound Arts. His bones cracked a few times, and he became a little shorter and then hunched his waist.

Judging from their appearance, they are already 70% similar. There are many young men like him in the capital. When asked about spiritual practice, poetry and books, they pretend to know everything, and when asked about brothels, they feel like they are back home.

"No, the eyes are too clear." Wang Ningzhu shook his head.

"What about this?" Fang Xiwen rolled his eyes.

"No, that's too lewd."

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As compensation, the two of them took Xiaodie to the street and went to Xifang, where there were many small gadgets.

They thought they would go to a street vendor or pawn shop, but Xiaodie first took them to cut some cloth, planning to go back and make their own clothes.

Then I went to get some oil, put it in a small basket... and did a lot of chores before I really started to play.

"Xiaodie is so amazing. Whoever marries her in the future will be blessed." Looking at the girl's busy back, Fang Xiwen felt a little emotional.

"You are so shameless." Wang Ningzhu spat at him.

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"Young Master, how about this?" Xiaodie picked up a hairpin from the stall, put it on the young lady's head, and urged him to give his opinion.

"Everything is fine. But, is it a little too feminine?" He seemed hesitant.

"Mr. Fang, do you want to fight?"

"Hahaha, what?" Xiaodie burst out laughing.

"But let's buy it anyway and give it to Xiaodie when we get home." Fang Xiwen still took out the money.

After taking the hairpin and walking away, Wang Ningzhu still refused to accept it and asked, "Is it not suitable for me?"

"So what if it's suitable? The only use I can think of for you is to use it as a hidden weapon." Fang Xiwen was puzzled. "Do you wear something like this on purpose when you get up for morning exercises every day?"

"...You are really thoughtful." She laughed angrily.

"But this hairpin was bought by the young master for the young lady. I'm just keeping it temporarily." Xiaodie put it into the basket, also smiling.

Then the three of them walked into a restaurant.

Suddenly Fang Xiwen remembered something, and immediately reached out and hugged one of them and walked in, with an exaggerated expression on his face, and shouted: "Waiter, give me the best private room!"

Then with a bang, a large bag of money fell to the ground in the lobby, attracting everyone's attention.

"Wow, Fang Xingyun is here." One of the diners spoke with disdain.

"Who is it?" "The one who is marrying the daughter of the Wang family. The stinky god has come to Dingjun to beg for food..." "Shh! He has plenty of money!"

Hearing the discussions, Fang Xiwen almost couldn't hold back.

In the past, if he had stepped in as the romantic wandering swordsman, the cheers from the hall would have been 100% or even 90% likely. But when it came to the Third Young Master, it was like this.

"Dear guest, please go to the private room on the second floor..."

The waiter came over hurriedly, but Fang Xiwen didn't even glance at them, and just hugged the two girls and went up the stairs.

In his arms, the two girls were almost touching each other, each trying to hold back their laughter; Wang Ningzhu blinked his eyes: "You know what, this guy acted really well."

"Is that so? Normally, if I saw someone like this on the street, I would definitely avoid him..." Xiaodie shook her head.

In fact, she was also feeling a little strange.

Because she usually kept her distance from others, she was particularly unfamiliar with the smell of men and was a little scared; but when the young master suddenly hugged her, her body did not seem to feel any disgust.

And my heartbeat is a little faster...

After they entered the private room and closed the door, Fang Xiwen let them go and sighed with relief: "I haven't dressed up for a long time, so I'm a little rusty.

Xiaodie, you are not scared by me, right? "

"A little bit." Xiaodie made a gesture with a red face.

Seeing this, Wang Ningzhu slammed the table and said, "Why don't you ask me?"

"Can I scare you?"

"Humph. You look so skilled. Tell me the truth. How many girls have you hugged like this?"

"There aren't many. I'm so talented that I can get into the role quickly." Fang Xiwen blinked and said, "Let's not talk about this. Order some food. When we're done, you guys eat first. I'll go out through the window."

As he said this, he walked over, opened the window, and took out a stick.

Seeing this, Wang Ningzhu glanced down and saw the six-door government office. She immediately realized, "Are you going to see Uncle San? Are you using us as a cover because of your sensitive identity?"

"No, I'll spend half of my time with you guys and half with the work."

"Huh~ Master Fang is really a busy man."

Chapter 305: Really Not Indifferent

Fang Xiwen left the restaurant halfway before finishing the meal.

With his agility, he was able to climb out of the window without alerting the people below; wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe, he entered the government office with six doors.

Wang Anyang was one of the masterminds of the demon tribe's attack, but due to complicated reasons, the government has not yet dealt with him. They just secretly brought him out of the dungeon and recorded some confessions as evidence.

They didn't dare to parade him through the streets because they were afraid he would be beaten to death.

After showing the spy jade token, Fang Xiwen met him in a secret room; he was sitting facing the wall, looking much thinner, and surrounded by several people.

These were used to prevent him from committing suicide.

"Hey, Mr. Fang is here!" Seeing him approaching, someone slammed the wall hard.

Then, Wang Anyang turned around, his face was untidy and his beard was unkempt. He turned his cloudy eyes and smiled after seeing who was coming: "Boy, you are not dead, right?"

"Hey, you're well-informed in prison."

"It's been six or seven days, I think it would be hard not to hear it."

After a moment of silence, Fang Xiwen asked, "Have you been suffering these days?"

"..."

"I know you're waiting for me. The incident at Wuwang Temple doesn't count. This is the third time I've ruined your plans, right?"

"If you count the matter on the stage, yes." Wang Anyang just looked at him, there was no anger in his eyes, but rather a smile.

"How does it feel?"

“A little bit worse.”

During the question and answer session, Fang Xiwen's tone was also very calm.

In fact, he could fully understand Wang Anyang's desire for revenge, but he could not accept the method of self-destruction.

The weak draw their swords against the weaker ones. The one who bullied you was the Gao family, so what's the big deal about attacking innocent people?

"Only some?"

"Because I figured out some things," Wang Anyang said slowly, smiling, "In fact, there shouldn't be any conflicts between you and me."

"At this moment? Wang Anyang, you are kidding."

"No. You hid it very well, Fang Xingyun, the son of the Fang family," his eyes became sharp, and he pointed his finger: "You were born in the capital of gods. In your early years, you were still immature. In order to survive, you defiled yourself in various ways, raped and robbed;

After I became an adult, I lived abroad with a fake identity and was forced to separate from my family. I couldn't even go home for so many years... How could your hatred for the Gao family be any worse than mine?

It must be unpleasant to force yourself to become a bad person."

"...Hehe." Fang Xiwen thought to himself, you are wrong. Although there were external influences, what the Third Young Master did was really beastly. As for whether it was because of the Gao family, it is still unclear.

"You don't have to admit it. In the final analysis, you just don't agree with my 'approach' and don't want to involve irrelevant people."

"That's right. Even someone as radical as you can actually listen to others?" Fang Xiwen thought of something and shook his head. "If you said that in order for me to plead for you, then I advise you to give up.

If it weren't for the fact that you represent the opinions of a part of the Wang family, and that Dingjun is not stable right now, even if you die eighteen times, it wouldn't be enough."

"How could that be?" Wang Anyang seemed very easy to talk to. "Since you don't agree with me, why don't you tell me your opinion?"

He also understood.

Rather than being obstructed again and again by this brat, it would be better to persuade him to do things for him - he could see that Fang Xiwen also had some opinions about the Gao family, but he still had some concerns.

In addition, this kid's status and position are quite high. If he can verify the external scene, he will bring up a great force in the future.

"What a brilliant idea."

Hearing this, Wang Anyang expelled the remaining people and stood up, his eyes piercing: "If we don't use such extreme methods, how can we pull the Gao family down from the throne?

If you don't borrow the help of the demon race, harm humanity, and then mobilize the aristocratic clans, how can you fight against the royal family that has been gathering strength for decades? !

The Emperor's Sword is no ordinary divine weapon. If it is fully awakened and controlled by the Dharmakaya of Humanity... no one in this world will be able to resist it!"

He spoke excitedly, but seeing Fang Xiwen still had no expression, he continued: "Do you think the aristocratic family can escape the reckoning? No matter how loyal your Fang family is, when they no longer need you, you will die at any time."

"So, this is what you were planning?" Fang Xiwen raised his eyebrows.

Wang Anyang did have an idea. It was not a simple "revenge", but a "rebellion" with foreign tribes, which was to overthrow the earth and create a new world.

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

If the Wang family had been controlled by this man before, the outcome of the demon clan's attack would certainly be different; the Battle of Dingjun would not have two opposing sides, but would only become their "joint military exercise."

After slaughtering the people and destroying humanity, they took another continent as a stepping stone for Tian Hai Yuan, and finally marched westward to the capital of the gods. The army arrived and forced the Gao family to reveal the trump card they had been hiding...

"Are you willing to be a dog of the Gao family forever and be subservient to others?" Wang Anyang pressed again, and the hidden madness in his eyes was revealed again.

"It's not a question of whether to surrender or not. Have you ever thought about how many people in Dajin would die if the demons were used to bring down the Gao family?" Fang Xiwen finally responded, "And what would happen in the end? If the demons controlled the Central Plains, wouldn't the human race end up being sacrificed?"

"They will suffer losses along with the Gao family, and we will then drive them out."