Fairy, I really am a villain!

The woman was bright and generous, with no decorations on her body, only a sword on her waist, and a pair of sharp eyes. When the jailers saw her walk in, they saluted one after another, and the leader explained:

"Miss, we have already punished him, but he still won't say anything."

Hearing this, the female swordsman nodded slightly, with no expression on her face. She just said, "Take me there."

The scene moved with her and soon arrived at a cell.

Seeing the scene inside, the female swordsman was unmoved, but Fang Qingxiao, who was watching, suddenly felt her pupils shrink and her heart felt like it was stabbed by someone.

Inside was a man with his scapula pierced through, tied to the fence like an animal.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and his limbs hung limply on the ground. Only his eyes looking over still looked clear.

Even though there was a slight difference in appearance, she could be sure it was Fang Xiwen just by looking at that pair of eyes.

...What happened?

Chapter 393 I Love You

Tread, step, step.

Footsteps sounded softly in the corridor of the dungeon. The female swordsman walked with an expressionless face. She waved away the jailer, stood in front of the fence and looked at him.

Looking at him, or more precisely, looking at the brilliance in his eyes, he said coldly:

"Evil demon, how on earth did you do it!?"

"Where has my brother's soul gone? What are your intentions?"

As the images changed, the sound clearly reached Fang Qingxiao's ears, startling her again.

...In the world over there, Xiwen failed the soul test.

What does it mean?

She really wanted to see Fang Xiwen's expression, but unfortunately it was only in her memory, so she could only continue to watch:

Facing this harsh question, the young man raised his head from the pool of blood and said, "You seem very anxious."

"....." Instead of answering, the sword tip silently pressed against his neck.

Seeing this, the young man raised his head and said with a smile: "Come on, kill me and end this ridiculous farce. I've had enough."

The sword did not move.

"Why, you can't bear to touch your brother's body?"

"Or do you just not care at all?"

The young man looked into her eyes and spoke in a low but clear voice with a hint of temptation:

"When I was identified, you didn't show much surprise. You just had me taken away expressionlessly."

"It means that you value the soul-testing process, not the result."

"I was a little confused when I first discovered this, but during the time I was tortured by you, I thought of a possibility."

"Perhaps to you, family members are just symbols. It's enough for them to exist. It doesn't matter who they are in the end—"

Hearing this, the female swordsman grabbed his collar and interrupted him coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I was wrong? It doesn't matter who your brother is, but it can't be 'someone else' because it goes against the established worldly concepts. After all, other people will never be able to identify with the person who has taken over someone else's body, because the core inside is different."

"But you don't really care, right?"

"Pretending to care, are you trying to make yourself look more like a human being?"

As if he was sizing her up, the young man rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Indeed, it's quite similar. After all, you've tortured me like this, so of course you'll look very angry."

In the scene, the female swordsman did not say much, but with a cold face she called the jailer to punish her, seemingly not caring at all; but as a bystander, Fang Qingxiao knew that what he said was right.

At that time, she had not been practicing the Sword Sect's mental method for very long, but she had already shown signs of losing her emotions, so she really didn't care.

Although she doesn't care about others, she is resistant to being assimilated by the Tao and has not made up her mind. She is afraid of becoming an emotionless "sword man" like the headmaster, so she has such a nearly pathological behavior:

Although he clearly doesn't care about this matter, he continues to torture the demon that has taken over his brother's body, making himself appear to care a lot through this matter.

This means that the deep wounds on his body will be the best proof that he is still human.

So the female swordsman will not kill him, nor does she need to get any answers from him. She just wants him to continue living miserably in this world...that's all.

"vomit."

She soon figured it out. Even though there was no physical body, Fang Qingxiao felt a strong nausea and almost retched.

In the picture, she is selfish, ugly, and half-baked, but still appears to be superior.

Perhaps those words worked, and the female swordsman stopped torturing him. A few days later, someone from the Yun family took the possessor out of the prison.

"His spirit is very interesting. I want to study it."

She was a woman with her face covered and a very nice voice.

She made a deal with the Fang family, and it seemed that she paid a huge price to "buy" this evil demon who had taken over someone else's body.

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Screen transition.

It is still a "perspective" of observing from a high place, but the scene has changed to outdoors.

This is a long, dilapidated street with traces of explosive energy everywhere. Bricks and tiles are flying, and the place is in a mess. Similar scenes can be seen everywhere.

The sky was gloomy, dark clouds were rolling under the dark sky, and heavy rain was pouring down.

Dang Dang Dang Dang!

There was the sound of weapons clashing, and two figures, one black and one white, crossed each other in the rain. A rich power of heaven and earth emanated from them.

Two exterior scenes, the Great Method of Destroying Heaven and Earth versus the Shushan Sword Sutra.

The former was vicious and brutal, while the latter was extremely fierce. Almost half of the town was destroyed by the aftermath of the fight, and there was no life within a radius of several miles.

As a bystander, Fang Qingxiao didn't even need to see the face of the man in black robe clearly, she knew who he was.

In the picture, sword shadows and knife lights flew out one after another, all of which were moves that could take people's lives; she was confused at first, then suddenly realized, and finally closed her eyes in some pain -

Fang Xiwen will no longer be there to mediate here.

Once upon a time, she and Li Muyu were each other's calamities, destined to fight a life-and-death battle:

If she wins, her mind method will be complete, and in the future, man and sword will become one, and the great way will come naturally; if Li Muyu wins, he will be able to completely cut off human desires, and the great method of destroying heaven and earth will be achieved perfection.

Originally both paths were about killing one's relatives to prove one's truth, but someone messed things up and caused them to go the wrong way.

With this thought in mind, Fang Qingxiao opened her eyes again and looked at the scene on the screen:

The battle lasted for nearly half a day. Both sides' bodies were broken and riddled with holes. In the end, their internal energy was exhausted and the battle turned into hand-to-hand combat.

After dozens of rounds, the white-clothed swordsman's moves became more powerful. He struggled to raise his hand to block the water-dividing thorn, and then the tip of his sword followed up with a sword.

Through her heart.

The rain stopped.

A weak sword energy gushed out, blasting a big hole in the black-clothed woman's heart.

The latter was instantly out of strength, but still struggled forward, grasped his enemy's wrist tightly, raised his head, opened his mouth and shouted -

"...elder sister."

Mud and water mixed with blood washed down, her lips gradually turned purple, the light in her eyes went out like a candle, and soon only a cold, empty shell was left.

'What did she call me just now?'

There seems to be a throbbing in my heart that is about to break out of the ground, and that is the forgotten memory.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Just as the swordsman was holding her body, looking at that familiar face at a loss, crisp applause rang out.

Following the sound, I saw a man in blood-stained clothes sitting on the eaves of the house, looking at me with a smile.

"It's wonderful. It's really wonderful. I took such a big risk to watch it. It's worth it even if I die."

Upon seeing this man, the swordsman immediately felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and drew his sword.

However, the man had no intention of attacking. He just smiled and pointed at the body in her arms, saying, "Do you know who you killed?"

"The young master of Mie Tian Men..." "She is your biological sister."

The smile on his face turned playful, "It's your sister who was abandoned by her family when she was young, who struggled like a dog in the magic world and never enjoyed a single day of happiness."

"Until she died, she was hoping that you would recognize her."

"It's a pity she didn't expect that you had trained yourself into a swordsman so long ago that you couldn't even remember what you looked like, let alone her? Hahahaha!"

Snapped!

A bronze mirror fell with the laughter. Looking down, the swordsman saw his own face, which was also covered with blood. It was almost 80% similar to the woman in his arms.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, draw the sword...The swordsman finally remembered that he had a younger sister, and that was the reason for her training.

Now, he was killed by her own hands, and his body was almost cold.

"You already knew?"

She stared at the man who jumped down from the eaves and walked towards her, with a terrifying murderous intent surging in her eyes.

"Not only that, I was the one who found this place for her, including your whereabouts. After all, we are all in the same sect, so we should help each other."

"you--!!"

"Hey, stop pretending like that." The man raised his finger and shook it gently at her, smiling, "Now that your mind method has reached perfection, let alone anger, you won't even have any unnecessary emotions."

"Or do you want to blame me for your sister's death?"

"I don't care. It's my honor to be the obsession of a monster like you."

It was obvious that killing her would be easy, but the man did not make a move. He just bent down and took something out of the female assassin's body.

"It's time to return Skykiller to me."

The man took a pitch-black dagger in his hand, played with it for a while, and then walked away.

Just as his figure was about to disappear at the alley entrance, he suddenly seemed to have discovered something and hissed: