Fairy, I really am a villain!

Seeing her turn around and her eyes reflecting his appearance, Fang Xiwen asked:

"Have you recovered?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "If I have time, I'd like to go in and take a look. It's magical inside."

"Okay, I'll take you with me once I'm done with the current things."

"you?"

Hearing this, Fang Qingxiao did not seem particularly displeased and just said "Okay".

Then, she listened to the noise outside for a while, frowned and said, "You are referring to those people outside. Do you want my help?"

"No, sister, you'd better not do anything, trust me."

"it is good."

After nodding, she paused, her eyes slightly widened, "What did you call me?"

"Like you said before, I don't worry about it anymore. After all, it's just a name, as long as you know that I'm calling you," Fang Xiwen smiled, "if you like it."

"I like it very much." Fang Qingxiao replied immediately.

Suddenly, her eyebrows drooped, her head drooped slightly, her face flushed slightly, and her voice gradually became lower:

"Come to think of it, I haven't heard your answer yet."

"What does Xiwen think of me?"

Seeing that pair of bright eyes looking at him shyly, he was shocked and felt as if he had fallen into a dream.

Is this the inhuman senior sister?

He even had the urge to slap himself twice, but considering the atmosphere, he finally held back.

Pulling up her slender hand, Fang Xiwen gently stroked it and said:

"Because I knew very early on that we were not related by blood, I actually had no concerns in my heart."

"I probably fell in love with you the day you cleared my meridians."

"Don't mention that you always come here in a bathrobe... You are such a majestic senior sister outside, but you are always defenseless in front of me, which is very attractive."

Fang Qingxiao's ears turned slightly red as she listened, and she clenched her hands with some force.

He could feel the other person's palm getting warmer and warmer. He was a little surprised and asked, "Sister, how did you solve the problem of your technique?"

In the past, let alone just talking and shaking hands, she would never react even if I played with her body.

"It's dual cultivation."

Fang Qingxiao did not hide anything and continued, "Because you let go of your body and mind, when you were practicing Qigong, I was able to comprehend another Taoist technique in your body."

"You mean the Eight-Nine Profound Art?"

"So that's what it's called, huh. I gained a lot of insights from it, and I also exchanged my thoughts with Mu You, and later I made some changes to the Shushan Sword Scripture.

I abandoned the path left by my predecessors and walked my own path. "

"So determined, so talented, sister, you are a genius."

Seeing his surprise, Fang Qingxiao smiled and raised her slender neck, "I have always been."

After holding hands and talking for a while, she let out a sweet laugh, which gave Fang Xiwen a particularly subtle feeling, as if he was now feeling "in love" with her.

After all, no matter what he did before, Fang Qingxiao had little reaction.

"If we were to practice dual cultivation now, how would she react? She would scream, right?"

After thinking for a while, he coughed and said, "Sister, I have to go do some work."

"Okay, I'm going to go look for Mu You as well. It's nothing, though."

It seems that the memories in the Blood God Stone still have some impact on her, and her eyes were a little dim when she spoke.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen hugged her gently:

"I won't let that happen, trust me."

~~

Outside the mansion, the marquis in a black robe was still standing there.

The black python behind him was baring its fangs and claws, fluttering in the wind, as if it was about to break through his clothes and fly out.

Just by standing there casually, the people from the Six Gates retreated more than ten steps, but they still did not leave, and each of them confronted him as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The leader Luo Wenlong is no longer here, probably because he has gone somewhere else to recruit people.

Leaning against the door, Fang Tianyu closed his eyes and rested.

Because he couldn't figure out what was going on, he had no idea what to do. The only thing he knew was to wait until Fang Xiwen came back and see what this kid was up to.

However, before the son could wait, the enemy arrived first.

I saw a group of constables making way for a path like waves in the sea, and a man in a python robe walked out from among them; he was also middle-aged, with slightly gray hair on his temples, an aquiline nose, and deep nasolabial folds, looking gentle yet sinister.

The head of the Song family, Song Wenjing, Marquis of Lecheng!

Seeing this, Fang Tianyu finally opened his eyes and chuckled, "Old Song, long time no see, you still like to act like a big shot."

"Fang Tianyu, I'm not here to reminisce with you."

Standing in front of the door, Song Wenjing spoke in a mellow, steady voice filled with uncontrollable anger, "I came to your house to avenge my nephew's blood debt!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the inner energy in his body surged, and his might was like the sea, pressing towards the man in front of him.

In the Song family, Song Dongyang is his biological son, and Song Canxing is the only son of his younger brother, who is a fourth-rank official in the Dali Temple.

However, he came here not because of this grudge, but because he received contact from the Yang Party: he has been told the truth, and now he is responsible for testing Fang Tianyu and warning the Fang family.

That is the order of a saint.

"A blood debt, you come to collect it?"

With a sneer, Fang Tianyu stretched out his finger and tapped him a few times, saying:

"You are an old man who is almost sixty years old. Are you going to collect the debt from my son in person?"

"Have you lived the first half of your life as a dog?"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"What do you mean by that?" Song Wenjing was not angry, but looked at him coldly.

"That is to say, his father took the responsibility for him. I have no control over what those juniors under you do to him, but if you have any problems, you can only come to me."

"Fang Tianyu, do you think I'm talking about a personal vendetta? He is guilty of murder, which is against the Dajin Law!"

Of course Song Wenjing wouldn't be stupid enough to be tricked by him, so he immediately spoke up to expose his plan.

Then he asked:

"I'm here to take him away."

"If you are still a minister of His Majesty and a pillar of our Jin Dynasty, you should sacrifice your relatives for the sake of justice and hand over Fang Xingyun."

"Or do you insist on shielding him?"

"Heh," Fang Tianyu snorted coldly, "No matter what he is, he is still my son. I won't let you take him away before I hear his explanation in person."

"You mean personal feelings are more important than the law?!"

"I never said that."

After a few verbal attacks, seeing that he was still standing outside the door, Song Wenjing felt a little troubled.

The current situation is that the tougher the Marquis of Xuanping behaves and the more resolute his attitude of shielding others is, the less suspicion the entire Fang family will have. If they have to kill someone, at most they can just kill Fang Xingyun and be done with it, and it will be a problem to punish others as well.

After all, during this period of time, all the dirty work was done by that little beast and his people from the Six Gates.

Sighing, Song Wenjing decided to reveal some of his cards and asked in a deep voice, "Years ago, Fang Xingyun went to Dingjun. He said he went to visit his fiancée, but what did he actually do? Do you know?"

"What does that have to do with the present?" Fang Tianyu frowned.

Looking at that stern look, Song Wenjing couldn't tell whether he was really stupid or just acting. Just when he was about to ask more in-depth questions, he suddenly heard a scolding:

"What are you all doing here?!"

Looking up, I saw a young man in brocade clothes walking out of the main gate, swaggering with an angry look on his face.

Upon seeing this, everyone from the Six Gates raised their guns and drew their swords, ready to attack, as if they were going to surround and capture him at the next moment.

Even Song Wenjing's aura became violent.

When he thought about how this person not only ruined his son's plan and killed him, but was now living a happy life by faking his death, he felt like he was about to explode with anger.

"The criminal Fang Xingyun..." "What criminal? Did the saint dismiss me?"

Hearing this address, Fang Xiwen interrupted directly and said, "I am clearly still in my original position and have not been convicted. Why do you dare to come and surround my house?"

"Your murder is so heinous, I can do whatever I want. What do you think?"

Suppressing the hatred in his eyes, Song Wenjing waved his sleeves and said, "Come here, take the criminal away!"

"Yes!!"

Following the order, all the people from the Six Gates stepped forward and took out their torture instruments to detain the man.

Fang Tianyu stepped in front of him, his robes fluttering, his tiger eyes full of murderous intent, and said, "Let's see who dares!"

"Marquis Xuanping, are you going to resist the order by force?"

“I…” “Don’t be like this.”

Fang Xiwen stepped forward, put his hand on the broad shoulder, shook his head and said, "I will go with them."

Fang Tianyu was stunned.

He saw debt, guilt, and many other things in those clear eyes.

It's clearly his incompetence as a father, so why would Fang Xiwen show such an expression?

"take away!"

While he was distracted, the detectives from the Six Gates rushed forward and took the criminal away.

From a distance, the young man surrounded by the crowd did not look back, so Fang Tianyu did not get any explanation.