Fairy, I really am a villain!

~~

On the way to the dungeon, Luo Wenlong walked beside him and said coldly:

"When you stepped on me that day, did you ever think of this day?"

"How dare you come out from behind Fang Tianyu? Aren't you afraid that we will beat you to death along the way?"

"Um?!"

The power of heaven and earth surged, as if to force him to kneel down and crawl, but Fang Xiwen was not affected at all. He just stretched out his index finger, smiled and pointed at the sky:

"Do you think the Demon Slaying Formation is just a decoration?"

"The criminal hand-picked by the saint died on the way. Whose face should be slapped?"

"If you want to exchange your life with mine...haha, do you think you deserve it?"

Seeing his sarcastic tone, Luo Wenlong was furious and even wanted to kill him on the spot, but he suppressed himself in the end.

...Calm down, there's no need to bother with the dead.

"Mr. Fang has a good temperament and good methods," Song Wenjing said, seeming to be very elegant, "but I don't know where did he learn such a vicious mind?"

Seeing that he was trying to test her, Fang Xiwen laughed again, but did not answer. He just stretched his hand into the air and said:

"I heard that Song Jiangyue of the Song family is a man of great talent. Not only is he well-versed in poetry and prose, he also knows how to march and deploy troops, and his own cultivation is also quite good."

"Much better than his brothers. Marquis Lecheng will be blessed in the future."

"But you have to protect this well, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he made a crushing gesture with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Song Wenjing's face instantly darkened. Knowing that the little beast had guessed his intention, he simply shut up.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen uttered a "huh" and his expression gradually subsided.

Until the moment of confrontation before the emperor, he would not say anything and remained silent.

~~

"boom!!"

After slamming the fence shut and putting a rusty lock on the door, the man with the word "prison" written on the back of his clothes walked out, and the damp footsteps in the corridor became smaller and smaller.

Fang Xiwen was thrown into the dungeon.

Standing in the cell and looking around, he felt that the place looked more and more familiar, and then he realized what was happening and laughed.

No wonder he had a sense of déjà vu when he was reading the memories in the Blood God Stone - now that he was there in person, he saw that the place where the Emperor was imprisoned was actually the dungeon in the God's Capital.

"It's a pity it's not the same room."

He piled up the straw in the corner, sat down on it, and leaned against the cold wall to think.

The biggest gain from this trip into the spiritual realm, apart from the Blood God Stone, was that memory: Just as he had thought, the Emperor had failed the soul test and suffered a great punishment.

However, it is a bit strange that in the second memory, the sword master was already at the end of his strength after the fight, but he did not kill anyone. It seems that this is a kind of revenge of "returning a blow in his own way".

Just as the Sword Master wanted him to "live miserably in the world", the Emperor's revenge was similar.

"So, the Sword Master of the Divine Court should still be alive?"

"After Qing Xiao and I confirmed our feelings, the Sword Master's Contract [peeled off]. "

"Is this part of the Emperor's revenge?"

Thinking of this, Fang Xiwen's expression became a little interesting.

Just ask, what would the bloodless, tearless, ruthless and loveless sword master think when he wakes up and sees Fang Qingxiao now?

Is it jealousy? Is it anger? Or is it indifference?

Seeing yourself in a parallel universe loving and understanding each other with your mortal enemy, and even doing this and that... even if you are calm, you will have a reaction.

When Fang Xiwen first met the Sword Fairy, she was particularly impressed by her pale face and the expression that made her want to vomit.

From a bystander's perspective, such revenge is very exciting, with no one interfering, and it seems both naturally insulting and extremely powerful - the result is that the sword fairy's defense is broken, and the goddess tries to kill and take his place.

The results were remarkable, but it was very painful for him.

Firstly, his relationship with the girls became an invisible tool for revenge. Secondly, the Emperor was dead, and the remaining souls of the past could no longer seek revenge on him, so all the hatred fell on him.

Unfortunately, as the beneficiary, Fang Xiwen could neither say anything about the legitimacy of the Emperor's revenge nor disobey the arrangements he left behind.

If he wants the contract and the Blood God Stone, he has to "revenge" one by one like this; thinking this way, the Sword Immortal and Sword Master's gang should be in a similar situation.

He calculated everyone's heart, including his, and set up a trap to trap everyone:

The result of this game could be the continuation of hatred, for example, the sword master still insists on killing him;

It is also possible that because of him, "oneself" and "oneself" would fight each other, like Jiang Xingchu and Tiannv;

It may also be about letting go of the past and reconciling with oneself, like the earliest sword immortal.

But no matter what the result is, no matter it is repentance, anger, hatred or reflection, the emperor's purpose of revenge will be achieved, and he will become the most loyal executor, taking all the blame.

"I am such a piece of shit," he cursed in his mind.

"Bang bang!"

Just as he had gathered his thoughts, a lantern lit up in front of the cell and slowly moved towards him;

Someone shook the fence and whispered:

"Mr. Fang, long time no see."

Chapter 395 I Must Marry

In the dark and damp dungeon, the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

A lantern appeared in front of the fence, illuminating the mottled blood rust on it. The pole of the lantern was held steadily in the hands of a thin man.

As he came closer, a smile appeared on his face and he said:

"Sir, do you still remember me?"

"You met me once before when you came to pick up your brother from prison."

As he spoke, the man raised the lantern, illuminating his own handsome face, which looked like a scholar.

"Xue Xinren, Xue the jailer, I accepted your favor last time, and I will never forget it."

After laughing, Fang Xiwen patted his butt and stood up, took a few steps forward, and asked directly: "Who does the jailer work for?"

"What do you think, Master?"

"If I had to guess, you haven't made any moves since the two parties have been fighting for so long. Instead, you came to me after I had a falling out with the court and was imprisoned... Could you be someone from the sect?"

Hearing this, Xue Xinren's wrist holding the lantern stiffened, and he smiled calmly, "You have already guessed it?"

"If I were someone who gets dizzy when being called Young Master, it wouldn't be Master Xue's turn to approach me, right?" Fang Xiwen seemed very relaxed and joked, "If it was a beautiful lady, I might have been fooled."

Seeing him acting like this, Xue Xinren was a little unsure for a moment.

As expected, Feng Liujian should be in a state of panic at this time, and he should have to accept the help extended by the sect even if he didn't want to, so that they could make some requests and exchanges.

However, looking at the current situation, it is unlikely that they can provide timely assistance, as the person obviously has other plans, but they cannot miss this opportunity.

His mind raced, and he stopped smiling. He took a half step forward nervously, took something out of his sleeve, and asked, "Do you recognize this?"

On the slightly whitish joint, there was an exquisite octagonal formation plate.

There are many complicated array patterns carved on it, and light flows like water along the patterns, slightly illuminating the surroundings.

"This is the Minglei Array Plate."

Recognizing them, Fang Xiwen raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you from the Shenji Sect?"

He has several things like this, which he exchanged for merits from the treasury of the Six Gates a long time ago. The principle is that part of the formation is miniaturized and sealed inside. The user only needs to construct the remaining part by himself to activate the formation.

This array disk is very practical in battle. It has a fast activation time, a large range and great power, but it requires a certain level of attainment in array formations from the user.

"That's right," Xue Xinren admitted frankly, and seemed to choose his words carefully before adding, "We are willing to help save you, but before that, we would like to hear your views on the sect and the court."

He was not stupid, so he could naturally see the intention of Fang Xiwen's actions during this period, and knew that he did not want to involve his own family members.

Although this is human nature, from the perspective of the sect, they naturally do not want to save someone who may defect to the court in the future, so they would try this.

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen touched his chin and said:

"Let me put it this way. In my opinion, you are a bit like the imperial court. You are so arrogant and you want to suck the blood of the people."

"Moreover, some of them seem particularly bad, such as Mie Tian Men and the sons of powerful people like Yang Tianxiu."

"For me personally, there is no difference between the two sides. There are people I hate and people I care about in both the sect and the court."

Clapping his hands, he continued, "I won't kill everyone with one blow. My abilities are limited. At least at this stage, I will only kill those who I think deserve to die. I can't control other things."

“I wonder what the answer is?”

Seeing him lay it out so clearly, Xue Xinren felt even more insignificant about himself and the Shenji Sect.

'...How many people did he affect? ​​Even this righteous sect doesn't care?'

After a long while, he put down the lantern and saluted, "I will convey your meaning truthfully."

"Well, please."

"I will contact you tomorrow, sir. Goodbye."

Watching the lights fade away, Fang Xiwen sat back in his seat.

~~

There is no extra light in the dungeon, and even the passage of time depends on one's own sense of body.

After adding another stroke on the wall, Fang Xiwen estimated that he had been locked up for three days; no matter how patient and positive his attitude was, he felt a little anxious in such an environment.

No one from the Fang family came to visit him during these three days, which was good news for him. He thought that the Fang family's suspicion had been cleared.

In his absence, the responsibility for coordinating these tasks probably fell on Li Muyu, and so far he seems to be doing a good job.

"Tread, tread, tread."

Suddenly, crisp footsteps were heard in the corridor. It didn't sound like the jailer who brought him sewage and meals every day, so Fang Xiwen frowned.