Fairy, I really am a villain!

Fang Xiwen reached out and pulled her over, knowing that she would be pissed to death if she continued talking.

Then he began to practice his skills, exhaled and started to chant, his voice spread throughout the city:

"Everyone, I am just an ordinary person. I just saw injustice and did what I could."

"I appreciate your kindness, but I have something important to do, so I'll take my leave now!"

After leaving two brief sentences, they set up their escape lights and disappeared into the sky before the light from the horizon arrived.

Not long after they left, people began to get up from the ground one after another.

"Old Liu, that voice..." A dusty worker stood up, staring blankly at the sky, and said in disbelief, "Is it Mr. Wen San?"

"The tone of voice is similar, the tone of voice is similar, there's no doubt about it, it's him."

The man who was being addressed wiped his eyes and also looked up, "I didn't expect that a person as great as San Ye would still care about the lives of people like us. When I was watching the dock for him, San Ye even treated me to a meal."

"Yes, he takes care of things that the court doesn't care about; he saves people that the court doesn't save..." "Hey, it turns out that the Third Master is a wanted criminal of the Six Gates. This world is really going to end."

~~

"This is?"

Fang Xiwen, who was flying in the air, suddenly felt something, stopped, and looked down at his palm.

He felt something rushing over like a current of air, so he used his divine sense to guide them to gather together.

Soon, these colorless and formless things gathered in his palm and interacted with the Huangji Jingshi Book in his body, transforming into bright yellow energy of heaven and earth.

He was very familiar with this thing, which was commonly known as "dragon energy", that is, the power of humanity.

When he was confused, the cold voice of the Sword Immortal rang in his ears at the right time:

"You saved the people of the city, and with what you did before... well, they should be willing to make you their king."

"Just like the resentment accumulated in Zhoushan for thousands of years, although the power of each individual is small, when gathered together, it can cause changes in the world."

"Things like incense and shrines... that's a bit far-fetched, as long as you understand what I mean."

"I see." Fang Xiwen nodded, took out a blood god stone, sealed the gathered dragon energy inside, and said with a smile: "It's an unexpected surprise."

"Ah."

"why are you laughing?"

"If you only use the Imperial Scriptures as your foundation, these human powers can fill most of your acupoints and are enough for you to ascend to the next level. This spontaneously generated heaven and earth energy is more precious than any natural treasures."

After a brief thought, Fang Xiwen shook his head and said, "That's right, but the cultivation of the power of humanity is also very troublesome. Instead of going around to compete for prestige and reputation, it's better to..."

Although he stopped there, the sword immortal still heard the hidden meaning and sneered, "Why not find some women to practice with? That's right, after all, you are still a man."

"What are you talking about? I didn't say anything."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the Sword Immortal had a lot of opinions about him, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Speaking of which, this Blood God Stone has many uses. Can it store things like blood evil, residual images, and the vitality of heaven and earth from the beginning?"

"Nonsense, of course I have done it before."

"Oh, so I have talents like refining weapons?"

"It was not made by the Emperor himself," he seemed to be able to see the Sword Immortal rolling his eyes, "He borrowed someone else's hands."

"Who is it? That kind of person still has friends?"

"Would you like to introduce yourself?"

The Sword Immortal taunted him with a slightly amused remark, and said thoughtfully, "You can be considered as the Emperor's best friend. Although you two treat each other like enemies in this life... Oh, I made a mistake."

"Can you please finish what you are saying?"

"Ha..." The woman yawned loudly and chuckled twice. "I'm a little tired after consuming too much energy. Let's talk later if you have anything to say."

After all, there was only one voice at the beginning, and Fang Xiwen had no way to deal with it once she shut up.

Seeing this, Luo Qingni came over and asked curiously, "What are you mumbling to yourself again?"

"Nothing." Fang Xiwen narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. "Come closer and pinch your face for me."

"how?"

"I'm a little angry."

"Who provoked you? Why are you bullying me...mmmm..."

Chapter 453 Jiang Xingchu and the Man in the Mirror

The mountains that stretched out like the backs of animals sank into the twilight. A few meteors with tails streaked across the sky. The night in Longchuan gradually deepened.

As the most powerful force here, Xing Palace still had lights on in many places, such as the Zhuguang Hall, which was specifically used to handle all matters of the sect.

The side hall is a girl's boudoir, with carved window lattices, pink and white curtains, an ancient zither with a phoenix pattern, and a small stove inlaid with gold, exuding a delicate feeling unique to a girl's home everywhere.

The firelight on the rosewood table was as small as a bean, and the lamplight cast a slender figure on the wall. The figure had hair like a waterfall, and his posture was lazy. He was reading a folded document in his hand.

"It's been so long since there was a response, something must have gone wrong with the Demon Girl Sect..."

Jiang Xingchu muttered something, then put the letter away and yawned. As his mind moved, lines of text from the group chat flashed before his eyes:

[Saint Girl 1.80m tall: Where have you been? ]

[Head of the Household: I think he will be there by noon tomorrow.]

[Saint Girl 1.80m tall: Why are you so slow? ]

[Head of the Household: Because I went there by boat. Oh, you missed me so much? ]

"Tsk."

Thinking of Fang Xiwen's smug expression, she curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

It can be said that what he said was right. Jiang Xingchu now really had an inexplicable sense of anxiety, and this feeling had been looming for several months - it started after he learned that he and Luo Qingni were often together.

To put it bluntly, the question that the Saint Lady is concerned about is whether the man with the surname Fang was eaten?

Even though the bastard had promised her that day, she really didn't think Fang Xiwen could resist that kind of temptation... A few months would be enough for those two to try out all the tricks!

Even though she convinced herself that "Luo Qingni came here first after all" and did this mental preparation for a long time, she was still very unhappy in the end.

I allowed him to be unfaithful, but the first one he chose was not me... Is this reasonable?!

Boom!

With one punch, the objects on the table and Jiang Xingchu's eyebrows jumped. She took a deep breath and her expression became calm.

After all, this kind of mood can never be brought to the table and talked about.

[Saint Girl 1.80m tall: Who cares about you? I just want to see Xiaoqing sooner. ]

[Qing Ni is hungry: Me too, me too! I might as well just leave Xiwen on the boat and fly over there myself.]

[Saint Lady 1.80m: Okay, okay~ Come to think of it, why didn't you just fly from the beginning... Oh, your problem hasn't been cured yet? ]

[Head of the Household: It’s OK for short distances, but it’s a bit too much for long distances. ]

[Qing Ni is hungry: What are you afraid of when I am with you! If you really fall, I will definitely catch you. ]

【Head of the Household: That’s not the question...】

Judging from the chat records, they seemed to be no different from before, so Jiang Xingchu felt relieved. He casually agreed with a few words and then closed the group chat.

"Tomorrow at noon. Humph, this kid finally fell into my hands again."

"Once we step into the mountain gate, he won't be able to run away... Hmm, what clothes should I wear to meet him..."

As his thoughts raced, Jiang Xingchu's lips curled up and his tone unconsciously became cheerful. For a moment, he lost all desire to sleep. Fortunately, he went to the next room and brought over a pile of clothes and began to try them on one by one.

Soon, the bronze mirror in the room reflected a picturesque scene:

The moon-white silk skirt trailed on the ground, and she wore a light-colored jacket on the outside, and her slender waist could be held in one hand;

Her black hair was tied up in a bun, and a hairpin was casually inserted upward, just like a colorful butterfly flying diagonally from her hair. Looking down, a pair of extremely gentle eyebrows and eyes, like distant mountains and misty waves, seemed to be about to speak but could not.

It was as if even the woman in the mirror had come to life, with her eyebrows and lipstick done in various ways, and after looking around, she pursed her lips with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Jiang Xingchu raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and his eyebrows instantly frowned.

The woman in the mirror was still smiling.

With the bronze mirror as the dividing line, two women, with even the exact same makeup, now looked at each other, one gentle while the other indifferent, one smiling while the other sneering.

"When Fang Xiwen asked me those questions, I guessed it was you," Jiang Xingchu took a half step back and looked at her, "Why are you here now?"

"Guess again?" The goddess smiled.

"As expected, you can see our chat history... No, you can even say that you are the one 'sending the message'. No wonder he is so roundabout."

Hearing this, Tiannu's face showed a trace of astonishment, "...You mean, he has always been on guard against me?"

Soon she realized something and turned to glance out the window, only to see that the mountain protection formation covering the sky had lit up one after another, and various formation patterns were being pulled in an indescribable form.

These vague connections converged into one place, and fell into Jiang Xingchu's clenched right hand in front of her. She could deliver this thundering blow at any time.

"Are you surprised?"

"Hmm," the goddess' expression quickly recovered, she raised her eyebrows towards the window, and said with a half-smile, "The formation is progressing very quickly."

“Who made me have a good teacher?”

As he spoke, Jiang Xingchu took out two booklets and placed them on the desk, stroking the covers with his slender fingers, his expression gentle and his eyes as clear as water.

Looking down, the goddess saw the titles of the two books: "Basic Principles of Formation" and "Practical Operation Skills of Formation"

"After seeing your Three Paths Formation that day, my brother Xiwen secretly prepared this, fearing that I would be trapped in your formation again one day."

"Here are all his insights into formations, right?"

"He also knew that I might not have much energy to study, so he wrote down the various manipulation methods in great detail to ensure that I would be safe at least in the mountain gate."

"Hate it, he likes me too much, doesn't he?"

"......" The goddess withdrew her gaze from the book, her eyes flickered, and she remained silent.

"You've put so much thought into it," Jiang Xingchu stretched out his hand and pulled his face, smiling, "but he doesn't even bother to look at you. It must be very uncomfortable, right?"

"How selfish of you, Jiang Xingchu."

"Selfish? It's because his love is too heavy."