Fairy, I really am a villain!

Jiang Xingchu carefully put away the two notebooks, concealed all his expressions, and said softly:

"But unfortunately, I am far better than him in this respect."

"Tell me, what did you do to Fang Xiwen in Jiangzhou?"

"If you can't explain it clearly in three breaths, I will kill you."

In an instant, a murderous intent descended, and the energy exploded like a storm. The bronze mirror shattered instantly, and the goddess was half-forced to reveal her figure, as if she was locked by something, and her whole body was strangely nailed in the air.

At this moment, her breathing was disordered, and her body was filled with a strong aura of death. There was even blood dripping from her sleeves, and there was a terrifying sword intent mixed in the blood.

“Three, two, one…” “See for yourself.”

Facing her threat, the goddess simply revealed an indescribable smile on her face, and a stream of light popped out casually, and the picture flowed into Jiang Xingchu's sea of ​​consciousness like water.

The Cao Gang, the civil uprising, the black tide, the Dharma image, and those roaring questions—

'How old was Jiang Xingchu when you rebelled against Xinggong?'

"How many times has she been looked down upon because of you? She went from being a little princess to being hated by everyone overnight. Do you think she is a bastard from outside? ! "

"You are worse than a beast!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the usually gentle face showed a hint of rage. While he was questioning, a group of gang members lowered their heads like quails. The powerful aura not far away was still lingering in the air, but the long swords at their waists had long been sheathed.

"Wow, Brother Xiwen is so handsome~" Jiang Xingchu paused for a moment, but soon smiled and said, "You brought him here specially? Did I misunderstand..." "Cry if you want to."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xingchu's expression suddenly froze on his face.

"He's the one you're waiting for, right? Not only can he accompany you on your journey, but he can even empathize with you when you were a child... The only shortcoming is that he came too late."

"...That was our childhood wish."

Jiang Xingchu bit his lips hard and his body trembled.

It was like a shell that had been buried somewhere in the past and that I had long forgotten about, but someone remembered to dig it out and hold it in front of me with both hands.

"Too late?" She wiped her eyes gently and smiled, "For you?"

"for you."

Shaking her head, the goddess sighed, "But there is no way to advance it further, after all, he broke through time and space in the same year."

"He really isn't..." Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu wasn't surprised at all, but his eyes turned cold, "Who else knows?"

"Want to silence him? No need, they are just old guys. Besides, with his current status and position, no one can do anything to him even if he is really a demon from outside the domain."

At this point, the goddess showed a playful smile, "But if it is true, what are you going to do?"

"What should I do? He is my man first, and everything else second. Asking such a stupid question."

Looking at the guy in front of her who had almost never wavered, the goddess was a little dazed, and in a trance she recalled the conversation with the sword immortal.

"She's a hundred times stronger than me, but she's definitely more qualified to live than me..."

It's time too.

"You are really in love," the goddess who was nailed in the air smiled, "How are you going to thank me? If I hadn't done something wrong, you might not have met him until now."

"That's right..." Jiang Xingchu pinched his chin and thought for a while, then drew a few star lines and smiled: "As a reward, I'll give you a quick death, okay?"

"Ah..."

Looking at the lights flickering on the star line below, the goddess slowly closed her eyes, raised her white neck, and showed a smile of relief on her face, just like when she was in the spiritual realm at the beginning.

Although she was not on good terms with the Sword Immortal, she actually admired her a little: she admired her calmness in facing the past and her courage to move forward.

Unlike her, every time she saw Jiang Xingchu's happy look, all she could think about was her past self. Countless resentment and jealousy filled her chest, as if they would jump out at any time.

The goddess no longer had the courage or rationality to continue watching. She would definitely go crazy.

Fortunately, she was able to get a quick relief before that.

Looking up, Jiang Xingchu pulled the star line tight.

Zheng! !

The strings of the zither suddenly sounded, and the body of the goddess seemed to be struck by lightning. Her whole body tensed for a moment, and then she seemed to lose all her strength and fell rapidly from the air.

During this time, her eyes were tightly closed and she did not move at all.

Reaching out to catch her before she landed, Jiang Xingchu looked at her familiar features and chuckled:

"You've let go of all your defenses... You really are determined to die. Tsk tsk, this jealous look is exactly like me."

"However, you are not allowed to die now, because I have thought of how to thank you..."

People are still there

Update tomorrow.

I've been very busy recently and only had time to write tonight. But I didn't feel like it and couldn't finish anything for a long time... Sorry, sorry.

Chapter 454 Peach Blossom and Strange Fragrance

The next day at noon, Longchuan, Huaiyang city.

It was the morning market season and the city was bustling with activity. Many cruise ships were entering and exiting the city gates along the canal, carrying boatloads of people and bustling crowds.

One of the ships lowered its mast and slowed down just after entering the South City Gate, then pulled ashore with the help of a tow rope.

Among the passengers who got off the boat, there were several young men and women with outstanding looks. They walked together for a short distance along the shore before parting ways at the fork in the street:

"Brother Fang, you really don't want to climb with us?"

A young man dressed as a scholar spoke with regret, pointed at the distant mountains with his folding fan, and said:

"Now it is June, the time when 'the trees are full of red, and the branches are ablaze with spring'. Not to mention that the Peach Blossom Festival on Tianyu Mountain only happens once a year. It would be a pity to miss it."

"We'll talk about it later when we have a chance," Fang Xiwen shook her head at him, tugged at the silly girl beside her, and said with a smile, "My wife doesn't like places that are too high, and I can't leave her alone."

"In this case, let's say goodbye..."

The few of them just met by chance and happened to get along well on the boat. At this time, they would not force it and just left after a few greetings.

As soon as these people left, Luo Qingni nudged him lightly with her elbow and snorted, "You're the one who's afraid, why are you pushing it onto me?"

"Because I want to save face."

"Then what does 'my wife' mean? Are you trying to indirectly say that I'm stupid?"

"How could you think that?"

"Then explain it to me clearly."

After confirming several times, and seeing that her education level was really so low, Fang Xiwen carefully explained to her, "...It's just a humble way of addressing one's wife. It doesn't have any bad meaning."

"Humph..."

After staring at him for a while, Luo Qingni confirmed that he was not lying, and her face turned slightly red.

You can't just listen to this and forget about it!

"Who, who is your wife? You just take advantage of me!"

"Then teach me how to say it?"

"No matter, I haven't entered your house yet!" Luo Qingni stretched out her hand in front of him and said confidently: "Take out the betrothal gifts first, otherwise you won't be allowed to talk about it in the future."

“Okay, then I won’t say it again…” “You dare?!”

Before he finished speaking, Luo Qingni grabbed his collar anxiously, "What do you mean?"

"Just as you wish."

"I didn't say—"

Just as she was about to explain, Fang Xiwen slapped his mustard seed ring on her palm and said seriously, "Well, this contains all my belongings, and I'll give it to you as a betrothal gift. Come, let me put it on you."

"I don't want these from you."

Feeling embarrassed by his little action of putting the ring on her finger, Luo Qingni returned the mustard ring to him with a red face, and twisted her fingers one by one, "Dowry, I want you to never bully me with your skills, never look down on me with all kinds of reasons, and cook for me every day..."

"uh-huh?"

"I will only marry you if you agree to all of these." Her voice became smaller and smaller.

"Wow, you married a good-for-nothing..." "Say it again, say it again!"

While they were fighting, the two had walked some distance on the street.

Blocking Luo Qingni's fist, he took out a map and looked at the location, then turned left and right and entered an alley. The scenery here was very strange.

There were nameless trees planted inside and outside the alleys. They were more than one meter tall, and their crowns were covered with pink and white flowers with eight petals and stamens. The branches and leaves were so lush that they could protrude from the courtyard wall and extend their branches across the heads of passers-by.

A gust of wind blew, and many petals fell down, emitting a strange fragrance.

"What are we doing here?" "Shh..."

Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, Fang Xiwen pulled her to his side, blocked all the petals, and stood there observing for a while.

Judging from the intensity of the fragrance, the source should be in the middle of the alley. He used his divine sense to scan back and forth several times, but apart from these strange trees, he could not see anything else unusual.

"Qingni, let's go back... ok?"

Turning his head and meeting Luo Qingni's gaze, he saw that the latter's pretty face was flushed, with a hint of tears in her eyes, and she pursed her lips as if she was restraining something.

popping.

"what!"

After being patted twice on the face, Luo Qingni's eyes widened immediately, "How many times has this happened? You touched my face again!"

"You looked very wrong just now."

"What's wrong?" She paused and whispered, "No, it seems that..."

"What do you want to do when you look at me like that?"

"I want to kiss you..." "Yes, it's a drug."

After clapping his hands, Fang Xiwen frowned and whispered, "No wonder I always felt that Longchuan had changed so much. It turns out that someone was playing tricks on me."

The last time he came to Xinggong was in winter. The scenery at that time was "the blue mountains are covered with snow, and the southern sky is bright with candlelight". There were snow-covered peaks, exquisite copper-painted hand warmers, and Jiang Xingchu's shawl that looked like a little fox.