Fairy, I really am a villain!

His voice was gentle and his tone was neither hurried nor slow, but he came between the two groups of people in a few steps. His robe swayed slightly, protecting the girls of Xinggong behind him.

"Who are you to dare to interrupt us?" The short Taoist boy hated people who pretended to be so arrogant. He immediately said angrily, "I understand. You are also a member of the demon sect, right? What a collusion!"

"Interesting. Xinggong treated them because he felt guilty, which is from a standpoint; I spoke for them because I was in collusion, which is from an action standpoint. Although it is a double standard, the final conclusion is that they are all evil."

Faced with the shouting, the man did not get angry. Instead, he spoke in detail like a teacher and finally chuckled.

Although he did not show any sense of oppression, several people including Li Tianxuan noticed that after this man appeared, the group of unruly witches stopped talking and all looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"Your Excellency is good at writing, but I wonder how many swords you can block with your sharp tongue?" The blue-clothed woman's eyes were slightly cold, "I advise you not to make mistakes."

Even though the person coming was from outside, she didn't show any good face, but just tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword. There was no such a strong man among them.

"...It seems I was wrong." After a moment of silence, Fang Xiwen smiled slightly, "It's not right to reason. You don't deserve it."

He stretched out his right hand and raised three fingers. "I'll give you three breaths to get out of here immediately, or I'll take action."

"How dare you attack us? Do you really not recognize this Taoist robe?" The short Taoist boy looked fearless.

Hearing this, Li Tianxuan did not retreat, but frowned and said: "Are you a newly promoted external scene? Do you know my master——"

To be honored as the eldest brother right after entering the sect, his master must be of great rank. But it was a pity that Li Tianxuan didn't finish his words.

As the word "Zun" came out, the other party's three fingers were completely clasped together to form a fist.

The wind in the valley suddenly stopped.

Arcs of electricity flashed in the air, and everyone was unable to react before their vision was filled with the instantly enlarged fist.

Bang bang bang bang!

The series of sounds almost merged into one. The man in green shirt swayed slightly but remained in the same place, as if he had done nothing. However, everyone was blasted into the mountainside like a cannonball.

The thick smoke and dust dispersed, and Li Tianxuan, who had just been so proud, was embedded in the rocks. His posture was as funny as a roasted shrimp - he was punched in the face and stomach - and his whole body was cracked with cracks like palm lines.

He had just been hit by a thunderous punch that broke his power. Not only was he seriously injured, but his brain even went blank for a short time.

After barely regaining consciousness, Li Tianxuan struggled to get himself off, took out a talisman from his arms, and was about to wave him away when the man opposite raised his hand and swung out a golden light from his sleeve.

chap!

A strong breath of death passed by, and Li Tianxuan froze in place. After a while, he slowly turned his head and looked at the long sword that was three inches away from his neck.

The sword blade was straight and cold, extinguishing all his thoughts. He watched helplessly as the witches surrounded him and left, then they knelt down, and the talisman in their hands fell to the ground.

Soon, a dark shadow covered him. It was Yan Shuyao in blue clothes.

This beautiful woman was also punched, her pretty face was swollen, her clothes were stained with blood, and she looked quite beautiful with a sense of desolation.

At this moment, the arrogance on her face had disappeared, but she was not angry either. She just stared at the long sword nailed to the mountain wall in a daze.

"Miss Yan?"

"No doubt about it, this is the Wang family's Mingde Zhishan Sword." Yan Shuyao turned her head suddenly, but found that the other party had already disappeared, so she turned her gaze back, "...it turned out to be him."

"Who?"

Hearing Li Tianxuan's trembling voice, she smiled inexplicably and said, "It's the 'villain' you mentioned who is seeking fame and reputation, Feng Liujian."

"It's actually him?! One day I will definitely... cough cough cough!" He was so angry that his healing energy went wrong and his inner energy was in chaos.

"Are you still not convinced?"

Shaking her head, Yan Shuyao said, "Based on the situation just now, even if Fang Xiwen killed us all on the spot, the sect would not do anything to him."

"how is this possible?"

"Don't you understand? In the battle in the Divine Capital, just the fact that the Gao family's strengths and weaknesses were exposed, his significance to the sect was different, not to mention his ability... Never mind."

Yan Shuyao was not a patient person, so she did not explain further and said, "Besides, this person has always acted uprightly and has a great reputation in the martial arts world. So even if he kills us, others will tend to think that it was us who did something wrong, not him."

As she was talking, she was suddenly stunned:

It has nothing to do with the behavior, just because the other party is a "good person", it is their fault - isn't this the so-called "position" that Fang Xiwen just mentioned?

Thinking of this, Yan Shuyao looked down at the long sword with golden light flowing, then touched her face that had been punched, pursed her lips, and actually smiled slightly: "Oh, aren't you being reasonable?"

There seemed to be a different kind of appreciation in her tone, and everyone was shocked for a moment. Thinking of the rumors about Feng Liu Jian, they immediately advised:

"Miss Yan, you can't be fooled by him! This guy must be doing this on purpose, a way to tease women!"

"No, he just hit you?!"

"That's enough," Yan Shuyao glanced at everyone and said in an unquestionable tone, "Young Master Fang is not that kind of person. He left this sword just to tell us this simple truth."

After saying that, she pulled out the Mingde sword from the mountain wall, then drew out her own sword and put the former into the empty scabbard. The two fit almost perfectly.

Seeing such a coincidence, Yan Shuyao's eyes lit up slightly, "I will go to your house to apologize soon. Bye now."

~~

At the same time, Fang Xiwen was being led into the valley.

"Uncle-in-law, uncle-in-law! Do you know the way? The Xing Palace is too big and I'm afraid you'll get lost. Can I hold your hand and lead you there?"

The girls were too enthusiastic. He was surrounded and sweaty. "Hey, didn't you agree to just lead the way? Where are you touching?"

Seeing this, Luo Qingni, who was standing beside him, was also filled with indignation. She immediately pushed hard towards him, pushing away the dirty little demon girls, "Why are you sticking so close to us? We can get over there by ourselves!"

"Oh, if we don't put it on now, there will be even less to put on when the young master comes. Sister Luo, please let us put it on!"

Relying on Jiang Xingchu's good relationship with her, the girls were all smiling.

"You are so shameless. Don't you have any modesty at all..." Luo Qingni softened a little after being called out. She hummed twice and then was squeezed around.

When the group was noisily walking halfway, Fang Xiwen suddenly stopped and said, "By the way, Xiaoxuan, send someone to bring back my sword."

Every wrong has its perpetrator, and he left the Mingde Sword there to show his identity, in order to prevent the young masters from making mistakes when they go back to file a complaint and implicate Xinggong.

"Okay, but that's the sword of my uncle, Xiaoxuan should go get it yourself," the girl winked at him, "I'll send it to your room later when my uncle is settled."

"Don't even think about it! Your abacus beads are jumping onto my face, I'm going to get them!" "Don't fight with me!"

Chapter 457 I'm Going to Force You

Deep in the valley, the door of Zhuguang Palace was ajar.

The girl who had been ordered to report stood outside the palace. After briefly explaining the matter, she waited in silence for instructions, her breathing becoming very low.

The young master doesn't like to be disturbed when he is handling official business, so even if Qixing comes, he will have to wait outside the door.

After a few breaths, Jiang Xingchu's calm voice rang out: "It's OK as long as there is no fighting. Go and ask Xiaoxuan to withdraw the people, and release the people in the sentry tower outside. You don't have to worry about this matter."

"Yes."

After the subordinates took the order and left, Jiang Xingchu put down the pen in her hand, supported her cheek with one hand and thought. She soon had an idea.

There were two ways to deal with these troublesome Taoist disciples: a quick one and a slow one. She preferred the former, but some people might be unhappy if she did so.

Just when she was about to send a message to ask, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the hall, coming closer and closer.

"So fast?" Jiang Xingchu frowned slightly.

"Well, it's been taken care of."

"How to deal with... huh?"

Hearing this slightly smiling tone, she paused and turned her head to look. She saw a pair of slender fingers touching the door of the palace, followed by a handsome face, and the other hand gently waved:

"Good afternoon, my dear Saint Lady."

"...Yeah." She was suddenly at a loss, and subconsciously withdrew her gaze, staring at the table in front of her, paused before nodding.

——I can’t understand why she is so happy?

"Can I come in?" Fang Xiwen asked.

"please."

After getting permission, he lifted his robe and sat next to Jiang Xingchu. He didn't say anything, but just admired her flawless face from a close distance.

Perhaps it was because they could communicate in time, which reduced the sense of distance, so it didn't seem to matter that they couldn't see each other;

But now that they met, he realized that he missed her so much that he even found it troublesome to talk to her. He just wanted to hug her and feel her warmth.

However, the Saint Lady's attitude seemed very normal.

After looking at him twice, Jiang Xingchu turned his face back and said, "You came pretty quickly."

"Why do you have such a sullen face? Are you unhappy to see me?" He moved forward a little and smelled a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose.

When he looked down, he realized that Jiang Xingchu was actually wearing pajamas, which were moon-white and embroidered with pear blossoms. A few buttons were left undone, and the exposed skin looked moist, as if she had just taken a shower.

"No," she pulled the corner of her clothes, "You came here without saying a word, and all my preparations last night were in vain."

"what to prepare?"

"Forget it if you can't tell." Jiang Xingchu smiled.

She didn't look angry, and she didn't say anything even though they were so close... Fang Xiwen looked her up and down and said with a smile, "Are you blaming me for not giving you time to dress up? Come on, my Xingchu looks good in anything she wears."

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu raised the corners of his lips, smiled brilliantly, and stretched out his hand to pinch his ear, "At least you have some good sense, and you deserve your reputation as a playboy in the martial arts world. Humph."

As soon as this slightly cold snort was heard, Fang Xiwen suddenly realized that everything had come back.

If he hadn't been able to answer just now, she would have felt that he didn't care about her; now that he had answered, she suspected that he was using some tricks that he had used to coax other women.

She always has a reason to be angry anyway.

So he no longer hesitated, and pulled Jiang Xingchu in his arms, whispering, "I miss you so much."

There was no resistance at all, the soft body seemed to melt into his arms, and the whole weight of the person leaned on him.

"I don't believe it," she hugged him back forcefully, "You and Luo Qingni are living together, so it's weird that you would miss me. Just saying it with your mouth...well..."

Having learned his lesson just now, he naturally would not give Jiang Xingchu another chance to get angry. With a burst of attack, he successfully made her swallow back her words of protest.

After the tenderness, Fang Xiwen gently let her go, wiped off the lipstick on her lips, and smiled: "Although it tastes good, I still want to say... I really don't like eating this."

"Who told you to be so impatient?"

With a red face, Jiang Xingchu took out a handkerchief and wiped it. Then his eyes turned, as if he had an idea.

A hand was placed on his shoulder. The Saint Lady raised her body slightly and pinched his chin condescendingly. "Not only that, you've also gotten into trouble. Do you know where this is?"

She raised her chin and motioned Fang Xiwen to take a good look at the decoration of Zhuguang Hall. The latter was confused.