Fairy, I really am a villain!

It was rare to see Fang Qingxiao hate someone so much, so Fang Xiwen could only nod in agreement.

As if regretting losing her temper with her brother, Fang Qingxiao rubbed his face again and didn't let him go for a long time.

In fact, if you want to know the reason, it is in the Third Young Master’s memory. It is something that happened to the older generation.

These two men, who were originally close brothers, happened to fall in love with the same woman.

It would have been fine if the woman had not chosen anyone, but in the end she still married the eldest brother and had the third son.

"Sister, please take a look at what's inside. I'll go upstairs for a minute." Fang Xiwen was worried about the silly girl, so she went upstairs without thinking much and said casually.

"Ah."

He ran all the way up to the second floor and pushed open the door at the end of the corridor. The shadow servant sitting beside the bed nodded at him and left.

As if she heard some movement, the girl on the bed lifted the quilt, propped herself up, rubbed her eyes, and opened her arms toward the bed, "Hold me!"

"You really can't see?"

Fang Xiwen was hesitant for a while before walking over and hugging her gently.

"Because you are the only one who comes to see me." Luo Qingni hung on like a koala and said lazily.

"Do you feel better?"

"Except that I still can't see, everything else is fine." The girl rubbed his neck and smiled.

Looking closely, those eyes, which were once lively and clear, had lost their luster, like a pair of dead objects, just embedded there.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen let her go, sat down beside the bed, and said unhappily: "I don't know why you can still laugh, can't you see anything?"

"Anyway, Xiwen will take care of me..."

"Humph," Fang Xiwen was so angry that she laughed and pinched her face hard, "You parasite!"

"It's just a rice bug."

Although he was scolded, Luo Qingni still smiled sweetly... He didn't say he was unwilling.

Come to think of it, although he has always gone against my wishes since we met, he has never refused my request.

"So, what's going on with your sword intent?"

Grabbing her little hand, Fang Xiwen asked softly.

"Actually, I'm not very clear either," Luo Qingni paused, without hiding anything, and raised two fingers, "I have cultivated two kinds of Biluo Sword Intent."

"Two kinds?"

"Well, a sense of the sea tide, a sense of... I call it the sense of life and death."

As she spoke, the girl gestured with her free right hand, "One white and one black. I haven't tried the white one, but the black one... I killed ten people with just one sword."

She didn't go blind all of a sudden, it was a gradual process.

The girl thought again of the way those people died. Their faces turned pale from rosy in an instant, their facial features were distorted, and it seemed as if there were monsters living in their throats howling.

Luo Qingni's heart tightened and she bit her lips hard to stop herself from crying.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen glanced at the soaked pillow, thought for a moment, and gently hugged her again, "You did that to save me."

"Ah."

"You weren't even trying to protect yourself. If I wasn't down there, you would have turned and run."

"Right."

"So I was the one who killed that person." Fang Xiwen said calmly.

"I don't belong to this world. Except for those who care about me and whom I care about, no one else is considered a human being." This thought startled him.

"No, I'm not afraid of killing people..." Luo Qingni hugged his neck tightly and finally cried, "Maybe there are good people among those people? Do we have to kill them just because they are against us?

If we encounter such people in the future, will we also be killed?"

"Since you are ready to kill, you must also be prepared to be killed," Fang Xiwen gently hugged her and stroked her hair, "This is how the world is."

The silly girl was too kind. In order not to worry herself, she stayed alone after coming out of the secret realm. But she was not the kind of person who could hide things. Once she started talking, her emotions burst out.

“Uh, but, but——”

"And you've warned them, and I've begged them down there, but they're the ones who don't want to let us go," Fang Xiwen looked at her tearful face, his heart beating faster at an inappropriate time, "...If you're afraid, why don't you just become stronger?"

"Become stronger?"

Luo Qingni wiped the corners of her eyes and stopped crying. She never expected that he would give this answer.

"Killing is to eradicate the root of the problem, for fear of retaliation. But if you are strong enough not to be retaliated against, then you don't have to kill," Fang Xiwen said with a smile, "For example, if you are strong enough to suppress the world, then whether to kill or not is up to you, isn't it?"

"Suppress the world..."

After thinking for a long time, Luo Qingni became excited, hiccuped, and nodded vigorously.

Yes, as long as I am powerful enough that no one dares to mess with me, then I don’t have to kill people, right?

"Xiwen, you are so smart."

"Haha..." Fang Xiwen could more or less guess her simple thoughts, so he smiled bitterly and gently let her go.

"Where are you going? I haven't hugged you enough."

After being comforted, the heavy stone in her heart fell to the ground. Luo Qingni became happy again. She sat on the bed with a pout and her little hands stretched high.

We agreed that I can hold you as long as you want.

"Go to the bathroom."

He thought it was a good thing that Luo Qingni couldn't see it, so he quickly bent over and went out.

Chapter 65: No Going to the Fireworks Land (Please Read)

early morning.

Yunshui Inn, Luo Qingni's room.

“This is so delicious!”

The girl sat on the bed, with a small table in front of her where she could put her legs, enjoying being fed by others, her eyes narrowed into slits in comfort.

When feeding her the fifth bowl of millet porridge, Fang Xiwen reacted and put down the spoon with a stern face.

"Have you finished eating? This bowl is so small." Luo Qingni said with a pout, unaware.

"I suddenly remembered that you just can't see, but you can move," he sneered and knocked on the table, "How many days have I fed you?"

"...The weather is so nice and the sun is so bright." Luo Qingni turned her head to look at the wall, as if she didn't hear anything.

"eat by yourself!"

Fang Xiwen grabbed her little hand without any hesitation and stuffed the bowl and spoon into her hand.

He is that kind of person. If you can't do it yourself, no matter how difficult the task is, he will help you. But if you obviously have the ability but still need to rely on others, don't even think about it.

Seeing this, Luo Qingni was not going to stand it anymore. It had only been a few days since they could just eat, sleep, sleep and eat, and then hug each other.

She first carefully placed the bowl on the table, pouted her little mouth, and kicked the quilt while crying and making a fuss, "I want you to feed me, I want you to feed me!"

That silly look made Fang Xiwen laugh. He slapped the table and asked, "Miss Qingni, how old are you this year?"

"...Is five years old okay?"

"..."

"Oh, oh, hurry up! I'm starving."

...

...

After taking the table down and covering her with a small quilt, Fang Xiwen carried the bowl down the stairs and sat down on the first floor of the lobby.

The lobby still looked empty, with only three or four people living there, and one table was enough for daily meals.

The silly girl likes to act like a spoiled brat more and more recently, so she can't be spoiled. But I still fed her just now.

He reflected on it for a while, then took out the mustard ring given to him by his cheap father and sighed with mixed feelings.

The part that belonged to Fang Qingxiao had already been taken away by her. It consisted of several sword-fighting secrets and several summaries of experiences by sword masters.

But she didn't want to be influenced by other people's paths, so the summaries fell into his hands and he could study them when he had time.

As for the part given to Fang Xiwen, it’s really amazing.

At a glance, there were dozens of densely packed jade bottles of aphrodisiac pills, each with a label on it. Next to them were more than a dozen sets of clothes, all women's clothing.

Silk gowns, floor-length skirts with floral patterns, and even undergarments, as well as a host of matching accessories, hairpins, necklaces, and bracelets, all of which are of the finest design, workmanship, and materials.

Damn Third Young Master, you really know how to have fun.

In addition to these, there is also a secret humane treasure to assist in cultivation, two sharp swords, several stacks of talismans, etc., as well as a prop for communication.

Not to mention those love items, the things behind are really precious. If they give Ye Baiyu gold coins, he will be able to wake up with a smile at night.

One is a Scarlet Dragon Roar Sword, which fits well with the Emperor's swordsmanship; the other is called "Cang Ying", which can be used to confuse the mind. He likes both of these swords very much and wishes he could transform into Brother Dao Guang and wield both swords.

Thinking that he had to thank someone for taking something from them, he took out the communication prop and assembled it in the lobby with great effort.

It was a thing made up of a huge lotus base, three lotus lamps, and various agate gems. It did not require the injection of true energy. As soon as it was assembled, a round light lit up, and an illusory image gradually formed inside.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen ran upstairs and pulled out her sister who was still flipping through the sword manual in the room. The two of them sat next to each other and waited.

During this time, Fang Qingxiao got bored waiting and grabbed his hand to play with it again. She raised it up in the air and looked at it for a while, then nodded with satisfaction, "You've cut your nails. You're really obedient."

Suddenly, the image suddenly solidified, and a burly figure took shape. He turned around abruptly, wearing a sky-blue brocade robe and a jade belt around his waist. His eyes under his thick eyebrows were deep and unfathomable, and he looked intimidating without even getting angry: "Fang Xiwen!!"

"exist!"

"I heard you got it?"

"Yes!"

He answered as if he was undergoing military training, each word was short and powerful.

The Third Young Master was not really afraid of him; this was how the father and son communicated.

"This one looks like my son!" After staring at him for a while, Fang Tianyu suddenly laughed out loud, looking relieved. "If Qing Xiao hadn't asked you to have your soul examined, I wouldn't have believed it!"