Fairy, I really am a villain!

Weak and powerless, a feint?

Zhu Yiwu raised his hand as if they had agreed, exposing his throat, and stabbed and retracted his sword, and his head flew high!

"Ho ho-"

The man's scarlet gaze seemed to be engraved on his eyelids, and he could not get rid of it even until his consciousness faded.

Chapter 88 Am I really a villain?

thump.

Until Zhu Yiwu's head rolled down, the people in the inner courtyard were still unable to react.

This master of seven orifices... just died like that?

He was looked at by Feng Liujian, dodged a move, and then his head fell to the ground?

This is fucking, if you don't know, you would think that the Wind and Wandering Sword is the Seven Apertures...

When they met his gaze, most people noticed that something was wrong with him. His eyes were as red as blood, and although there was no cruelty in them, they seemed cold and distant.

Seeing this, Master Canglang stepped out with gritted teeth and bowed, "Brother Fang, you have worked very hard today, why don't you go to the west wing and rest now?"

"Ah."

Fang Xiwen nodded and put away his sword.

Seeing that he was still able to communicate, some people who were curious wanted to go up and hook his shoulders with a smile, "Young Master Fang, do you have any treasure that can absorb evil spirits——"

hiss!

With a noise, the busybody froze in place. The red sword was only an inch away from his right hand, bound by several silk threads, and he could not cut through it.

This guy really wants to kill someone...I can't even see how he draws the sword...

The air was filled with evil spirit, and the man fell to his knees with a thud, terrified to the point of peeing.

"Young Master, why do you have to get angry with this person?"

Jiang Xingchu seemed to have taken something from the house. She trotted over, put her arm around his, and said in a tender voice.

She looked at Fang Xiwen's scarlet eyes and her heart began to beat wildly.

The silly goose actually has this side...it's awesome!

This is how he should be!

When they worked together to destroy the Black Panther Hall, Jiang Xingchu discovered that they were actually the same kind, with the same degree of indifference to life.

But he was influenced by acquired factors, perhaps education, perhaps experience, or perhaps the people around him...his nature was blocked. This blockade was not strong, and his own strong killing intent and rich blood evil aura could be unlocked.

Jiang Xingchu knew what was going on, and while supporting him as he walked forward, he quietly lowered his head and glanced at the blood jade in the inner pocket of his clothes.

This is the thing that Zhu Yiwu had just communicated with using a secret method. It can not only store and transform "blood qi", but also output it using a special method.

She came here just for this thing; its utility was secondary; it was primarily a token, a symbol.

But it's different now.

By using this to continuously output bloody evil energy, Daitou E can remain in this state forever, and it will be completely impossible for him... to change back.

Seeing her being helped up, Fang Xiwen did not shake her off. He just glanced at her indifferently and continued walking towards the west wing.

With the power to cut off all seven orifices, even though everyone knew that he was not in good condition, they did not dare to speak loudly, but just gathered together and whispered.

One step, two steps, three steps... Jiang Xingchu hugged his arm, looked sideways, and found that the scarlet in his eyes was fading little by little.

She gently grasped the cold blood jade, and hesitated in a rare moment.

According to Fang Xiwen, after today's incident, the two should go their separate ways.

One is a demon cult witch, the other is a noble family son, with different goals and paths... Not only is there no reason for them to go together, Jiang Xingchu is also unwilling to be "inspired" by him. But now he is different.

This kind of indifferent and detached look is very suitable for Xinggong, with stars hanging high in the sky and a sea of ​​blood hanging upside down... Maybe he really is the natural heir.

"Why would Zhu Yiwu, a bastard, scold you?" "I'm worried, do you believe me?"

That gorgeous sword light flashed before his eyes again, through the misty clouds and the towering peaks. Even though he was badly injured, he still had to turn around to block it.

He is not that stupid. He must have taken action because he judged that not getting hurt would be more beneficial to the battle situation.

But, is there really time to react?

After a while, Jiang Xingchu pursed his lips, quietly let go of the blood jade, raised his head and showed a sweet smile: "Master, that sword is so handsome, thank you for saving me."

"No need."

Fang Xiwen broke free from her hand, and the bloodshot in his eyes faded a little.

This change was somewhat unexpected, so Jiang Xingchu leaned forward again without caring, his eyes slightly turning, "I'm serious. I'm not injured. When we get to the room, I'll give you another massage, okay?"

"No need." It faded a little.

"When the buffet starts again tonight, I actually secretly hid a few oranges and went back to peel them for the young master to eat..."

The obedient maid supported him and laughed all the way. When they reached the door of the west wing, the bloodshot in his eyes had completely disappeared, and he pulled his hand out without leaving a trace, "...I thought you would take advantage of the situation and sneak in."

"what?"

"I advise you not to have any bad thoughts," Fang Xiwen sighed and pushed open the door. "I don't know what will happen if you look at it like that."

"How could that be? I feel the most sorry for you, young master." Jiang Xingchu still smiled as he pushed his shoulders and walked inside. "Young master is seriously injured. I'm here to help you get your blood flowing."

...

...

After all, the Jiang family has a profound heritage, and the rooms used to entertain guests are also quite luxurious, with ink-and-wash screens and gilded stoves.

After Jiang Xingchu left, he sent away a few maids. When he was the only one left in the room, the man's face finally turned pale.

It's not because of the injury. Now the combination of the internal energy of the Book of Shocking World + the Eight-Nine Profound Art is simply the ultimate endurance... I don't know how these two internal skills that contain the meaning of all things can coexist.

He was terrified of the state of blood evil entering his body.

At that time, he did not lose his mind. Instead, he knew clearly what he was doing and what he was thinking. It was as if his aura was at an infinite height, unrestrained, and he even lost his reverence for life.

Just like the first time he killed someone, he was still feeling smug about being an "old player"...but that was a real person, not a game player.

"The Scarlet Emperor... can only be me. It can only be me." The man's hope was gone, and all that was left was gratitude.

Fortunately, there was Luo Qingni, who was able to slap him at the critical moment...

"call."

Thinking of her, Fang Xiwen breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down in the chair.

After a while, he called out the operation panel and selected [Summon the Azure Sword Immortal in the Spirit Realm].

The woman in green seemed to emerge from the air and stood there gracefully.

The swordsman saw through his doubts at a glance, waved his sleeves and said coldly: "I advise you not to ask anything."

"But I have guessed a lot of things... Am I really a villain in your world line?" Fang Xiwen blinked, as if asking, or as if talking to himself.

In fact, there is nothing to ask. You can tell from the sound of the Scarlet Emperor that he is not a good person. He kills with just one glance.

Damn it, how did I become like that?

"No comment." The sword immortal's oval face remained expressionless.

She really looks like Luo Qingni, delicate and beautiful, just like a lotus blooming in clear water, but her eyebrows and eyes have grown longer, and she looks more mature without makeup. Even the green clothes she wears are exactly the same.

"Forget it, can I ask what you like to eat?"

"?"

The swordsman was stunned, not quite understanding why the topic had jumped here.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen stood up and took out a piece of insulated Ubu and a few pieces of dry wood from the mustard ring. "The grilled fish on West Street is delicious. I asked them for the recipe of the spices and wanted to try making it myself.

I don’t know if it suits her taste…”

"?"

Although his expression was confused, the sword immortal actually understood a little bit.

He wanted to use this method to strengthen the relationship between "himself" and "the world" to avoid entering that state again, or increase the chances of "changing back".

In layman's terms, it means deepening the relationship...but why are you looking for me?!

“I, I think that even if it doesn’t taste good, she will definitely finish it with squinting eyes, but I still hope to see her really think it tastes good.

So, can you please try it?" The man blushed, clasped his hands together and lowered his head.

The sword immortal who was about to attack was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, countless scenes flashed through her mind and finally froze.

It was the pale golden Dharmakaya that suddenly appeared, suppressing all directions, and then slapped down with a palm -

Damn it, how did he become like this?

Seeing the tenderness between his brows and the shy expression with his head lowered, the sword immortal was unable to react for a moment and nodded his head as if possessed by a ghost. When he came to his senses, it was too late.

"Thank you!"

Fang Xiwen clapped his hands happily, then smiled broadly, began to spread out spices and various bottles and jars on the cloth, and started to make a fire.

Old Li’s brother-in-law’s grilled fish stall is on West Street, and he got these seasonings from him.

It wasn't exchanged with someone for a blind date, but a favor the stall owner sold to "Feng Liu Jian"...

This Ubu material is special and can prevent open flames to a certain extent, but it is a bit disappointing for making clothes as it is not heat-insulating.

Seeing that the fire was lit, Fang Xiwen stood up and opened the windows on all sides. He found that the sword immortal was looking at him straight, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Come to think of it, the first time I cooked for the silly girl, I cooked porridge outdoors, and she seemed to have the same expression at the time...

"puff."

"What are you laughing laughing?"

"I...I think of happy things."

Looking at the flames licking the fish's belly, the expression on the man's face gradually relaxed, as the uneasiness brought by the Scarlet Emperor slowly dissipated.