Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The Palace Master's voice was not concealed, as if he wanted Tong Xiyuan to hear it on purpose.

Daozun Xuan's expression changed slightly, and when he was about to cast a spell to defeat the monster, he caught a glimpse of Tong Xiyuan's struggling and worried expression out of the corner of his eye.

He was startled. Who was his disciple worried about?

In the blink of an eye, the Palace Master had already turned around and created a thick evil spirit that was aimed at the brow of Xuan Zhi Dao Zun, and said arrogantly: "Don't look at him, he will only choose me."

[Dao Zun! ]

In the void, an anxious and panicked voice came from afar, [Lingxiao Sect is in great trouble, please come and help!]

The action of Xuan Zhi Dao Zun swinging his sword paused in the air for a moment. He quickly made a decision, flew into the air and retreated several meters, and said solemnly to Tong Xiyuan: "Wait for me."

After saying this, he turned around and disappeared in the direction of Lingxiao Sect.

"Tsk." The Palace Master withdrew his hand, a hint of satisfaction at having succeeded flashed across his eyes, but he did not chase after him.

He naturally knew what had happened to Daozun Xuanzhi. Liu Wushang had probably killed dozens of Lingxiao Sect disciples with low cultivation while the Lingxiao Sect leader and others were away. Daozun Xuanzhi, who cared about all living beings, had practiced in Lingxiao Sect for thousands of years, so it was impossible for him not to save people first.

Fan He turned back to Tong Xiyuan and said nonchalantly and maliciously: "Your master doesn't want you anymore."

"..." Tong Xiyuan frowned and said firmly: "You are also him."

Although he couldn't understand how there were two Fan Hes in this world, Tong Xiyuan could feel a sense of familiarity deep in his soul no matter how he changed.

As for Xuan Zhi Dao Zun, he must have had a compelling reason to suddenly leave. Currently, 999 is still in the small dark room. Tong Xiyuan can only roughly infer that it is related to the Blood Evil Sect. He just hopes that the node in the world information that will lead to the death of the two protagonists is not advanced.

"Wrong," Fan He's face darkened, and he raised his hand to pinch Tong Xiyuan's chin, "I'm not him, don't confuse me with him."

Tong Xiyuan felt a wave of pain on his chin and cried out, "It hurts."

If it were in the past, the man would have subconsciously relaxed his strength.

But now, Fan He's hand was even stronger, and he smiled viciously, "You can only tell when it hurts."

Without waiting for Tong Xiyuan to react, he picked up the person and carried him back into the room and put him on the huge bed.

The stiff wooden bed behind him hit something. Tong Xiyuan frowned and took a breath, saying, "I don't want to do it anymore."

Last night was enough. If it happened a few more times, his newly established body would definitely not be able to withstand it.

Tong Xiyuan also had other ideas. He raised his finger and poked the back of Fan He's hand, "I want to go back to Lingxiao Sect."

He was worried about the protagonist.

"Yuanyuan," Fan He pressed the red mark on his slender neck not too gently, and his palm moved up along the veins on the side of his neck, stopping at the protruding Adam's apple and stroking it for a moment, "Do you think you still have a chance to leave?"

Now that he had captured the person, he had no intention of letting him go.

Tong Xiyuan was tickled by him and raised his chin to try to avoid him, "Don't..."

Fan He patiently asked, "What else?"

"In the daytime," Tong Xiyuan bit his lower lip, "prostitution."

The sound of chains clattering suddenly rang out, and Tong Xiyuan subconsciously looked sideways. He didn't know when a long, black iron chain appeared in Fan He's hand.

The iron chain looked like it had just been fished out of icy water, and it exuded a terrifying chill all over.

Tong Xiyuan stared, inexplicably feeling that the scene looked familiar.

"Be good," Fan He blocked his lips with his other hand, while controlling the iron chain to tie Tong Xiyuan's wrists, he said rebelliously: "I want to do this, what can Yuan Yuan do to me?"

Tong Xiyuan: “…”

He struggled a bit and found that after the iron chain locked him, the weak spiritual power in his body was suppressed to the point of completely disappearing.

Tong Xiyuan panicked for a moment, and couldn't help but raise his voice a little, saying fiercely: "Let me go."

Fan He waved his hand to close the doors and windows, and set up a barrier to isolate the outside world. He was ready to stay at home for ten days or half a month. He said firmly: "No."

Tong Xiyuan watched him undress and backed away, propping himself up on the bed and half sitting up, saying, "If you do this again, I'll be angry."

Hearing this, Fan He raised his eyebrows slightly, stepped forward and touched Tong Xiyuan's belly, and smiled evilly, "Yuanyuan, don't be angry, how about giving birth to a child for your husband?"

Tong Xiyuan's eyes widened suddenly, and his dark pupils were full of surprise, "How could you say such a thing?"

How could this person have such a shameless other side? The previous Van He would never talk about it.

Fan He was amused by his reaction and laughed out loud. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "You can't even listen to that kind of talk. What will Yuan Yuan do next?"

After saying this, he grabbed Tong Xiyuan's lips and pressed him down.

"Well! You, I still need to go back..."

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Lingxiao Sect.

"Big Brother," a disciple from the Spiritual Medicine Peak said, his sleeves stained with blood, looking at the dark mass of demon cultivators in the sky, "Have you sent a message to the Dao Master? We can't hold on any longer."

Because of what Zhenren Changyun said about the improvement of the magic cultivators' cultivation, the head of the sect and several Zhenren went to other sects early this morning to discuss ways to deal with the magic cultivators. Several powerful senior brothers and sisters in the sect also went out for training and had not returned. Their Lingxiao Sect suddenly lost all of its powerful protection, allowing the Xuesha Sect to find an opportunity and attack directly at the gate of the mountain.

If Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji had not returned in time, their casualties would have been even greater.

Lu Zhihan, who was not far away, felt a little exhausted. He used his sword to support the ground and said, "The Taoist Master should be back soon."

They had met at the Changyou River Inn last night, but for some reason Xuan Zhi Dao Zun and Tong Xiyuan disappeared early in the morning. Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji failed to find them, so they returned to the sect first.

Who would have thought that when he came back he would see the sect almost being massacred.

The Blood Evil Sect came with great force, as if they had precisely timed their attack.

Lu Zhihan swung his sword and killed another demon cultivator. He looked at Liu Qingji who was staring blankly at the side and warned him, "Junior sister, don't underestimate the enemy."

"Ah," Liu Qingji glanced at him, feeling distressed, "Okay."

She just didn't expect that, before she successfully completed the task assigned by Liu Wushang, her father led people to attack Lingxiao Sect in the blink of an eye.

Liu Qingji searched among the demon cultivators for a moment and finally caught a glimpse of a piece of Liu Wushang's clothes. She was about to rush over to persuade them to make peace when she suddenly heard someone shout.

"Tao Zun is here!"

The disciples of Lingxiao Sect were all shocked.

The demon cultivators also saw the white figure that should not be underestimated, "Sect Master, Xuan Zhi Dao Zun is here, should we retreat?"

Blood Demon Sect leader Liu Wushang split the demon cultivator with his palm and shouted angrily: "Why are you retreating? Fight me!"

He had made an appointment with the man from the Netherworld Palace, and he was determined to massacre the Lingxiao Sect today.