Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The two spiritual energies confronted each other, one growing stronger while the other weakened, and they were fighting against each other, in a situation where neither side would give in.

Tong Xiyuan endured the soreness all over his body and tried to get off the bed, but before his feet reached the edge of the bed, the chains on his hands pulled him back.

"hiss."

He took a small breath, looked down at the red marks on his wrists where the chains had rubbed the skin, and bit his lower lip unconsciously.

If it were in the past, this kind of scar would never appear on his body.

Tong Xiyuan lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment. When he looked up at the two figures, one black and one white, a bold guess suddenly came to his mind.

"A flower blooms with two sides, and life is between Buddha and demon."

One is good and the other is evil. Could it be that these two people are the good and evil sides of Fan He?

Tong Xiyuan frowned, and thinking back to the two men's past behavior, he became more certain of his guess.

"Mysterious Dao Zun."

The two men in the room suddenly stopped. The man in black raised his eyebrows frivolously and asked provocatively: "Did you receive the jade pendant returned to you by Yuanyuan?"

After he said that, Tong Xiyuan subconsciously looked for the jade pendant on his body, but as expected, he found nothing.

Daoist Master Xuan raised his eyes coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and without saying a word, he opened his hands and attacked the man's vital point.

The man curled his lips, stood where he was without dodging or evading, and took the opportunity to activate the formation he had set up in advance.

In an instant, a black light rose from the ground and turned into a circle that enveloped the two of them.

"Master!" Tong Xiyuan's heart tightened. Before the black halo completely rose, he met the dark and gloomy face of the Lord of the Netherworld Palace.

The man sighed in surprise, and decided to settle the score with the little swordsman after he devoured the hypocrite.

Tong Xiyuan's spiritual power was suppressed and he was unable to break free from the chains. He could only watch them disappear into the darkness.

He knelt blankly beside the bed and waited for a long time, constantly calling 999's name in his heart, hoping to quickly call the system out of the small dark room. Without Ninth Sister, Tong Xiyuan was a little at a loss at the moment.

Time passed bit by bit.

Tong Xiyuan gradually became anxious. He began to use one hand to buckle the chain on his other hand. After trying for a while without any success, he tried to pry the ring on his ankle.

At this moment, the formation in the house suddenly disappeared.

Tong Xiyuan glanced over and saw a tall figure in white.

The man had a blank expression on his face, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. His aura was as cold as if it was covered with a layer of ice.

Tong Xiyuan couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. When two tigers fought, it was obvious that the bad one had lost.

But when he closed his eyes, the intimacy of whispering to the man flashed through his mind, and his heart suddenly ached as if a thorn had pierced it.

But Tong Xiyuan didn't show it. He looked up with expectation in his eyes and called out tentatively, "Master?"

The air in the room seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Fan He looked at him with a half-smile, stepped forward and pinched Tong Xiyuan's cheek, squeezing the boy's face into a bun, and said nastily: "Yuanyuan, you are wrong again."

Tong Xiyuan slowly widened his eyes, blinked helplessly, and his dark pupils flickered for a moment, "What about Master?"

He was certainly relieved that the Palace Master had not been defeated.

But...Xuan Zhidao Zun was defeated, so it was difficult for Tong Xiyuan to be happy.

"He? Dead," Fan He moved his hand down and untied the collar of Tong Xiyuan's shirt that he had just tied, leaned over and kissed his forehead, and sighed contentedly, "Yuanyuan, from now on you are only mine."

How could that hypocrite possibly withstand his psychological tactics in the formation?

Fan He touched his chest. After the two of them reunited as one, the other party was completely suppressed by him and lost his movement. It seemed that he had succeeded in devouring him.

From now on, this body will belong to him alone.

And this indecisive little swordsman in front of him can only belong to him.

Fan He bent down and hugged Tong Xiyuan. Just as he was about to teach the young man a lesson for daring to think about other men while lying on his bed, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and something dripped on it.

He distanced himself from the two of them, lowered his head, and discovered that Tong Xiyuan had been crying silently with tears in her eyes.

Tong Xiyuan's eyes were red, and he grabbed a corner of his sleeve and said in a muffled voice: "Aren't you alone?"

Fan He looked at him and said, "No."

"Yes," Tong Xiyuan shed a tear and said firmly, "You are."

"..." Fan He was silent for a moment, quietly untied his belt, and said perfunctorily: "Yes, so what? He deserves it because of the backlash of his own evil thoughts."

Tong Xiyuan couldn't understand what they were fighting about when they were obviously the same person, and said in confusion: "Now that the master is gone, you are not a complete person."

An overly biased and incomplete personality is bound to lead to big mistakes.

Fan He's expression changed, and his impatience gradually increased. He waved his hand and pulled out a wooden box from somewhere in the house. After opening it, he handed it to Tong Xiyuan. He fiercely wiped away the tears from the corners of Tong Xiyuan's eyes and said in a deep voice: "If you cry another tear for him, I will try all these things on you."

Tong Xiyuan turned his head and took a look at the strange objects in the box. He didn't understand what they were, but his intuition was not a good thing. He sniffed and said, "I didn't cry."

He just felt a little uncomfortable that he couldn't control, and he didn't dare to think about whether Fan He, who was missing his other kind side, would cause any big trouble in the future.

Now recalling the world information told by 999, it is true that Dao Zun Xuan sacrificed himself to save the people of the world, but the Lord of the Netherworld Palace who disturbed the peace of the immortal world and led countless demon cultivators to harm all living beings was also Fan He.

His own cultivation was low, 999 was not around, and the life and death of Xuan Zhi Dao Zun was uncertain. If Fan He really did something bad, no one in this world could stop him.

Tong Xiyuan sighed with a bitter face, and his heart sank little by little.

Fan He, who had been watching him, mistook his sigh for reluctance. A nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart. Fan He casually took out an object from the wooden box, set up a barrier outside the house, and said fiercely: "You think about him like this?"

"Hmm?" Tong Xiyuan came back to his senses, and after realizing what he was saying, he said, "No, I... um!"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a pain somewhere on his body.

Tears instantly welled up in Tong Xiyuan's eyes. He looked at the man with malicious eyes and was about to speak when he was pulled up by the chains and his hands were placed above his head.

Fan He fiddled with it and took the opportunity to lead him into the sea of ​​desire.

In a courtyard at the innermost part of the Nether Palace, the sound of rattling chains and crisp bells rang for a whole day and night.

……

One day later.

Lingxiao Sect.

Dan He Zhenren distributed all the pills in his hand to all the disciples, then turned to the headmaster and others and said, "Xuan Zhi Dao Zun has not returned yet, will there be any accidents?"