Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

[Level 1 alert! Level 1 alert! Level 1 alert! ]

The situation was urgent, and 999 was forcefully released from the small dark room. It sounded the alarm and shouted to the person sleeping on the bed: [Yuanbao, wake up quickly, don't sleep, don't sleep, your husband is going to kill the protagonist! ]

The person on the bed finally showed signs of waking up after hearing the calls.

999 immediately raised the volume, almost crying: [Yuanbao, the protagonist is about to die, our mission is about to fail, wuwuwu...]

Tong Xiyuan's confused brain caught the key words and he opened his eyes immediately. He said in a daze: [Mission failed? ]

Seeing that he had woken up, 999 stopped crying and said helplessly: [Not yet, but it will be soon.]

Tong Xiyuan, who hadn't figured out why the mission had failed, immediately threw back the quilt and sat up, enduring the discomfort and trying to put on his shoes and get out of bed.

There was a crash.

The sound of the chains was particularly harsh in the empty room.

Tong Xiyuan paused and covered his face, [Jiu Mei, I can't untie it, what should I do?]

If he hadn't said it, 999 wouldn't have noticed it. The small system that had been in the dark room all day was so surprised that the data was stuck. [Yuanbao, you, you, you...you two are playing so well! ]

Tong Xiyuan shook the chain on his wrist helplessly, [Ninth sister, think of a solution quickly. ]

If he delayed any further, his mission would truly fail.

[Don't worry,] 999 comforted him, and thought for a while, [I got it, open your hands.]

Tong Xiyuan did as he was told.

In an instant, a green lotus appeared in the palm of his hand.

999: [Your husband gave it to you. Didn’t he save it in the system space for you? Eat it now to improve your cultivation.]

It would have been better if it didn't say it. Once it said it, Tong Xiyuan couldn't help but think of Xuan Zhidao Zun.

When he asked for the flower, his master refused to give it to him. Later, he sent it to him privately. Now that he thinks about it, the person who gave him the lotus should have been the Palace Master.

Alas... Tong Xiyuan sighed in his heart, still unable to understand why one person could split into two people.

He absorbed the Thousand-Leaf Green Lotus, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and silently recited the cultivation method in his heart.

Soon, a circle of green light enveloped Tong Xiyuan's body, and the abundant spiritual energy around him all poured into his dantian.

In just a few blinks of an eye, Tong Xiyuan had brought the effectiveness of the Thousand Leaf Green Lotus to its fullest. He took the opportunity of a breakthrough in his cultivation to split the chains with a palm, put on his clothes, and flew towards the place where the system alarm was.

Outside the bronze door.

Lu Zhihan caught up with the figure in front of him, his face expressionless, "Why are you here?"

The person who blocked the sword for him at the critical moment was none other than Liu Qingji, who rushed over after hearing the news that the righteous forces were attacking the Netherworld Palace.

Her heart was covered in blood, which seemed to be flowing out continuously. Her face was frighteningly pale, and the cold sweat on her forehead slid down her hairline into her hair.

"Ahem," Liu Qingji coughed, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his voice seemed to come from far away, "Brother, I shouldn't have lied to you, actually..."

Lu Zhihan looked at her with grief in his eyes. He held Liu Qingji's hand and whispered, "Senior Brother knows."

They are in love with each other, how could he be wrong?

But it was really unexpected for him that Liu Qingji suddenly became Liu Wushang's daughter.

Hearing this, Liu Qingji smiled and said, "Brother, it's good to know. My father made a big mistake and has been abolished by Dao Zun. He is already old and gray-haired, and he won't live long. If we meet in the future, please forgive him once."

As she spoke, she coughed up another mouthful of blood, "Today, I can die for my brother, and I have no regrets in my death."

"No," Lu Zhihan suddenly held her hand tightly and said in panic, "Senior Brother will heal you, you won't die."

Liu Qingji shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "No, don't waste your energy. After I die, Senior Brother, just forget about me and practice Taoism well."

Lu Zhihan said painfully: "If you die, how can I live?"

Liu Qing looked at him greedily, his face becoming paler, "Brother, live well..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Fan He.

"Don't worry, I will send him to see you."

Fan He figured out the relationship between the two people, but his murderous intent towards Lu Zhihan did not diminish in the slightest. One was Tong Xiyuan's senior brother, and the other was Tong Xiyuan's senior sister, and both deserved to be killed.

He narrowed his eyes, recalled the Xuantian Sword that had pierced Liu Qingji's heart, and controlled it to attack Lu Zhihan.

Liu Qingji's eyes widened for a moment, and he said weakly: "Brother, let's go."

Lu Zhihan said with a dead heart: "No, Senior Brother will accompany you."

The sharp sword energy came from far away and was stopped by another sword when it was still an inch away from Lu Zhihan's eyebrows.

There was a "dang" sound.

The Qingshuang Sword knocked the Xuantian Sword off course, and both swords fell to the ground diagonally to the side of Lu Zhihan and the other man.

Fan He raised his eyebrows when he saw the Qingshuang Sword. He raised his eyelids and looked forward.

Tong Xiyuan, who came hurriedly, also looked at him. His little face was darker than the clothes he was wearing. He walked to Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji without saying a word, half squatted, took out a bottle of pills from his arms and handed them over.

Lu Zhihan quickly answered, "What for?"

Tong Xiyuan pursed his lips, his expression a little unnatural, "Steady your mind, take tonic medicine."

Someone had been tormenting him day and night, preparing something specifically for him in case he couldn't take it.

"Thank you very much." Lu Zhihan poured out a pill and put it into Liu Qingji's mouth, saying gratefully: "Master, thank you for saving my life. We will do our best to repay you in the future."

After Liu Qingji took the pill, the bleeding stopped and her pale face warmed up a little. Lu Zhihan quickly used his internal energy to heal her.

"No need." Tong Xiyuan took a deep breath and stood up. When he raised his hand to take back the Qingshuang Sword, he did not expect that the Xuantian Sword would also fly into his hand. He was stunned for a moment, and with the mentality of not letting Fan He use the sword to do bad things, he carried the Xuantian Sword behind his back.

Tong Xiyuan glanced at the demon cultivators fighting with the Sect Master and others, frowned and said, "Let them stop."

Fan He ignored him and stared at the Xuantian Sword behind him with a serious look. It was just a sword. The person who dared to covet him should have broken the sword and thrown it on the ground.

Seeing that he remained silent, Tong Xiyuan struggled for a moment, raised the Qingshuang Sword and pointed it directly at Fan He's forehead, and said in a low voice: "Fan He, I asked you to stop."

A chuckle.

Fan He slowly walked up to him, clamped the tip of the Qingshuang Sword with two fingers together, and said with a smile: "You said the same thing last night."

"..." Tong Xiyuan's face flushed instantly, but soon, the sound of fighting in his ears pulled his thoughts back. He frowned and said, "It's wrong for you to harm innocent people like this. I'm going to be angry."

Hearing this, Fan He restrained his smile. He and Tong Xiyuan looked at each other for a moment, emotions surging in his eyes. Just when Tong Xiyuan mistakenly thought that he was going to stop, Fan He raised his hand without even turning his head and crushed the skull of the nearest monk directly in the void.