Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

"what!!!"

A tragic scream reached his ears, accompanied by the horrific sound of the man's bones breaking inch by inch. Tong Xiyuan was stunned for a moment. He looked at Fan He in disbelief, a hint of strangeness gradually emerged in his eyes, and he murmured: "How could you..."

So cruel.

Tong Xiyuan's eyes moved, and he looked at the place where the monk had disappeared. His thoughts were in a mess. Could it be that the evil thoughts in a person's heart were so great that Fan He could play with a group of innocent people and kill them wantonly?

999 whispered: [I told you before, but you didn’t believe it.]

Tong Xiyuan came back to his senses and asked: [What did you say? ]

[Your husband is a villain,] 999 counted them one by one, [In the first world, he didn't show it obviously, but in the second world, isn't it obvious? He invaded other planets without your knowledge...]

Tong Xiyuan interrupted it, [There is a reason for it, he changed it. ]

Moreover, he had already accepted the fact that Fan He would be the villain, but he did not expect that this time, he would be so cruel to innocent people.

999 was silent for a moment, [What about the last life? He must have killed many people as well. ]

Tong Xiyuan frowned, [The world is in chaos, he has no choice but to do this. ]

999: […]

The system stopped talking. It understood that no matter how bad the man was, its Yuanbao could always find a suitable excuse to forgive him.

Tong Xiyuan saw 999 was silent, reflected on himself, and said: [I won’t be soft-hearted this time. ]

999 replied perfunctorily: [Oh.]

The expression on his face kept changing. Fan He stared at him for a while and was about to make a few jokes and arrest the man and lock him up again, when suddenly Tong Xiyuan straightened his expression and put the Qingshuang Sword against his heart with a serious face.

Tong Xiyuan gritted his teeth and said with a stern face: "Stop it."

He showed an attitude of condemnation, trying not to let Fan He see the struggle in his eyes.

The Qingshuang Sword was extremely sharp. Although Tong Xiyuan restrained his strength, it still pierced a piece of clothing on Fan He's body.

The cold sword was pointed at the most lethal part, and no one would be in a good mood. The air around Fan He became heavy, as if a violent storm was brewing.

He glanced at the red mark on Tong Xiyuan's collar, and said with his last bit of patience: "Yuanyuan, I'm angry too."

Tong Xi was so angry that he wanted to kill Lu Zhihan and others, while Fan He was angry that his own people were turning their backs on him.

The two men stared at each other for a moment, knowing very well that whoever got angry at this moment would have more serious consequences.

Tong Xiyuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pushed the Qingshuang Sword forward a little further, and said in a trembling voice: "Tell your people to stop."

There was a slight pain in his heart, and Fan He's patience was completely exhausted. He shouted in a cold voice, "You Ye."

You Ye, who was joining forces with several other demon cultivators to deal with the leader of Lingxiao Sect, received the order, raised his finger, put it in his mouth and whistled.

The distant whistle sounded extremely harsh at this moment. In just a blink of an eye, a large black mass appeared in the sky.

A monk panicked, "What is that?!"

"Demonic energy? No, that's not right, it's the Blood Crow!"

"Everyone, quickly defend against these blood-sucking monsters."

The remaining dozen or so cultivators had no choice but to fight with the demon cultivators while retreating to form a circle with their backs to each other, and used their spiritual power to release an invisible protective shield above their heads.

The densely packed blood crows, like a swarm of locusts, rushed up to the protective shield one by one. After being attacked by the spiritual power above, their bodies exploded into a bloody mist. In a short while, the whole sky turned into a bloody scene like hell.

Tong Xiyuan was fine. The moment the blood crows appeared, Fan He ignored the threat of the Qingshuang Sword and forcefully took him away from the chaotic battlefield.

It just puts those monks in a difficult position, as they have to not only resist the Blood Crows, but also divide their energy to fight against the groups of demon cultivators.

Especially Lu Zhihan, he also has to protect the dying Liu Qingji, so his situation is even more difficult.

Tong Xiyuan was afraid that if this continued, the protagonist would die, so he no longer wanted to argue with Fan He. He shook off Fan He's hand on his wrist and said, "In this case, we will each rely on our own abilities."

He was about to turn around and join the battlefield with the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, but was pulled into Fan He's arms.

Fan He hugged him tightly from behind, holding Tong Xiyuan's hand with one hand, and raised his hand from behind to pinch Tong Xiyuan's chin, saying unhappily: "Yuanyuan, I'm hurt."

Although he said this, there was no sign of weakness in his tone.

This posture forced Tong Xiyuan to raise his head, allowing him to clearly see the blood crows in the blood mist in the air.

Its entire body is black, its eyes glow red, and its long beak sucks blood.

A bunch of monsters.

A trace of disgust flashed across Tong Xiyuan's face. He couldn't understand Fan He's motive for treating the head and others like this.

Or maybe a man doesn't need a motive to kill, he just enjoys doing it.

Tong Xiyuan bit his lower lip and said without turning his head: "It's just a minor injury, not worth mentioning to you."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slammed away Fan He's hand that was pinching his chin. He broke free from Fan He's restraints, picked up his sword and flew to Lu Zhihan's side, easily defeating a demon cultivator who was trying to plot against Lu Zhihan.

Lu Zhihan seemed to have sensed something and turned around. Seeing that it was Tong Xiyuan, he said gratefully, "Thank you, Uncle Master Tong."

He is not stupid. He can see that although the Taoist Master has fallen into evil, Tong Xiyuan is still on the side of righteousness.

He could see it, and the headmaster and others could see it too.

Although they couldn't figure out why Dao Zun had become like this, perhaps something had happened to Dao Zun in the Netherworld Palace when they were unaware.

The head of the sect moved inch by inch to the side of Tong Xiyuan. His face was covered in blood, but it was not his own. He whispered, "Junior Brother Tong, we don't want to delve into why the Dao Zun is like this. We are not the cowardly ones. It's just that it's really embarrassing to lose our lives in vain today. Please think about how to make the Dao Zun stop."

Tong Xiyuan thought to himself that there was no way out, he himself was already very upset.

But the headmaster refused to give in and offered a plan: "Junior brother Tong, Dao Zun has always valued you. If you come forward, you will definitely be able to persuade him."

Tong Xiyuan struggled for a while and told the truth, "He is not the Dao Zun, he is the Lord of the Netherworld Palace."

The headmaster blinked quickly and asked in confusion, "What?"

He distractedly glanced at Fan He, whose expression was unclear in the distance, and wondered, "It's obviously one person."

"Yes and no," Tong Xiyuan explained, "The Palace Master is the result of the evil thoughts in Daozun's heart. He has devoured Master."

Upon hearing this, the Sect Leader and Lu Zhihan fell silent.

Lu Zhihan's face turned pale, "What should I do?"

The evil thoughts in Xuan Zhi Dao Zun's heart are actually stronger than he himself. Can this group of people escape from his clutches today?

After a long while, the head of the sect said, "Since it is an evil thought, how can it devour the good thoughts?"