Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

far away.

You Ye had already returned to Fan He's side. He looked at Tong Xiyuan who was with Lu Zhihan and the others, and asked with his head down, "Palace Master, Master Tong is here, should we avoid him?"

Fan He twisted his fingers hanging at his side, curled his lips and smiled, "No need."

Only after being hurt and suffering will you know how good it is to be in his arms.

Youye received the order and passed it on with a secret code. The demon cultivators who had originally become restrained due to Tong Xiyuan's joining became ferocious again.

The monks unexpectedly discovered that these demon cultivators were more difficult to deal with, and there were more blood crows above their heads.

"What's going on? These guys are like crazy."

"No, if we keep wasting time like this, everyone will die."

The protective shield shrank in size, and the crowd became more crowded.

The head of the sect sighed as he looked at Tong Xiyuan who was silent, "Junior Brother Tong, what I said was not nonsense. Think about it, since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good. How could the evil thoughts in Dao Zun's heart not be suppressed by him?"

Tong Xiyuan's eyes moved slightly, "But..."

The current situation is that evil thoughts have taken over.

"A person is a mixture of good and evil," the headmaster looked at Tong Xiyuan and said, "Only when good and evil merge can he be the real him."

Tong Xiyuan understood what he meant and asked, "Then how can we make them merge?"

The headmaster shook his head, "I don't know either."

Tong Xiyuan: “…”

It’s better not to say anything.

After a while, the head of the sect seemed to have come up with a solution and tried to test him: "No matter which one of them is, they all care about you the most. Why don't you try to overcome the hard with the soft?"

Tong Xiyuan was stunned for a moment. Wasn't he gentle enough? Fan He did such a bad thing, but he didn't even mention breaking up. He even thought about how to save the situation for the other party.

When he was distracted, something tore his arm and left a scary bloody mark.

"Hiss!" Tong Xiyuan frowned in pain. When he raised his eyes, the demon cultivator who attacked him had disappeared.

He wanted to restore the bloodstain, but was hit on the arm by the headmaster.

Tong Xiyuan turned around in confusion.

The head of the sect cried out, and shouted in a rough voice towards where Fan He was standing: "Junior Brother Tong, you are seriously injured, does it hurt?"

The expression is exaggerated and the words are even more exaggerated.

This caused all the cultivators and demon cultivators to pause and look at Tong Xiyuan.

What the monks were thinking was: Compared with the injuries they suffered, the spot on Tong Xiyuan’s arm was nothing.

The evil cultivators were thinking: Who is so bold? Even though the Palace Master said we don’t need to avoid her, who would dare to really hurt the lady?

Tong Xiyuan's face turned red from all these looks, but he understood the hint from the headmaster. With red ears, he looked at Fan He from a distance, and nodded like Fan He cried out in pain in the previous worlds, saying aggrievedly, "It hurts."

Monks: Is it that serious?

Demon cultivators: It’s over.

A black shadow flashed in front of everyone, and Fan He suddenly appeared in front of Tong Xiyuan, scaring the monks so much that the circle they had formed dispersed.

Fan He didn't care about other people. He held Tong Xiyuan's arm with a serious look and asked, "Who did it?"

He thought that since Tong Xiyuan was injured, he would be happier to see the young swordsman return to him dejectedly, but now Tong Xiyuan just looked at him aggrievedly, and Fan He's heart was gripped.

If you don't want to listen, then don't listen. Just lock him up and teach him a lesson. Why let the person in front of you get hurt?

He scolded himself, pulled Tong Xiyuan into his arms and kissed his forehead gently, "Be good, I will heal you."

It was just a minor injury, Tong Xiyuan could hear the true meaning of his "healing".

He thought about what the headmaster said, blushed and bit his lip, and said, "Okay, but..."

Fan He raised his eyebrows and caught a glimpse of a demon cultivator who was trying to escape with his legs trembling. He simply raised his hand and turned the demon into a pool of black water.

Tong Xiyuan didn't realize that the psychological pressure of acting like a spoiled child in front of everyone was a bit too great. His voice was trembling, "Can you please stop and let the Sect Master and the others leave?"

Fan He chuckled and was about to refuse, but he saw the young swordsman raised his hand and climbed onto his neck.

Tong Xiyuan buried his head in his collarbone, and said in a voice that couldn't be any quieter, "Husband, let them go."

999 said wow, [I told you two you are so good at playing. ]

Tong Xiyuan remained silent, trying hard to be a mute ostrich.

He could feel the man holding him stiffen for a moment.

The demon cultivators were still waiting for Fanhe's instructions. Although the cultivators were able to take a breath, they did not let down their guard.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fan He thought about what Tong Xiyuan had just said, and then he embraced him and said with a smile: "I'll listen to you this time."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyelids and looked at the headmaster and others, his eyes as deep as the water, "Get lost."

The monks felt as if they had been pardoned, and under the leadership of their leader, they carefully withdrew from the territory of the Netherworld Palace.

They flew very far and stopped in a place they thought was safe to rest.

Lu Zhihan put the weak Liu Qingji next to a tree to rest, walked up to the headmaster and asked, "Uncle Tong is alone there, is it really okay?"

Everyone could see clearly how powerful and brutal that evil thought was. Although Tong Xiyuan became a disciple of the Taoist Master, Lu Zhihan always felt that this young man was a junior fellow in the sect. His cultivation was so low, what if something happened if he stayed in the Netherworld Palace?

The head of the sect looked at him and asked, "If we don't keep him, we should keep you?"

Lu Zhihan: "Master, please don't joke around at this time."

"Alas..." The head of the sect sighed, "In this world, there are very few people who practice the ruthless way, and even fewer who can ascend. I thought that the Taoist master had cultivated to this level and nothing could stop him. I didn't expect that... As expected, the seven emotions and six desires can shake the heart of the Taoist the most."

He paused, looked in the direction of the Netherworld Palace and said, "Similarly, the word love is also the easiest to awaken the other side of a person."

***

Tong Xiyuan was locked in the house again. He had no intention of escaping, but Fan He still took the chain and locked him up again.

There was a "click" sound.

It was the sound of chains snapping.

This time the chain was locked around his neck. Tong Xiyuan complained unhappily in his heart, does Fan He treat him like a dog?

But he kept in mind the master's gentle advice, and showed no emotion on his face, being very obedient.

She was so obedient that Fan He became suspicious.

999 fanned the flames and said, "Yuanbao, your husband is not only mean to others, but also to you."

[Is that so?] Tong Xiyuan pulled the chain around his neck. It was a little difficult to breathe, which made him very uncomfortable. He frowned and said, [I will keep a record of his debt now. When he gets better, I will settle the accounts with him.]

999 silently ignored these words, and then with a ding sound, he was locked into a small dark room in the blink of an eye.

"Yuanyuan," Fan He waved his hand and untied the belt on Tong Xiyuan. When he took it in his hand, he saw that it looked familiar. He smiled and asked, "Where did this belt come from?"

Tong Xiyuan pursed his lips and said, "You gave it to me."

He paused and added, "My husband gave it to me."