Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The consequence of the random provocation was that a barrier was set up in a courtyard somewhere in the Nether Palace for a month.

During this month, Tong Xiyuan's cultivation had improved a lot. At the same time, he thought that he had tied down Fan He, so the man had no chance to go out and persecute the righteous people.

Lingxiao Sect.

The sect leader, whose internal injuries had already recovered, gathered together with several other real people, and also called over Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji.

Liu Qing was very willing to atone for Liu Wushang and the Blood Demon Sect, and she was very attentive. She relayed the recent news word by word, "Master, Master, all the uncles and uncles, after the chaos in the Netherworld Palace that day, the elders from other sects have spread the news that Xuan Zhidaozun fell into evil. Now it has been more than a month, and I believe their injuries have healed. They will definitely not swallow their anger for what happened before."

The head of the sect nodded and said, "You guessed correctly. Several sects have already sent me messages, wanting to join forces with the Lingxiao Sect to attack the Netherworld Palace."

This time, the crusade is not a small-scale one like their last one.

A fallen demon Taoist with unfathomable cultivation level is enough to arouse fear in the entire world of immortal cultivation, and more people will join in the crusade.

Danhe Zhenren sighed and said, "I wonder what the situation is like with Junior Brother Tong."

Because of the previous relationship of mutual protection, Lingxiao Sect was not willing to be an enemy of Fanhe.

After discussing for a while, they decided not to make any statement for the time being. The leader quietly sent a message to Tong Xiyuan who was thousands of miles away, hoping to get some information in.

But as expected, Tong Xiyuan did not respond.

It’s half a month again.

The room was steaming hot. Suddenly, there was a loud sound of water from behind the beautifully embroidered screen, and a slender hand clasped the wooden edge of the bathtub.

"What did you say?"

The person who spoke had a trembling and nasal voice.

"Nothing, continue." Fan He's eyes flashed, and looking at Tong Xiyuan's stunned expression as if struck by lightning, he secretly regretted what he had said in a fit of anger.

The young swordsman is too siding with those upright hypocrites. It seems that I cannot let him know anything I do in the future.

Tong Xiyuan slapped his hand away, pulled a piece of dry cloth and stood up from the tub. His steps were a little shaky. With red eyes, he said, "I've been with you for the past month. How did you find the time to do other things?"

Just now, when the feelings were deeply touched, the man blurted out everything he had been doing without telling him these days.

"...You should be imprisoned just like they were imprisoned."

The words echoed in his mind again, and Tong Xiyuan bit his lower lip, not daring to think too deeply about who they were referring to.

Fan He's expression did not change. He stood up, supported his waist and said jokingly, "Yuan Yuan, try harder. I don't have time."

Tong Xiyuan no longer believed his words. He brushed his hand away, found some clothes to put on, opened the door and said, "Remove the barrier. I want to go out."

"Where are you going?" Fan He looked at him dimly, thinking that it would be great if his Yuan Yuan could be as well behaved as he has been in the past month for the rest of his life.

Tong Xiyuan picked up the Qingshuang Sword and said in a muffled voice, "Don't worry about it. I don't want you anymore."

He tried to overcome hardness with softness, but the guy was still so bad. Tong Xiyuan thought pessimistically that since Fan He couldn't learn it well, he might as well go and protect the protagonist.

As soon as he said this, Fan He's face suddenly darkened. He narrowed his eyes, guessed what Tong Xiyuan was thinking, waved his hand to remove the barrier, and asked cruelly: "You want to save people? Hey, Yuanyuan, do you know who those people are?"

Tong Xiyuan looked back, "Who?"

Fan He said word by word: "The leader of the Bibo Sect was imprisoned in a secret place at the foot of the mountain. I skinned him alive and he is barely alive. The Master Jian Ling of the Yunjian Sect was imprisoned on Changye Mountain. My demon cultivators sucked his spiritual power dry. Now he is just an octogenarian who is powerless. The leader of the Baihua Sect is a woman..."

"Enough!" Tong Xiyuan interrupted him forcefully, disappointment gradually emerging in his eyes, and he felt that the person in front of him was becoming more and more unfamiliar.

His resistance was so obvious that Fan He felt it was extremely irritating, but he still deliberately asked: "Yuan Yuan, there are so many people, which one are you going to save first?"

Tong Xiyuan clenched the sword in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Fan He smiled at his appearance, leaned forward and held Tong Xiyuan's cheek, his eyes full of tenderness, "You can't save me, Yuanyuan, this is my nature, you have to accept it."

Tong Xiyuan trembled all over and said firmly: "You are not."

Even though he was disappointed, he could tell the difference clearly. Tong Xiyuan lowered his eyes, wondering how he could awaken the suppressed kindness in Fan He.

Fan He kissed his forehead affectionately, "I am, and so are you."

"What?" Tong Xiyuan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him in confusion.

Fan He curled the corners of his lips. His people were destined to be as evil as he was.

He raised his hand, and a light and shadow appeared in his palm.

Tong Xiyuan looked over and saw a picture of Lingxiao Sect. A disciple wearing the sect's special clothes hurriedly walked by and stopped in front of a door.

In the light and shadow, the disciple's voice was not very real, "Brother Lu, today we found three more of our disciples killed by the devil at the foot of the mountain. The headmaster and others have not been heard from yet. What should we do now?"

Lu Zhihan's voice was filled with deep fatigue. "Now that the demonic cultivators are rampant, you should tell the junior brothers and sisters to concentrate on their cultivation and not leave the sect. As for the head of the sect..."

Lu Zhihan paused for a moment and said bitterly: "How can people like us save him?"

The picture in light and shadow came to an abrupt end, but the message it conveyed made Tong Xiyuan feel cold from head to toe.

Without his knowledge, the outside world had been completely shrouded in the darkness of the Nether Palace.

Fan He was very satisfied with his reaction. "If you obey me, I won't touch them. How about that?"

Rather than being hostile to Tong Xiyuan, Fan He preferred to watch this man struggle while being permeated by darkness bit by bit, inch by inch, until he finally became a person exactly like himself.

And the first step is to make Tong Xiyuan completely give up his pursuit of decency and stay with him willingly.

"Nothing." Tong Xiyuan was silent for a long time, raised his head and looked into his eyes, "You are simply evil."

Fan He was pleased by his choice of words and smiled with great comfort, "Well, I am a demon cultivator, so naturally I am bad from the inside out."

Tong Xiyuan tightened his jaw, "I really don't like you right now."

So, he won't stay.

Fan He's expression changed for a moment, as if it was quenched by a layer of ice. He took a step forward with a serious look in his eyes.

Tong Xiyuan sensed his anger and involuntarily took a step back, not knowing what he was hiding from.

"Are you afraid of me?" Fan He looked straight into Tong Xiyuan's eyes, trying to find the emotion of fear in those beautiful deer eyes.

But Tong Xiyuan lowered his eyes, clenched his fists and said, "Even if you are angry, I will not be soft-hearted."

After he finished speaking, he didn't dare to look at Fan He's increasingly terrifying expression. He turned around and wanted to leave, but Fan He grabbed his wrist forcefully and pulled him back.

"Let me go." Tong Xiyuan had been through this for more than a month and was very familiar with all of Fan He's tricks. He struggled hard, knowing very well that when Fan He was angry, he would only bully him in that kind of way.

One of them struggled, while the other tried to capture him.

Suddenly, there was a crisp "pop" sound.