Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Youye deliberately amplified his words so that all the monks could hear them clearly.

The monks secretly gritted their teeth, ready to fight at any time.

Tong Xiyuan, who had been freed from his restraints, knew that his original plan had failed before it even began. He summoned the Qingshuang Sword in his hand with a thought, then took a step forward and stood in front of everyone.

The demon cultivators were all stunned. They looked at Tong Xiyuan's actions, then looked at Fan He quietly, wondering, what's going on? With so many people watching, why does the lady look like she's going to fight with the Palace Master?

Fan He didn't care about the looks from others. He just stared at Tong Xiyuan, his eyes fixed on the boy's thin wrist.

As Tong Xiyuan held the sword, his wide sleeves slid down a little, revealing deep red marks on his wrists caused by the ropes, which were particularly noticeable against his eye-catching white skin.

There is a kind of sadistic beauty.

This thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before it was suppressed by Fan He. Before, he did not know how to restrain himself, which caused the young man to suffer a lot. Now that he has learned to restrain himself, he naturally did not want to let Tong Xiyuan suffer such insignificant injuries again.

With a flash, Fan He suddenly appeared in front of Tong Xiyuan.

"Demon!" The monks didn't notice his movements at all, and found that Fan He had come to them. They raised their magic weapons and pointed them at Fan He, shouting angrily: "What do you want to do?!"

Tong Xiyuan was also startled, raised his sword and pointed it at Fan He's neck, saying, "You are not allowed to come over here."

He hasn't figured out how to resolve the current situation yet, he just hopes Fan He won't do anything to embarrass him again.

But the man ignored her and took the last half step.

The sharp blade brushed past the side of Fanhe's neck, cutting through the thin layer of skin and leaving a trace of blood.

Tong Xiyuan panicked and almost lost his grip on the hilt of the Qingshuang Sword. He paused for a long time before looking at the slowly flowing blood drop and said, "I said, you are not allowed to come over here."

The tremor in his voice was barely perceptible. Fan He shifted his gaze and looked into Tong Xiyuan's eyes.

The young man's eyes were as clear as two crystals of ice, filled with embarrassment and entanglement, as if if he took another step forward and did something evil, the two crystals would be shattered with a slight touch.

Sure enough, in the boy's mind, what he had done before against those decent people was too much.

Fan He sighed in his heart, thinking dully that those powers and positions that were above everyone else were really dispensable compared to Tong Xiyuan.

He lowered his head and pulled up Tong Xiyuan's sleeves, rubbed the red mark to make it disappear, looked at Tong Xiyuan with a gentle expression, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Fan He's attitude changed so suddenly that even Tong Xiyuan didn't react, let alone those demon cultivators and monks.

The demon cultivators thought for a long time and suddenly realized that the Palace Master was trying to coax his wife.

The monks looked at each other, wondering what this devil was up to.

Only the head of Lingxiao Sect frowned and pondered for a while, then asked tentatively, "Master Daozun?"

Could it be that the previous methods of using softness to overcome hardness worked? It allowed Xuan Zhi Dao Zun and the evil thoughts to merge into one, and he had a truly complete personality.

Fan He glanced at the head of the sect and responded casually, then lifted Tong Xiyuan's other hand and used the same method to wipe off the glaring red mark.

Tong Xiyuan watched his movements and was stunned for a long time before he pulled his hand back cruelly and said depressedly: "It doesn't hurt."

It was just a little red, not even abraded, and not as deep as the marks made on his body by the chains when Fan He went crazy.

Tong Xiyuan moved the sword on Fan He's neck to the side, but did not take it away completely. He threatened: "You..."

"I'll stop." Fan He said immediately, "From now on, I will do whatever Yuan Yuan says."

As long as Tong Xiyuan is still willing to return to him, it doesn't matter how big the concessions he makes. Besides, whether those people are dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

Hearing this, Tong Xiyuan looked at him suspiciously, and slowly put down the Qingshuang Sword under Fan He's sincere and fiery gaze, "Really?"

Without the threat of the Qingshuang Sword, Fan He raised his hand and embraced Tong Xiyuan in his arms. He sniffed the unique grass scent on the boy with satisfaction, and his tone became a little deeper, "Really."

"rhetoric."

I don't know which brave monk stared at the two people hugging each other and complained.

Fan He looked over with displeasure. If Tong Xiyuan had not been there, he would have cut off the man's head at that moment.

The leader of Lingxiao Sect caught a glimpse of his murderous gaze and was shocked. Could this be the same devil?

But the next second, Fan He rubbed Tong Xiyuan's forehead greedily, "I never lie to you."

As for what happened before, it can’t be considered as his doing.

Tong Xiyuan was silent for a while. Not wanting to dwell on whether to lie or not, he raised his hand and pushed Fan He away, saying, "If you want to stop, you should also obtain the forgiveness of the seniors."

Fan He only hurt those innocent monks but never really hurt him. Tong Xiyuan felt that he had no right to forgive on behalf of the monks.

"Okay." Fan He had a reluctant smile on his face, but he hid it well, so Tong Xiyuan couldn't see it. He turned to look at the headmaster and the others and asked, "Let's stop fighting now. Do you have any objections?"

That attitude didn't sound like asking for forgiveness, but more like a hidden threat.

The monks were angry but dared not speak out. They were all frustrated and unwilling to speak. Objections? Did they dare to have any? Now the only hope was that Tong Xiyuan had defected. Even if they practiced for another hundred or thousand years, they probably couldn't beat Fan He.

If they dare to nod and express their objection now, they will definitely be beheaded immediately and completely when Tong Xiyuan is not around.

The head of the sect was silent for a long time. He thought that Fan He would become different after awakening the kindness in Xuan Zhi Dao Zun's heart, but now, how come he is still no different from that devil?

No, there are some differences.

She had been bad before and had no intention of hiding it, but now she has learned to pretend in front of Tong Xiyuan.

The head of the sect recalled the past behavior of Xuan Zhi Dao Zun and suddenly found that he had no detailed impression at all.

Does Xuan Zhi Dao Zun care about the world? It seems not. He has been in seclusion for many years and has never cared about the outside world.

Is Xuan Zhidao respecting him for his kindness? It seems not. The other party often waits until their Lingxiao Sect personally asks for help before they are willing to give some strength.

The Mysterious Way respects him...

The head of the sect gave up the recollection, sighed and looked at Fan He, saying: "The Dao Zun was temporarily possessed by the devil, and it is naturally a good thing that he is willing to turn over a new leaf. However, those monks who were killed before were also innocent."

"I know a little bit about the art of searching souls and gathering spirits," Fan He looked at Tong Xiyuan with hesitation, "but..."