Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

After Tong Xiyuan received the news, he began to wait. Based on his understanding of Fan He, he believed that the man would come to Lingxiao Sect to find him within three days.

But he waited and waited, and until the white cat grew a lot fatter, Fan He still didn't show up.

Even 999 was surprised, [Yuanbao, this is not your husband's style. ]

Tong Xiyuan hummed and asked vaguely: [Then can I go...? ]

[What what?] 999 didn't hear clearly, so he used the tip of his tail to pick his ears, [Say it again.]

Tong Xiyuan coughed lightly and laid out a long speech, [I also think it's not his style. It's been so long, do you think he will have any accidents? That kind of soul gathering technique that only exists in secret methods, wouldn't it be difficult? He must be unable to revive so many people by himself, and...]

999 couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted him, [Do you want to go find him? Yes, yes, yes! ]

Tong Xiyuan looked up at the sky, his eyes turned, and he said: [Yes.]

999: […]

The system did not say anything to stop him, so Tong Xiyuan took two swords, picked up the heavy white cat, went to say goodbye to the leader of Lingxiao Sect and all the real people, and then flew towards the direction of the Netherworld Palace.

"Palace Master," You Ye, who was in charge of the investigation, came back hurriedly and knelt down to say, "Madam is on her way back."

Fan He, who was sitting in a high position, changed his posture after hearing this. He changed from being idle at the beginning to leaning against the armrest weakly. He asked, "How long will it take?"

Youye estimated the time, "About an incense stick of time."

After a stick of incense, Tong Xiyuan put away the Qingshuang Sword and found the direction of the main hall with the cat in his arms.

As soon as he entered, he saw this scene.

Fan He, who had not been seen for many days, sat in a high seat, his face pale, his eyes tightly closed, his long black eyebrows furrowed, he leaned sideways on the chair, his elbows propped up on the cold and hard armrests, rubbing his temples from time to time, looking very uncomfortable.

999 couldn't help but exclaim, "Yuanbao, your husband doesn't look well."

It was purely surprised, but Tong Xiyuan felt that if those monks who disliked Fanhe saw this scene, they would make the same sound as the system.

But he is not one of those monks.

Vanhe treated him very well.

Tong Xiyuan narrowed his eyes, and in order not to disturb Fan He's rest, he quietly put the white cat on the ground, put his finger to his lips and made a gesture of silence, then tiptoed carefully towards Fan He.

After getting closer, Tong Xiyuan stood in front of Fan He and bent slightly. When he was hesitating whether to massage Fan He's acupoints, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes that were filled with some pain instantly turned into disbelief and joy when she saw Tong Xiyuan.

Fan He stretched out his hand and pulled Tong Xiyuan into his arms, hugging him tightly, and whispered into Tong Xiyuan's ear: "Am I dreaming?"

Tong Xiyuan sat on his lap, and his heart ached when he heard that, "It's not a dream."

He did not miss the pain in Fan He's eyes just now, and he also saw the other's pale face clearly. Tong Xiyuan moved away a little, raised his face and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Fan He was stunned for a long time as if he had just come back to his senses from a dream. He suddenly woke up and covered his face and said, "Nothing."

He said he was fine, but his face didn't look like it.

Tong Xiyuan couldn't help but grab his collar, and said anxiously, "If you're fine, why don't you come to see me? You promised me."

Fan He wanted to cover it up again, but he was met with Tong Xiyuan's stubborn eyes. He was silent for a long time, then he sighed softly and pulled Tong Xiyuan's hand to cover his dantian.

"What to do?" Tong Xiyuan was confused at first.

Fan He said with a hint of bitterness: "The art of gathering souls is against the laws of nature. If you use it forcefully, you will suffer backlash."

He closed his eyes, deliberately letting Tong Xiyuan feel his current level of cultivation.

Tong Xiyuan was somewhat stunned by the powerful spiritual power under his palm. He had read books and learned a lot from Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji. He vaguely understood Fan He's current cultivation level, "Mahayana stage?"

Fan He responded softly, resting his head on Tong Xiyuan's shoulder and not wanting to speak.

Seeing him so dejected, Tong Xiyuan couldn't help but ask, "What was your cultivation level before?"

He only knew that Fan He's cultivation was unmatched and that he was on the verge of ascending to the realm of godhood.

Wait, Tong Xiyuan's heart trembled, he was about to become a god, so wouldn't that mean he was in the Tribulation Crossing Stage? He suddenly fell to the Mahayana Stage. Ordinary cultivators might not be able to break through the barrier between the two even if they spent thousands of years.

But now, Fan He's cultivation has dropped so much.

Tong Xiyuan opened his mouth, but didn't know how to say the words of comfort.

Unexpectedly, Fan He seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and leaned against his shoulder and said in a muffled voice: "It's all my own fault, Yuan Yuan, don't be sad."

He paused, raised his eyes and looked into Tong Xiyuan's eyes and asked, "Yuanyuan, have you forgiven me?"

Tong Xiyuan wanted to say that there was nothing to forgive him, as Fan He had never done anything unforgivable to him from beginning to end. But Tong Xiyuan paused and realized the true meaning of this sentence.

What Fan He wanted to ask was whether Tong Xiyuan could still accept himself for having done such a bad thing in the past.

The arrogant Taoist master and palace master would actually ask such a question.

"You are so bad," Tong Xiyuan sighed, "yet you are only good to me."

How could he ignore such a person?

Fan He curled his lips. From the moment Tong Xiyuan took the initiative to return to the Netherworld Palace, he knew he had won.

He kissed Tong Xiyuan's brow and said softly, "Yuanyuan, stay with me, okay?"

In this huge and empty Netherworld Palace, he needs someone to share the kingdom with him.

And this person can only and must be Tong Xiyuan.

Tong Xiyuan looked at him doubtfully, "I have brought back all the things from Lingxiao Sect."

Isn't his meaning obvious?

Fan He chuckled, "I want to hear it from your own mouth."

"I'll stay," Tong Xiyuan looked into his eyes and said solemnly, "I'll be with you forever."

Fan He's breathing stagnated for a moment, and he unconsciously tightened his hands around Tong Xiyuan's waist, "How long is forever, for eternity?"

Tong Xiyuan hummed, "For all eternity."

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips were blocked by a burning sensation.

Fan He pressed the back of his head and kissed him for a long time, so long that the hot breath he exhaled carried an unspeakable meaning. He moved away a little and asked Tong Xiyuan, "If we practice dual cultivation, will my cultivation recover faster?"

Tong Xiyuan grabbed his clothes and frowned deeply. His eyes were full of water and the corners of his eyes were stained red. He said uncertainly, "Maybe."

"Then Yuanyuan, help me, okay?"

"Okay."

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