Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Tong Xiyuan, who returned to the Netherworld Palace, has lived a nearly secluded life ever since. He doesn't have to worry about the affairs of the monks, nor does he have to worry about the affairs of the demon cultivators. He doesn't have to worry about the affairs of the two protagonists.

During the day, Tong Xiyuan only needs to practice sword and pet cats; at night, Tong Xiyuan only needs to accompany someone to recover his cultivation, and his life is very enjoyable.

Until one day, he came to the side hall with a can of spiritual herbal cat food that he had just made. He wanted to call out the white cat to let it taste it, but he ended up seeing a giant white tiger that looked very familiar.

The white tiger ran around the room happily, and ran around the tall pillar three times before it noticed Tong Xiyuan's presence. After barely stopping its claws, it meowed and lowered its head.

Baihu thought, it’s all over, the secret is exposed, I’m going to be scolded by the big master and despised by the little master.

999 screamed like a gunpowder barrel was lit, "I told you it was a tiger!"

Tong Xiyuan fell silent after hearing the rough and powerful meow. He stood there for a long time staring at the white tiger with the palm-sized can of spiritual herbal cat food in his hand.

He sighed, put the can on the ground, and muttered, "I didn't make enough this time."

He recognized the white tiger as the mount of Fan He, whom he had only met once before.

When Tong Xiyuan lived on Xuantian Sword Mountain in Lingxiao Sect before, he had never seen this white tiger. He thought that such a spiritual beast had run away or found a new owner, but he didn't expect that it had already turned into a cat and followed him.

Thinking of the size of the white cat, Tong Xiyuan couldn't help but laugh. It was really difficult for such a big white tiger.

Seeing that he was not angry, Baihu bravely sat down, lowered his head, licked the freshly baked cat food with his big tongue, and let out a long roar.

Tong Xiyuan half-knelt down in front of it, raised his hand and touched the white tiger's big furry head, "You like it so much."

"what do you like?"

Fan He walked in from outside the hall. At first he only saw Tong Xiyuan's back. When he got closer, he saw the white tiger blocking Tong Xiyuan.

The man's expression changed, and he cast a cold look at Baihu and asked silently: Who allowed you to change back?

The white tiger, who was originally happily eating canned food, suddenly whimpered aggrievedly and lowered his head as if he had been bullied by someone.

Tong Xiyuan stood up and glanced at Fan He, then answered his previous question first, "It likes the food I make, so don't be so fierce."

Fan He easily grabbed his waist and took Tong Xiyuan away from the white tiger. "Yuanyuan, I'm doing this for your own good. Aren't you afraid of it?"

"Afraid of it?" Tong Xiyuan was puzzled. "Am I?"

Fan He narrowed his eyes, "No?"

Before, in front of the Lingxiao Sect's secret realm, who was it that hid to the other side in fear when the white tiger stood up?

Isn’t he his good disciple?

Tong Xiyuan glared, "I was just trying to avoid Baihu's kneeling."

Fan He was silent. If that was the case, then wasn't it unnecessary for him to deliberately turn the white tiger into a cat to please Tong Xiyuan?

No, even if it is unnecessary, Tong Xiyuan must not find out.

Fan He raised his eyes slightly, "So that's how it is. It seems that I misunderstood and thought Yuan Yuan was a coward."

Tong Xiyuan uttered a dumbfounded cry and fell into Fan He's trap. "It's okay. You care about me too."

"Well," Fan He responded to his words, and then said: "That's also my fault. I made it turn into a cat and deceived you."

"It really doesn't matter. I like both tigers and cats." Tong Xiyuan paused, a trace of embarrassment flashing across his face. "You were so cold to me at that time, and I thought you didn't like me. I didn't expect you to notice the details of my avoidance."

When he said this, Tong Xiyuan felt relieved.

Fan He took advantage of the situation and led him out, "Of course I am pleased with you, let's go back and have a rest, okay?"

It took Tong Xiyuan a while to realize the meaning of rest in his words. Bai Ri was reluctant at first, but at this moment, his heart was immersed in the sweetness of "it turns out that he liked me from the beginning", so he nodded unconsciously, "Okay."

……

Cultivation is a hard thing, but dual cultivation is not.

In just two years, Fan He's cultivation returned to its peak. He had broken through the shackles of the ruthless way and was ready to ascend to the realm of godhood at any time. But in order to accompany Tong Xiyuan, he never did so.

No matter how talented Tong Xiyuan was, he could not overcome the limit set by the Space-Time Administration for the taskers to become gods. Hundreds of years later, after he reached the same level as Fan He, his cultivation showed no signs of improvement.

Even so, when there are two great masters in a world, the preference of world consciousness gradually becomes apparent.

As time went by, the monks found that the spiritual power around them was becoming more and more vigorous, and the mysterious realms that had disappeared appeared one by one. Some people bluntly said that it was because of the existence of outstanding people like Tong Xiyuan and Fan He that the upper realm was willing to give them more opportunities to ascend.

Year after year, over and over again, when the immortal cultivator's lifespan of tens of thousands of years came to an end, the two were still staying in the secluded courtyard of the Netherworld Palace.

Fan He held Tong Xiyuan's hand tightly, and placed their palms together. Before closing his eyes, he emphasized: "Yuanyuan, remember this, for all eternity."

Tong Xiyuan smiled and looked at his unchanged face, knowing that they would meet again. He called out 999 and asked the system to prepare to leave this world.

However, just when he was about to close his eyes, Fan He, who had not received a response, suddenly looked over unhappily and said viciously: "If you don't accompany me, I will kill everyone in the world for fun."

Tong Xiyuan's eyes suddenly widened, and before he could say anything, he left this world.

……

[Ingot?!]

999 also heard Fan He's last words. The little system was even more confused than Tong Xiyuan, [Your husband is too bad. ]

Tong Xiyuan bit his tongue secretly, regretting that he should not have saved the energy to say a good word, but it was too late to regret now, so he could only hurry up and urge: [Let's go to the next world quickly. ]

[Okay, no,] 999 agreed but then changed his mind, stroking his chin and questioning: [This is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one, right?]

Tong Xiyuan was puzzled, [What does that mean? ]

999 coughed twice and used his wise brain, [Yuanbao, you can appear in different small worlds because you are a tasker. Your husband can also appear in different small worlds, so what is his identity? ]

Tong Xiyuan had never thought about this, [What is it? ]

[……] 999 was silent for a moment, and then offered an idea: [So, who is he? If you catch him and educate him, and solve the problem from the root, will he dare to harm those innocent people in his little world? ]