Fairy, I really am a villain!

Her voice was as fragile as bubbles, as if it would disappear in the sunlight.

"I'm fine," he gently hugged Luo Qingni, letting her lean on him, and looked at the person standing, "What's wrong with her?"

Although she spoke in a very calm tone, Shen Xingyao's heart suddenly trembled and she shook her head vigorously, "She, she killed several disciples of the Mingyue Sword Sect with just one sword, and then they all ran away..."

"Mingyue Sword Sect."

After repeating it once, Shen Xingyao saw his eyes turn blood red.

Before this, she always thought that Fang Xiwen didn't have the feeling of being angry, and even wanted to deliberately make him angry because she had made a fool of herself in front of him.

Now that she saw it, she wanted to slap her past self twice.

He squatted down and carried Luo Qingni on his back. The girl's body pressed tightly against him, her arms around his neck, and she said softly, "It's your turn to carry me."

When we first met, you couldn't even jump across a wider river.

"Do not talk."

Fang Xiwen took a deep breath, suppressed the trembling of his body, and walked forward step by step.

Although she couldn't see her surroundings clearly and didn't know where to go, Luo Qingni felt very safe when she was being carried on his back.

It's like this again, always like this, always like this.

He always appears when I am most helpless, but it seems as if it is natural.

However, contrary to the warmth in her heart, Fang Xiwen now only felt endless guilt.

He doesn't blame himself for what he can't do, but everything is his fault.

He did not integrate the memories of the Third Young Master and still held the mentality of modern civilized society. He still felt that although they were wrong, they did not have to die.

He took it for granted.

"I should have killed them all, right from the start..."

He accepted the idea easily, as if it had always been there, always in a corner of his mind.

Fang Xiwen just stretched out his hand and pulled, and the faint light flowing on the wall suddenly gathered together and formed a chessboard.

After coming up from "below", his control over the secret realm has reached an extremely deep level.

His aura suddenly became lofty and vast, like a god looking down at the world, staring coldly at the light spots on the chessboard.

Fang Xiwen locked onto ten targets in an instant and drew out a long sword in his hand.

"Come here too."

When their eyes met, she could only see the blood-red emotion in his eyes, which did not appear violent, but just burned quietly.

Shen Xingyao's legs went limp, she almost lost control of her bladder, and almost fell to her knees, "Okay, okay—"

Chapter 57 Change Back Quickly

A sword sect disciple in a white robe was running away frantically. He didn't dare to look back, but just ran desperately, as if he would leave the fear behind him.

Fear gnawed at his heart like a worm.

There were three of them fleeing together, but now he was the only one left.

The man with the long sword and bloodshot eyes was elusive and it was impossible to even see how he attacked. His companion fell down holding his throat.

he came! !

Only the sound of slight footsteps was heard, and the corridor in front of him twisted slightly, revealing three figures.

He saw Fang Xingyun put the girl down and walked towards him step by step.

Da da da.

The footsteps were the knell of death. Being locked in that man's gaze, it seemed as if the past and the future were no longer important. The only thing left was... myself at that moment, waiting for the sword to fall.

As he was walking, his figure suddenly disappeared——

Noisy!

There was no killing intent, no resentment, and no unnecessary emotions. It was just an extremely calm sword strike.

"Ahhhh!"

The sword hit his arm, but because of his external skills, it failed to cut it off. One could see the flesh and bones connected together, and blood dripping bit by bit.

He was sweating profusely from the pain, and he knelt on the ground, holding his arm, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please let me go——!"

"Don't beg for mercy. It's useless. You can vent your hatred towards me. As the one who killed you, I have the obligation to accept this."

The man holding the sword stood quietly, as if giving him time.

"Go to hell!!"

Finally, the sword sect disciple became bolder and thrust out with his still intact right hand!

boom!

A head flew high up and fell heavily in the corridor.

Fang Xiwen didn't even look at the corpse. He just quietly sheathed his sword, then walked back as if nothing had happened and took the girl from Shen Xingyao's hands.

The latter's eyes swept over the corpse and his heart felt cold.

This was the eighth sword sect disciple to die at his hands. With his eye skills, he could only strike with one sword.

His condition was very abnormal. Shen Xingyao thought he was possessed by a demon, but he remained extremely calm and killed a four-orifice master in a one-on-one fight right in front of her.

Every move of the opponent was within his expectations. He didn't even get a chance to touch the corner of Fang Xingyun's clothes before his throat was pierced by the sword.

He is now just like... a thinking puppet.

Seeing him gradually walking towards the front of the corridor, Shen Xingyao followed him and walked behind him.

As someone who was relatively familiar with him, Shen Xingyao was not surprised at his changes.

This is a person who knows he is being hunted and is about to die, but can still laugh. He is not normal. The reason why he seems to have a good temper is because there is someone with him.

There is the obedient, bright and generous senior sister;

There was this girl who, even though she was unconscious, still hugged his neck with a faint smile;

"Fang Xingyun only opened his eyes yesterday, and today all the disciples of Mingyue Sword Sect will be killed by him."

What would he be like if he hadn't met this silly and kind girl?

Shen Xingyao felt a chill in her heart.

...

...

are dead.

They are all dead!

Dai Yuanqing was fleeing in the corridor and encountered dozens of corpses along the way. Those were his fellow disciples, the brothers who had been talking and laughing with him and hugging each other half an hour ago!

They all had terrified expressions, their deaths were miserable, and their big bulging eyes seemed to be staring at him.

Sword wounds, sword wounds, all sword wounds!

It wasn't me who killed you, it wasn't me!

His spirit was oppressed to the point of near collapse, even to the point of having hallucinations.

Dai Yuanqing saw that the wall, which was faintly glowing, turned blood red and began to ooze out large amounts of blood. It was as if flesh and blood had been shattered and pasted on the wall, outlining a big smiling face.

"Don't come over here!"

He wanted to kill me, he wanted to kill me... He even arranged this escape route for me, he deliberately left me until the end!!

Dai Yuanqing was crying as he ran, with snot, tears, feces and urine all coming out of his nose. He looked crazy and insane. Suddenly, he stopped.

The phantom of a man appeared in front of the corridor.

He was dressed in brocade clothes, his face hidden in the darkness, only two spots of blood could be seen, and liquid was dripping from the sword in his hand.

Not a phantom!!

Hey.

"I don't regret it, I just blame myself," the man stepped in front of Dai Yuanqing, and looked at him quietly with a pair of scarlet eyes, "It's all my fault for having illusions about scum like you and having empathy as a human being."

puff!

Fang Xiwen stabbed his abdomen with a sword and said calmly: "I was wrong."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Dai Yuanqing covered his stomach, tears streaming down his face, and knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately, "I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Let me go--"

His voice suddenly stopped, and his head lost its support and rolled to the ground.

"It's too late. There's no time left for you to vent."

After saying this calmly, Fang Xiwen stood in front of the headless corpse, casually pulled out a chessboard, and quietly operated on it.

Shen Xingyao, who watched the whole process, was terrified and the hem of her dress was wet.

It’s not that his methods were cruel, but that the scene was too horrifying.

Fang Xingyun did not threaten, insult, or vent, he just quietly confessed his guilt, as if he was confessing himself... You are fucking killing people!

He first finished speaking quietly, then with one sword he turned the living person in front of him into a corpse! !

For no reason, she thought of the slap from Senior Brother Yue, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

While Shen Xingyao was trembling, Fang Xiwen took a step forward and reached his hand into the void.

Now, he is the master of this secret realm.

In another corridor infinitely far away, He Yu, the only surviving disciple of the Mingyue Sword Sect, was crying his heart out.

He ran forward desperately, leaving the lives of his fellow disciples behind him, and finally the secret treasure appeared before him.

“You can go out now, Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Dai… Ughhhhhhh!!”

It was a floating jade seal, but just when he was only one step away, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed it before his hopeful eyes turned into despair.