Chapter 121 I am beautiful

The next day, early morning.

When Fang Xiwen woke up from her sister's arms, he looked up and met Neng's eyes. Gentle eyes fell on him, as if they had a real warmth.

"Sister, you woke up so early?"

"Well, I don't want to miss the way you open your eyes." Fang Qingxiao smiled softly.

"Yes, really."

He didn't know why his sister suddenly became gentle. He was very uncomfortable with it for a while, so he got out of bed and hurriedly washed away.

Today, we made an appointment for the two of us to go together, so he cooked two portions of noodles in the kitchen. After eating, he took his sister and headed straight to the bamboo forest outside the city.

There is still no need for any voucher to enter this time, and there are more people than last time. I deliberately chose this point to open the forum, perhaps to prevent people from going to work.

After observing for a while, Fang Xiwen asked his sister to stay outside to take care of her, and walked in dressed like a blue-shirted scholar from last time.

The "old god" was still on the stage, speaking in a toned tone, "...all relationships related to you will drag you down, such as partnership. People always think about how to get the other person's attention to stay on themselves and how to please the other person.

For this reason, I would rather compromise and even give up my self-esteem."

Damn, you are still a master of love, right? Fang Xiwen was very upset after hearing this. Last time, he was talking about national affairs. Why is the topic so low this time?

"However, the degree of this kind of 'acquired relationship' is relatively minor. Everyone, do you know what is the most serious one?" The old god looked around and said decisively: "It's blood! This was decided from the time you were born.

Things, no one can choose their loved ones!

Their advice, preaching, comparisons, their births, marriages, funerals... It is no exaggeration to say that this is a kind of pollution to human beings!"

Oops, even the direction of the speech has begun to sink. Are the dialogue techniques aimed at the common people optimized...

Fang Xiwen once again felt that this kind of demonic ways should not be underestimated. Their harm is even greater than that of an organization like the Blood Clothes Sect that simply kills.

Because it is true that some people will be brainwashed, and then their bones will be broken and their marrow will be sucked out, which will harm the entire family.

He listened for a while, and as expected, the topic began to change. The solution proposed by the old ghost was to let your whole family join the religion, so that everyone would become a true whole, with a bond that transcended blood ties, and there was no need for

Be polluted again.

‘You can really justify yourself, okay.’

After Fang Xiwen waited for a while while holding back his anger, the young man who had met him once finally discovered him.

The young man's injuries seemed to have healed, but his spirits were a bit low. When he came up to him, his attitude was extremely respectful: "My lord, please move to the back of the bamboo forest and wait a moment."

"Is this how you treat guests? Get out of here!" Fang Xiwen flicked his sleeves and robe, and the young man hurried away.

Not long after, the old immortal who was surrounded showed an apology on his face and bowed deeply, "Everyone, something happened in the Holy Church. It is inconvenient to continue preaching today. We will see you tomorrow!"

"I will obey the immortal's decree!"

"Old fairy, where is my medicine!"

Although the audience was a little unhappy, they all stood up consciously and evacuated the bamboo forest in an orderly manner, and the surrounding area became quiet and quiet.

After the people were almost gone, the young man brought the old immortal over and solemnly introduced him: "This is a preacher, and this is..."

"Red blood." Fang Xiwen held out his chest and sneered, cherishing the words like gold.

Behind him now is a lunatic from the Blood Clothes Sect. What is your identity and my status?

"It turns out to be Mr. Chixue. I've heard the details from Xiao Li. It's indeed our fault for not providing good hospitality last time -" This preacher looks a bit like a fairy, and his normal speaking voice is also...

Very charming.

There was a clear smile on his face, and he stretched out his sleeves as if to shake hands, but there was already a strong sense of evil in his sleeves, and his palm was about to fall silently!

"Dereliction of duty?" Fang Xiwen sneered, and suddenly pointed a finger on his wrist, and a strong bloody aura exploded!

Just as the preacher was about to retreat, Fang Xiwen drew his sword brazenly, and all his shocking book energy turned into blood evil. With a flick of his wrist, he fired three swords in a row, with a sound like thunder: "In your eyes, am I a lost dog?"

Huh!!"

The clear water is overwhelming!

This sword move was driven by his blood evil, which directly produced the image of an inverted sea of ​​blood, directly bringing the two of them into the scope of the sword force, and slapped them down!

Seeing this, the preacher laughed instead of being angry. He grabbed the young man's back and flew back. He struck out two palms to block the sword. His blood surged all over his body. After a while, he stood still and handed over his hand: "I suspect that your identity is wrong, but

If we act like this, we still hope Haihan will do it."

Killing people at the slightest disagreement was in line with his imagination of people in the Blood Clothes Sect. Coupled with such a pure blood-evil spirit, Chuan Dao San's people had already believed most of them.

"What if I say no?" Fang Xiwen's sword tip was dyed scarlet, and his mouth raised a curve.

"You will."

"Oh?"

"Everyone has desires. You have them, and so do your subordinates," the preacher said with a proud smile, stroking his beard, "They want to eat, drink blood, and kill people...

Xinggong is at odds with you, and taking refuge in them will only lead you into a trap; one Jiangzhou is enough for the Maitreya Cult, and the hands of the bald donkeys cannot reach it;

At this moment, the only one who can help you is my holy religion.

Your Excellency will never say that you are willing to go back to the Southern Wilderness to become the Gu God’s dog, right?"

Eliminating the options one by one, and finally adding a strong inflammatory sentence, he is worthy of being a speaker... Fang Xiwen thought that he could use it for next time, and the expression on his face kept changing.

After a while, he regained his indifference and said: "Lead the way."

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Again, killing the scattered preachers and blowing up this den will not help. He came here to find a way to raise chicken feathers from the ground.

Therefore, he plays a role similar to the "Logistics Minister" of the Blood Clothes Sect - neither strong nor weak, with four orifices and the core skills of the Blood Clothes Sect.

He behaves erratically, but he also considers his subordinates - even if the entire sect is crazy, in such a bad situation, the survival of the organization must always be considered.

Only with this identity can one have the opportunity to come into contact with the material flow of Mie Tian Clan, and then obtain the list.

After semi-verifying their identities, the Preacher of Preachers did not play any more tricks and took Fang Xiwen directly to a teahouse in the east of the city. Fang Qingxiao was slightly ahead of them, using his sword energy to leave marks on various inconspicuous corners of the building.

, indicating that he is not lost.

This tea house is the one mentioned in the six-door intelligence. The preacher has not completely trusted him yet, so he only gave a stronghold on the surface. The specific situation depends on the content of the conversation.

"Your Excellency Chixue, I wonder how many people you have under your command?" The preacher sat down in the private room and waved, and several good-looking maids walked in from outside the room. Their clothes were revealing, their voices were soft, and they acted like pouring tea.

Quite explicit.

Bang!

Fang Xiwen was sitting slumped, but when he heard this, he punched a dent in the table and said in a cruel tone: "It's not how much I have, but how much you can give!

Stop pretending to find out the bottom here!"

"Do you have any other choice?" Sanren leaned back leisurely on the chair and clasped his hands.

"No choice?!" Fang Xi pulled out his long sword solemnly, put one foot on the table, and cut the table in two with one sword, "Say it again!"

The long sword stabbed directly at the back of the preacher's chair, causing the latter to break out in a cold sweat: "Answer me!!"

Several maids were so frightened that they fell to the ground, pushed each other out, and dispersed in a rush.

Seeing this, the preacher secretly cursed the fucking lunatic. Didn't he just say it well? But on the surface he was still trying to comfort him, "Yes, yes, I expressed it improperly."

Fang Xiwen's meaning is very obvious. If you can't give me the conditions I want, I will send someone to break up with you. Anyway, the Blood Clothes Sect is never afraid of death.

"But we still need a specific number, because if you have a large number of students, I may need to report to the above, and management issues also need to be dealt with..."

"Twenty core members, and a few peripheral members." Seeing him surrendering, Fang Xiwen also "stopped", withdrew his feet and sat back casually.

This number was calculated by him based on intelligence last night, and it falls within the range that can attract the attention of the Mietian Sect, but not take it seriously.

"Twenty people? This is really..." Preacher's eyes lit up, as if he had caught something, and his tone became a little excited, "It's not that we are neglecting Your Excellency. If we try to recruit them all, this will also have a negative impact on our original members.

It’s an impact. To be cautious, I still need to ask for advice.”

"If I find out that you are delaying on purpose, I will chop you into pieces with a knife!" Fang Xiwen had already expected this, and smashed the table to pieces with one palm, filled with blood.

"How is that possible?" Sanren's old face smiled like a flower. He lowered his head and rummaged for a while, then threw something casually, "Don't dislike it if you give it a little thought."

Fang Xiwen reached out and took the kit, stuffed it into his arms without looking at it, and stood up.

"Xiao Li, see off the guests!"

Hearing this, the young man's body trembled imperceptibly, and he quickly nodded and followed. The two of them walked out of the teahouse.

When he was sent to the door, Fang Xiwen suddenly took action, locked his throat like lightning, and laughed: "Sanren, this young man is not bad, I will borrow it first!"

"How dare you!" The old ghost flew down from the second floor.

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Xingping City, in a dark alley.

The preacher's desire to pursue is not high, and he is even just pretending. He knows that Fang Xiwen will definitely come to cooperate with him. Losing a disciple is nothing, even if he is killed on the spot, the most he will do is blow his beard and wipe out his face.
To be continued...