After this fire, the Black Panther Hall was completely destroyed.

When the fire first broke out, most of the guards at home ran out safely. Those who ran slowly were caught by Fang Xiwen, held up by their collars and thrown out.

After all, they are just small firecrackers.

When the riot first broke out, these people ran away without looking back.

After the fire was almost out, quite a few people sneaked back in, some taking their own things, while others took away some valuable items.

"Ha, it's like a fly on a corpse, so fun."

On the eaves two streets away from the Black Panther Hall, Jiang Xingchu sat on it and applauded, looking at the ruins in the distance with an innocent look.

Under the dark night, her starry eyes shimmered with light, seemingly brighter than the lanterns hanging on the corners.

Fang Xiwen sat next to her and thought for a while, "In fact, after spending time together day and night, Cheng Ruowen must have already felt it, the precursor of betrayal and separation.

But he would break through his defenses like that just because he was pointed out by someone like you."

"What do you mean by someone like me?" Jiang Xingchu pointed at himself, his almond-shaped eyes widening.

He sighed silently. He had only known this aunt for a few days, but he was already helping to kill people and set fires. He didn't dare to think about what he would do next.

"Hey, hey, why are you sighing? We got rid of the human traffickers!"

Jiang Xingchu moved his buttocks over one by one, and gave him a slap with a smile. The smile on his face seemed extremely real, "How many families have these people caused to be broken?

He should have died long ago."

"You are right," Fang Xiwen smiled and pointed at the wreckage in the fire, "but no matter whether it is the Dajiang Gang or the aristocratic family, there are always people who want to help them do their dirty work.

Black Panther Hall is gone, but there will still be Black Tiger Hall and Black Eagle Hall.

With this lesson learned, they will only cover up better.

Evil will eventually breed, can you stay here to kill?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu stopped smiling and fell silent.

Just when he thought the aunt was thinking, Jiang Xingchu suddenly slapped him on the back and glared: "I don't know! Can't you say something happy? My mood has become worse!"

I started calling myself Miss...

"What's the point of being happy? I was inexplicably dragged into it by you, and I just wanted to accompany you to kill people and set fires. I was also forced to witness the extremely bizarre murder scene. Should I laugh?" Fang Xiwen threw her hand away angrily.

"Oh, aren't you very good at coaxing people!"

Seeing his ugly face, Jiang Xingchu suddenly became happy and held his shoulders, "You have a bright future, hang out with me, I'll guarantee you a good job, and you won't have to worry about all the secrets and techniques!"

Xing Gong is one of the Nine Paths of Evil. As the heir, she really has no problem saying this.

"I don't want it."

"Do you know who I am?" Jiang Xingchu pointed at himself and puffed up his chest.

"Thirty-eight people on the list, the Saint of the Star Palace, the Witch of the Demon Cult, and the cold-faced judge Jiang Xingchu."

"Hey, don't you know very well," Jiang Xingchu admired this silly goose more and more, and immediately stood up, with bright eyes, "The person standing in front of you is the future Palace Master of Xing Palace!"
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"Wow, that's great, the girl is really amazing."

Fang Xiwen had no expression on her face and clapped quietly as she did at first.

"So who are you?"

"What?"

"You're still pretending to be with me?" Suddenly, Jiang Xingchu leaned over and grabbed him by the collar, his eyes filled with murderous intent and his expression ferocious, "Now that you know my identity, why are you still pretending to be here?

You can have such fighting power just by opening your eyes, let alone the body skills... Do you think I have never seen the Emperor's sword skills?!"

This woman changed her face when she said she would, but he was not too surprised and stood up following her strength.

"Okay, I can't hide it from you anymore," Fang Xiwen shook off her hand with a solemn expression, "I am the prince."

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu almost slapped him and shouted, "The prince is almost 30 years old this year!"

"I'll tell you, I'll take off your disguise." Fang Xiwen stepped back and pointed at her face.

"Why?"

"I know your identity, but I don't know what you look like; you know what I look like, but you don't know my identity.

Now you want to know two things about me, then I also want to know two things about you.

Does it comply with your code of conduct?"

"..."

Jiang Xingchu stopped talking, which is fair.

Seeing that she was silent for a long time, Fang Xiwen sneered, turned over and got off the eaves, "That's it."

After that, he didn't look back and walked to the small courtyard where he stayed.

This contract... doesn't matter. It's not that Fang Xiwen has any prejudice against her, but that I just helped you and will you fall out if you refuse the solicitation?

No more service.

Suddenly, he heard a slight sound of breaking through the air, so he turned around and drew his sword as he expected, then drew a circle diagonally upward with the sword.

The dragon spits out pearls and shines on the people!

When this sword, which embodied the essence of "heavy", was used, the air above him sank slightly, and many invisible threads were pulled over, unable to restrain him for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Xiwen used his upright technique, took two steps back, and thrust forward with his sword!

Da.

Jiang Xingchu's figure happened to fall in front of him, and the tip of the sword trembled, stopping an inch in front of Xuebai's neck.

At this moment, Jiang Xingchu reached out and pulled, and countless silk threads wrapped around his body gently. The girl came closer with a half-smile, "Why don't you stab me? I was unprepared."

That's right, he stopped the sword on purpose... because the other party had no killing intent.

"What do you want?"

Seeing that the thread was not tightened, but only fixed his movements, Fang Xiwen pinched the talisman's left hand and hid it in his cuff, and asked calmly.

Jiang Xingchu didn't use the secret method he used against the hall master, but he was still able to mobilize the true energy in his body.

"I am a demon witch. Now that you know my identity, do you still want to leave safely?"

Jiang Xingchu came closer step by step, his body was pulled back, and his back was pressed against the cold wall.

She slapped her right hand on the wall, pulled her pretty face in, and her eyes turned cold, "Don't you want to see it?"

"...What?"

Without answering his words, Jiang Xingchu pinched the edge of his chin and pulled it gently, and the thin mask was torn off, revealing a gentle and peaceful face.

The face is condensed with goose fat, the lips are like cherry blossoms, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and the spirit is like autumn water. It is indescribably delicate and soft, as if it is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the mist and rain on the terrace are misty in those starry eyes.

She is like a harem who likes to read. She speaks softly and softly. She walks softly and supports willows. She blushes when she sees love in books. When talking to others, she covers her face with books and her eyes just smile.

It makes no sense.

Why does this person, who kills people like drinking water, enjoys cruel techniques and screams of pain, look like this?

The people she killed in the distance were still kneeling on the ground, burned by the fire into mummies sitting opposite each other, and some were even reduced to pieces of flesh, with not even ashes left.

At first I thought her lively and cheerful appearance was her disguise, but now it seems that it matches her real appearance very well... Or is this her real disguise?

Throwing away the mask, she pinched Fang Xiwen's chin with two fingers, raised it slightly, and looked him in the eye, "Do you see clearly?"

"...Well," since the other party fulfilled his promise, Fang Xiwen had to respond, "I am the legitimate son of the Fang family in Shendu, Fang Xingyun, Fang Xiwen, the third young master can be called whatever you want.

The ninth person on the list is my sister."

"Huh, that was your real name that you gave me at the beginning," the girl turned her star-like eyes and smiled, "That name is really pretty."

When she spoke, her eyes seemed to smile, and her autumn water rippled slightly.

Looking at her smiling face, Fang Xiwen was even stunned again.

This is the iron-faced judge just now...the pervert who likes to cut people into ham strips...

Suddenly, the thread came loose, Fang Xiwen was released, and Jiang Xingchu left him and took a few steps.

"That's what you're doing...what if I don't take my hand?" He moved his body and asked.

"You will stop, we are the same."

Jiang Xingchu said nothing and turned around quietly.

It’s not that she really wants to know his identity. As the heir of Xing Palace, Jiang Xingchu can strip him cleanly with just a thought. It’s not easy to open a box.

Pulling him with a silk thread doesn't mean he's angry, it's more like...an apology.

Even if they are fellow travelers, the other party has no obligation to go with you, and there is no point in tying them up. As the eldest lady of Xing Gong, Jiang Xingchu doesn’t want to know this.

She took a few steps and was about to disappear around the corner. She hesitated a little, then gritted her teeth and took another step.

At this time, a sigh sounded faintly, "What should we do next?"

Hearing this, the girl suddenly turned around, her happy and angry face suddenly filled with a smile, and walked back quickly, "I will listen to you."

Look, just say he is the same as me.

"I'm so tired now and don't want to make a decision." Fang Xiwen spread his hands.

"Okay. Although the Dajiang Gang doesn't care about the life and death of the Black Panther Hall, they still have to take action on the surface.

We will wait and see what happens for the time being, but there are a few points that we still need to pay attention to..."

Being able to kill many villains and achieve such a brilliant record, Jiang Xingchu is a person who is good at planning.

Even without Fang Xiwen, she can destroy the entire Black Panther Hall alone.

"Hey, if you teach me how to use the star line, does that still count?"
Chapter completed!