Staying in the small courtyard, the silver moon is like a hook.

Fang Xiwen sat at the table in his room, took out a pen and paper, and thought about the impact of the destruction of the Black Panther Hall on all parties.

In fact, he didn't understand why he called Jiang Xingchu.

Maybe it’s for a new contract;

Maybe her justice is too paranoid, but she can understand it;

Or maybe it's the startling glimpse of contrast after taking off the mask...

In any case, since he got on this pirate ship, he could only try his best to let it go.

Although the Dajiang Gang is happy to see the Black Panther Hall destroyed, for them, firstly, it is a loss of vitality, and secondly, this gang that values ​​loyalty and affection cannot just let it go like this.

So they will investigate and take revenge... Everyone who has seen Jiang Xingchu has turned into a corpse. The only one who left alive has arranged for their family to leave the city.

The wounds on the corpse were also treated, making them as sword wounds as possible and burned with fire.

Even so, the clever Tianyan warlock might still catch clues, so to be on the safe side, he let Jiang Xingchu live in the small courtyard.

He has the means left by Yun Wuxin, which can interfere with the secrets of heaven to a certain extent, confuse calculations, and even have an effect on the surrounding areas.

Fang Xiwen was shocked when he knew she could do such a thing... Is this the first time on location?

After deducing the possible actions of the Dajiang Gang, he made a list of relationships and began to sort out the aristocratic families in Zhoushan City.

Bang!

The door of the room was pushed open forcefully. Jiang Xingchu, wearing a white thin shirt and looking like he had just taken a shower, sat across from him in a majestic manner, "I came to discuss something with you!"

The exposed skin is fair and rosy, as if it could squeeze out water.

"Two things. Before entering, knock on the door and put on your disguise." Fang Xiwen continued to write silently without raising his head.

"What are you doing, look up at me," Jiang Xingchu walked over and held his face, and stared at him for a while, making him turn his head away, "I'm here to talk about business."

"...Then tell me!"

"It has something to do with the martial arts competition in four days. Come and see." Jiang Xingchu pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, sat opposite him, and showed the information he had collected.

At first I thought he was a silly goose, but later I discovered that he was not only outstanding in swordsmanship, but also deeply scheming.

Although Ming Ming had discovered his identity a long time ago, he still acted with him all the way, sounding like "Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang".

Until I took off the mask and saw his absent-minded look...it turned out that he was still a goose!

Fang Xiwen was completely unaware of her thoughts. He reached out to take the paper and heard her ask: "Are you really the son of a noble family?"

"Do you have any opinions?"

"No."

Inexplicably, Fang Xiwen didn't bother to pay attention to her.

Several oral statements were recorded on the paper in Juanxiu's handwriting, from people with different identities.

The Jiang family of Zhoushan City is hosting the martial arts competition. The head of the family is a prestigious martial arts elder. Recently, he has been seen frequenting Fengyue venues, and he appears to be acting suspiciously.

There are two doubts about this matter. First, although the second room of the Jiang family has moved out, Jiang Junhua’s father is still the second master in name.

Even if someone doesn't wear sackcloth and wear mourning, there won't be a martial arts tournament and a feast for everyone.

Secondly, the head of the Jiang family is almost eighty years old and has not taken a concubine in the past ten or twenty years. How can he regain his glory?

Fang Xiwen raised these two doubts and made a decision, "No matter how old he is, he was a master of all abilities when he was young. How could he be easily seen having sex with a prostitute?

There's a trap."

"I also think," Jiang Xingchu smiled sweetly, "It seems that he wants to lure interested people to the venue of the martial arts competition, and then set up an ambush to catch them all."

Hearing this, Fang Xiwen nodded slightly, took out the relationship network he had drawn, and compared it with the paper, "Speaking of which, the Dajiang Gang will also send people there, right?"

"Of course, how could a local snake miss such an event?" She pulled back her slightly damp hair and said with a smile.

Seeing this, he was startled.

Although Fang Qingxiao often performs similar actions, the difference is really big.

"Then let's go too," Fang Xiwen coughed, "I pretend to be a ranger, so I can accept the invitation openly."

"Okay," Jiang Xingchu didn't ask for a reason, took the paper he wrote on, and raised his eyebrows, "Did you sort it out?"

"Burn it after reading it, I've memorized it.

It may not be useful. After all, my time here is too short, and I have to rely more on your evil intelligence network."

There are many things that are not accessible to Fang Xiwen's level. Yun Wuxin is inconvenient to ask, and Uncle Fang is unwilling to talk more.

The cheap dad must know, but he has been in the capital of the gods all year round, and such important information cannot be communicated remotely. It would be great fun to be eavesdropped by the Maitreya Cult.

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu frowned and became unhappy, "You should say, 'We are the Nine Demons', you are my lady now."

"Why, you gave me a salary? Do you have five insurances and one housing fund?"

"How much do you want!" She slapped a mustard seed ring on the table, angrily.

"It's not a matter of money or not."

Although Fang Xiwen is not yet strapped for cash, but after spending various expenses such as training, secret treasures, learning formations, commuting expenses, etc., the money is not enough.

"How about I give you a palace master? Control a thousand people, and have a half-step star girl as a personal bodyguard. She is gorgeous in appearance and can be commanded at your will."

"Yeah, it's not a question of rights or not." Fang Xiwen said weakly.

Damn it, the Demon Cult treats you so well?

"Then what do you want!" Jiang Xingchu slapped the table and stood up, "Speak and give me an accurate message!"

"...Then next, we have to rely more on our evil intelligence network." He relented.

Fang Xiwen thought to herself that she was a legitimate son of a noble family, so why did she join the Demon Cult?

Hearing this, Jiang Xingchu nodded with satisfaction, "Don't worry, although we can't mobilize many masters in Zhoushan City, we have plenty of people from all three religions and nine schools!

When the time comes, collect the information and we will sort it out together."

"Okay."

As soon as he agreed, he noticed Jiang Xingchu staring straight at him and frowned, "What for?"

"Really want to be my subordinate?"

"Don't even think about it. I was just implicated by you and had to board this pirate ship.

After the tournament is over and the things here have been dealt with, we will go our separate ways."

Fang Xiwen said this simply. After successfully resonating with the spiritual realm and summoning the Biluo Sword Immortal, the only reason he stayed in Jiangzhou was to practice the Biluo Sword Immortal through strong resonance.

I just happened to bump into Jiang Xingchu and help her.

"...Hmph," Jiang Xingchu didn't know what he thought of. He breathed out through his nose, took out a ball of silk thread from the mustard seed ring and threw it over, "Don't you want me to teach you how to use star thread?

It just so happens that I am free now."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Fang Xiwen closed her eyes, intending to force herself to believe her, but when she really looked into it carefully, she found that she actually had no objection to her.

Although I don’t know what the environment of the Star Palace is like, it is definitely not a place that can provide a happy childhood.

Jiang Xingchu, who grew up in that kind of environment, may be paranoid, maybe not kind, maybe keen on killing...but she is definitely not a bad person.

Even if he found out her identity, Jiang Xingchu never had a murderous intention towards him.

‘In these few days, even if it’s just a little bit, it would be nice if she could change something...’

【You are me, I am you】

【You are here to gain a new contract】

[As the saying goes, break the prison in order to gain the wings of rebellion]

[I, the goddess of starfall, was bathed in the wind of blessing when I was born, and I will be given more help to regain my new life...]

When he found out that there was really a contract, even if he was mentally prepared, Fang Xiwen was a little stunned.

This contract must be triggered by both people trusting each other.

It turns out that this guy early in the morning...

"Hmph, you really dare to be so defenseless in front of me," Shen Xingchu put on a fierce look and pulled out a few threads, "Let me teach you a lesson!"

Whoosh!

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen smiled slightly, picked up the silk thread on the table, injected his true energy, stretched out his fingers, and tied her up tightly.

The silk threads of the two people are connected to each other, soft and soft, like a lover's touch.

"You, how did you..." Jiang Xingchu looked like he had seen a ghost, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground, "Why?"

"Perhaps I am the natural heir to the Star Palace." Fang Xiwen smiled so much that he showed his white teeth, and finally won back the victory.

"It's not impossible."

"?"

"I know you have a lot of secrets," Jiang Xingchu pulled the thread back casually, along with his expression, "I won't ask."

"Well, that's why I told you openly." Fang Xiwen also took back the thread and spread his hands.

"...It's so convenient to talk to you," Jiang Xingchu held his cheek and thought for a while, "Why did I just meet you now?"

"I would rather we never met."
Chapter completed!