Fantasy script: Am I the only villain?

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

When Gu Li was obsessed with training Xiang Ke, a weak girl with a haggard face who was dressed in white and had a haggard face also came to a restaurant in Qingyunzhou.

It is the contemporary saint of Taixu Palace, Ming Yi.

Such a delicate little beauty naturally attracted countless ill-intentioned eyes...

"Speaking of that Taiping Sect Feng Jing, it can be said that he is a generation of peerless Tianjiao, a sword slashed the sky, attracting countless heroes and heroes to visit, but it's a pity..."

A prodigal and pompous boy also walked up to her and said with a wicked smile:

"This beauty, isn't it lonely to listen to books by yourself? There is a special listening gentleman in the next house, and there is a big bed and soft couch, why don't the girl come with me..."

It can be seen that this pair of masters and servants have done a good thing of robbing the people's daughters!

Looking at the obscene light in Gongzi's eyes, Ming Yi didn't even have the heart to scold him, but just stretched out his white little hand and said coldly:

"Get out."

The

next moment, I heard a loud bang.

The frivolous boy's body smashed through the wooden floor of the restaurant in an instant, and fell heavily to the

ground! Even the ground was smashed into a big hole by him!

No matter how he struggled, the ordinary bluestone brick floor was like a magnet, sucking him to the ground.

The middle-aged swordsman who was following behind Brother Gongzi saw this scene, and immediately frowned, and asked in a deep voice,

"Star gravity...

Are you from

the Taixu Palace?" "Since you know, why don't you get out quickly?"

Hearing this, the boy on the ground raised his head with difficulty and shouted: "Can the people of the Taixu Palace commit murder on the

street?

Ming Yi waved his hand impatiently, and Brother Gongzi, who was still paralyzed on the ground, was instantly squeezed into a ball of flesh by the strong gravity.

Bright red blood droplets even splashed on her pretty face.

But she still didn't change her face, but just fixed the pale and trembling storyteller in place, and listened to the storyteller with relish.

This kind of thing has happened too many times along the way.

And every time, in the end, without exception, she killed the people who came to provoke.

After all, the older generation, for the sake of the face of the Taixu Palace, did not dare to attack her.

And among the younger generation....

She is invincible.

"Then again, is that person's name Feng Jing?" Ming

Yi tapped the table with his slender index finger and muttered to himself

, "I remember, Brother Nalan's fiancée is a member of the Taiping Sect?"

"Brother Nalan nourishes my meridians night and night, and he must have something in my heart..."

No one can rob my brother Nalan!"

...

......

"What

is a sword?" The

young man holding a big iron rod in front of him made Xiao Longtao's face bitter, and he said tremblingly:

"This big brother, I really don't know what a sword is! I will never use a sword again! Please let me go!"

He just blew a word of water casually in the teahouse, and the young man who called himself Sword Eighteen was going to ask him about the sword!

What was even more outrageous was that the so-called Ask the Sword...

It was just holding a big iron rod and constantly hitting him!

Under the extremely exquisite swordsmanship of Sword Eighteen.

Xiao Longtao was powerless to resist at all, so he could only be whipped to death like a dog...

Once he was wounded, Sword Eighteen would draw a silver-white sword from the iron rod and slash at him.

In the next moment, the injuries all over his body were completely recovered

! And Jian Eighteen would put the sword back into its sheath, lift the iron rod and ask faintly

, "What is the sword?"

Xiao Longtao gave more than 100 answers,

and was beaten more than 100 times!

For a whole day and a night!

As if no answer could satisfy this young man who seemed to be seriously ill!

During this period, it was not that no one tried to save him from the sea of suffering.

But whoever comes to the rescue will be overturned by the sword eighteen sticks...

And his emotions changed from anger to numbness.

Now he just wants to go home and get a good night's sleep, and then throw the family heirloom sword in his hand into the pit...

Seeing that the big iron rod that made him tremble was about to fall on him again, Xiao Longtao shuddered, and hurriedly kowtowed his head and shouted:

"Young man! I will never use a sword again in my life! I really don't know what a sword is... Whoa!

" After eating a stick, he shrank into a ball

and said in a trembling voice, "However, I heard that there is a peerless sword immortal in that Taiping Sect, whose name is Feng Jing, but he can open the sky with a sword!"

Hearing this, Jian Eighteen finally stopped his hand and said thoughtfully:

"

If you don't say it, I forgot, this time I went down the mountain to ask the sword from the Taiping Sect, why did I delay so much time here..."

Xiao Longtao on the ground heard this, and he wanted to cry again without tears.

Just when he was crying silently, he heard Jian Eighteen ask suspiciously:

"The Feng Jing you are talking about, he is very powerful?"

"It's not a question of whether he is powerful or not, he is really rare!"

Xiao Longtao, who just wanted to send away this deep well ice, got up with difficulty, danced with his hands and hurriedly said,

"He split the entire sky with one sword!

The next moment, a warm feeling of comfort made Xiao Longtao involuntarily squint his eyes.

Just when he thought that this Shenjing Ice was going to look for Feng Jing.

The faint voice of Sword Eighteen sounded again.

"What is a sword?"

...

......

Looking at the golden long sword in his hand, Feng Jing couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

I don't know if it's his delusion.

Since Gu Li borrowed the sword for some time, Xiang Ke has undergone some abnormal changes.

Not only has he become a lot more reticent, but he will often show his figure, looking at the bright stars in a daze, not knowing what he is thinking.

Every time Feng Jing wanted to ask what was going on, her face would turn red, and she casually found some lame reasons to prevaricate.

Moreover, what is even more difficult for Feng Jing to accept is.

Whenever he practiced his swordsmanship and poured true qi into his sword.

He would feel that some of the narrow passages in the sword body had expanded a lot for some reason, and there was no longer the slightest hindrance or cramping to run the aura.

And Xiang Ke, who is not far away, will also cast a complex gaze mixed with shame, disappointment, regret and other emotions to him...

As if he couldn't satisfy her at all.

"That's it, I must have thought too much..."

Feng Jing put his sword back into its sheath and asked softly

, "Master, can I take the Peepping Dao Fruit now?"

After receiving Xiang Ke's affirmative answer,

he raised his head and swallowed the spirit fruit in his mouth.

At this moment, two sneaky figures also came to the door of his cave...