I’m Really a Villain

"Sir, it's right here," said a man in Confucian robes among the many soldiers.

This man has a strong sense of refinement, just like a teacher.

The only thing that is quite special is that there is a circular pattern on the man's forehead.

The interior of the pattern is wave-shaped.

Generally, those who have an understanding of the Heavenly Court basically know that this is a unique symbol of the people in the Heavenly Court.

This kind of mark is very special, no one dares to fake it.

"This is it?" The man named Yu Qingcheng asked with a frown.

"The people from the Yaozu are here," the person next to him nodded.

"If you send someone to follow you, you won't be wrong."

"Don't hurt others, drive them all out of Chang'an City," Yu Qingcheng said lightly.

"Yes," the soldier waved his right hand, and the soldiers behind him filed in.

………

Xu Zimo was sitting under the stage. When the group of soldiers rushed in, someone was holding his portrait, and when they left, they surrounded him.

"You take care of yourself," Jiang Chenyu stood up, ready to leave.

"It is impossible for the monster race to separate the human race."

"You are Xu Zimo," Yu Qingcheng walked over and glanced at Jiang Chenyu.

Although there was no greeting, he still bowed slightly with a somewhat respectful attitude.

"This matter has nothing to do with me, you don't need to think about me," Jiang Chenyu waved his hand.

Yu Qingcheng then turned around, looked at Xu Zimo and said, "Stand up and walk with me."

"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked with interest.

"You don't need to know about this," Yu Qingcheng said in a cold voice with a cold attitude.

"If you don't want to die, just be obedient."

"I've heard too many threats these days," Xu Zimo squinted slightly, his eyes sullen.

"I'm a little tired of listening.

It seems that I have such a good temper that others don't take me seriously. "

"Boy, don't you want to toast and not eat or drink fine wine," said someone next to him.

"This is an emissary from heaven, how dare you disobey your orders."

"What's the fairy envoy, what's the heavenly court?" Xu Zimo shook his head.

"It's nothing, then let me teach you," Yu Qingcheng waved his right hand.

All of a sudden, the group of soldiers surrounded them.

"Let go of me, you bastards," cursed the innocent soul.

It was detained by several soldiers and brought out of the room.

Speaking of wronged souls, her mother is really wronged.

He was working in the room, when someone broke in at a critical moment, and he didn't even have time to put on his pants.

And it stands to reason that although Wounded Soul is not strong, its strength is not weak either.

These soldiers may not be able to catch him.

But one of the soldiers was holding a golden gun in his hand.

When the golden ** rotates, it looks like a small sun, and the wronged soul seems to be very afraid of this thing.

Every time the gun turns, the ghost's aura becomes weaker, until finally he collapses into a ball and dare not move.

………

And two of the soldiers stepped forward.

They also hold a magic weapon in each hand.

A magic weapon is like a gourd, and the whole is red, as if the flame is burning.

The other magic weapon is the long flute, but this flute is not for blowing, the radiance above it is full of radiance and brilliance.

These are two fairy artifacts brought from heaven.

The gourd burns the soul, and the long flute fixes the body.

I saw the two of them controlling the magic weapon, among which the light on the flute turned into a river, and the river of colors was surging surgingly.

At this moment, the entire fairyland seemed to be frozen by time.

Whether it was the people listening to the music or the performers on the stage, they all remained motionless.

Xu Zimo could feel a special force descending, and he was restrained.

But this kind of restraint has little effect on him, and he wants to break free, but it's just a drop in the bucket.

I saw another person holding a gourd, lifting it high, and spitting out a ball of flames from the gourd.

This flame is specially used to burn the soul.

Just like the effect of alcohol on fire, the more it burns, the more vigorous it is.

When the flames came, Xu Zimo didn't care.

Instead, he looked at the wronged soul, and asked with a smile: "You are considered a murderous creature, I didn't expect to be so weak."

"I need a lot of negative emotions, but in Chang'an City, I can't kill people casually," Yuanhun said helplessly.

Not to mention the suppression of him by the magic weapon.

When he was in Leigong Ridge before, the unjust souls had been suppressed by Leigong for countless years, and their strength had been weakened to the limit.

Originally, after he came out, if he went on a killing spree, he could quickly replenish his strength.

But when he met Xu Zimo again, he brought him to Chang'an City.

In the city, he dared not kill anyone.

As a result of the wronged soul, now, I'm afraid to come to the brothel to indulge, the strength is actually not strong.

"You want blood and fear, I'll give it to you today," Xu Zimo said.

The wronged soul was taken aback, as if he still didn't understand what Xu Zimo meant.

………

Xu Zimo raised his head and grabbed it with both hands.

At this moment, the entire void seemed to be grasped by him.

The flow of air, the passage of time, he seems to be the focus of every move.

"Let this rain of blood wash over people's fear of dealing with me."

Those soldiers who surrounded Xu Zimo felt distressed at this moment.

They looked at Xu Zimo's palm, as if his heart was held in his hand out of thin air.

Xu Zimo grasped his palm tightly, and then there was another "boom".

The next moment, there was a scream.

"Ahhh!"

Those soldiers exploded to death one by one.

Seeing bloody and bloody rain falling, everyone around was terrified.

Because watching people around me die one by one.

This feeling of dread is getting stronger and stronger in the air.

Yu Qingcheng's expression changed drastically, and he said lightly, "What did you do?"

"Murder," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

He casually took a cup of tea from the side and drank it comfortably.

"You're courting death," Yu Qingcheng raised his right hand, clenched his fist tightly, and directly killed Xu Zimo.

After all, his subordinates were killed one by one, and he himself was in a hurry.

There was a "boom".

Before this punch touched Xu Zimo, his entire arm exploded.

Yu Qingcheng's face changed slightly.

"Emissary?" Xu Zimo spat, not caring.

"You trash like you dare to bark in front of me?"

"If you dare to kill me, Heavenly Court will not let you go," Yu Qingcheng shouted angrily.

The teacup in Xu Zimo's hand was steaming hot, the lid of the tea collided lightly, and flew directly towards Yuqingcheng.

There was another "bang".

Seeing that the tea cover was about to pass over Yu Qingcheng's head, a jade hand next to him suddenly grabbed the tea cover and directly crushed it into powder.

"Let's stop here," Jiang Chenyu, who was watching the battle, said.

"Why, people are only allowed to kill me, and I'm not allowed to kill?" Xu Zimo asked back.

"What are you?"

"If you talk about Yasheng like that, let alone Heaven, Daqin will not let you go," Yu Qingcheng said angrily.

It can be seen that Jiang Chenyu's status seems to be unusual, Daqin and Tianting are on her side.