I Truly Am The Villian

The night in the city of Destruction was still bustling.

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Back at the inn, in contrast to the outside world, it was somewhat deserted.

There weren’t many people in the inn, Ji Ruobing seemed to have already rested, only the shopkeeper sat at the front desk, playing with an abacus.

"The guest has returned," the shopkeeper greeted with a smile upon seeing Xu Zimei enter.

"Why is it so quiet today?" Xu Zimei asked offhandedly.

"Someone booked the whole place," the shopkeeper replied in a low voice.

Judging by the smile on his face, he must have made a good profit.

Seeing Xu Zimei about to leave, the shopkeeper quickly pulled on Xu Zimei and pointed to the second floor above.

With a cheerful expression, he said, "The person who booked the place is waiting for you up there."

"Waiting for me?" Xu Zimei asked, surprised.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I’m sure," the shopkeeper hurriedly responded.

"Guest, please go up and have a look."

With a doubtful mind, Xu Zimei walked up to the second floor.

Just as he reached the corner of the staircase on the second floor, Xu Zimei twitched his nose.

A faint scent.

He seemed to know who had come.

In front of the street-facing window on the second floor sat Miss Jing.

She seemed to have changed her makeup.

She wore a thick red long gown, looking somewhat different from when he had seen her before.

Her hair had turned golden, and around her eyes was something like smoky makeup, all black around.

Her eyelashes were very long, and this time her lips were painted bright red.

Her appearance was highly seductive.

Her figure was curvaceous, the red long gown half-revealing, even many parts were somewhat inappropriate for children.

She was leaning against the window, looking at Xu Zimei with a half-smile.

"Does Miss Jing need something?" Xu Zimei asked as he approached.

"Why don’t you call me Jing’er," Miss Jing asked with a smile.

"Not familiar," Xu Zimei shook his head and replied.

"Just get to know each other a bit more, and we’ll be familiar," Miss Jing laughed, sticking her tongue out and licking along the edge of her red lips.

"Let’s just stick to business, cut it out," Xu Zimei waved his hand and said.

"Whats the matter, Zimo Brother? Do you despise Jing’er because of her low status? I’m also willing to be your lover."

Miss Jing put on a pitiful look.

"You better call me Young Master Xu. That nickname gives me the creeps," Xu Zimei bluntly refused.

"But I like calling you Zimo Brother," Miss Jing’s eyes twinkled as she stared intently at Xu Zimei.

Her gaze never shifted elsewhere.

Xu Zimei turned his head and gave her a cool glance before turning to leave.

"You heartbreaker, don’t you miss me at all?" Miss Jing’s expression suddenly turned sorrowful.

"Since we parted yesterday, I’ve been thinking about you non-stop. I thought you didn’t like the way I was yesterday, so I changed my makeup especially for today, yet you still haven’t spared me a glance."

"You’re overacting," Xu Zimei looked at her once more, still unmoved.

After only a day of acquaintance, how could there be such deep feelings?

"You’re really cold-hearted, no fun at all," Miss Jing smiled faintly, picked up a teapot, poured herself a cup, and also poured one for Xu Zimei.

Then she said, "Let’s talk about real matters now. Did those War Gods from the city of Destruction look for you?"

"You’re quite well-informed," Xu Zimei nodded.

"I’m here to tell you that those people are untrustworthy; you’d better be careful," Miss Jing said.

"I’m aware," Xu Zimei nodded slightly.

"No good deed goes unpunished," Miss Jing pouted and sniffed.

Then she said, "Then I’ll take my leave first."

She stood up, walked over to Xu Zimei’s side, and once again bowed her head.

Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "If you truly don’t want me to call you Brother Zimo.

I can change the address,

How about I call you daddy, but only in bed."

After Miss Jing spoke, she smiled seductively and walked downstairs.

The faint fragrance still lingered in the air.

Although faint, it was persistent.

Yet, the words of Miss Jing did prompt him to ponder a little.

In the end, others couldn’t be trusted; he had to rely on himself.

When he returned to his room, it was because his room was connected to Ji Ruobing’s.

Ji Ruobing was leaning against the railing in front of the room door, smiling lightly at him.

"Done with your lover’s meeting?"

"Are you jealous?" Xu Zimei retorted.

"What nonsense," Ji Ruobing glared at him and went back into her room.

And Xu Zimei also returned to his room.

Tonight he wasn’t planning to cultivate but intended to use The Dream of Three Thousand Years to refine his Daoist Heart.

This method could transform the seas and fields, and change everything.

Although in the end, they were all reflections in the mirror, the moon in the water, merely a grand dream, it was the most solid training for the Daoist Heart.

Now that Miss Jing had already managed to affect Xu Zimei’s spirits, it left him feeling somewhat threatened.

It was a good opportunity to use her to temper his Daoist Heart.

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A silent night passed, and when Xu Zimei woke from his dream the next day, it was already broad daylight outside.

A hint of fatigue flashed across his eyes.

From the outside world’s perspective, he had only spent a night, but in that dream, he had indeed experienced countless nights.

He slowly sniffed the air, detecting a very faint scent of blood.

Xu Zimei quickly opened the door, only to see three corpses lying in the hallway of the inn.

He happened to know the three corpses.

One was the inn’s shopkeeper, and the other two were the inn’s helpers.

Ji Ruobing was sitting downstairs, waving at Xu Zimei; it was evident that she had woken up early.

"What happened here?" Xu Zimei asked in confusion.

"Last night, at midnight, these people stealthily entered your room. Seeing you were sound asleep, I took matters into my own hands," Ji Ruobing explained.

"The evil beings are becoming increasingly rampant," Xu Zimei responded.

"What are you planning to do today?" Ji Ruobing asked.

Before Xu Zimei could even respond, a loud "boom" resonated, and the inn’s main door was blasted open.

A group of people dressed in black and white robes marched inside with an aggressive aura.

The group’s leader was a man wearing a mask.

The mask was distinguished by a division of black and white colors.

The man looked around and then fixed his gaze on Xu Zimei’s table.

"So you are Xu Zimei," he asked indifferently.

"Moon Shadow Clan?" Xu Zimei guessed, seeing their attire.

"You are bold, to have killed our Moon Shadow people and not even consider running away," the masked man said coldly.

"Not quite yet," Xu Zimei waved his hand and smiled.

As his words fell, another "boom" of an explosion was heard.

This time, the sound came from beneath the ground.

Countless cracks spread out from under their feet, and a gigantic stone statue emerged from underneath the inn.

"The Mountain God descends, all shall kneel," a grand voice thundered commandingly.