Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day - Chapter 32

Only when you are close to the back mountain can you most intuitively feel the light of the sky, the heat rushing into the sky, the hot flames licking the last trace of moisture in the dry air, and the heat is blowing on your face.

Large tracts of gray-blue phalaenopsis quickly withered in the fire, and the leaves quickly rolled up, controlling the moisture, and turning into dry and withered branches, which were swept by the hot wind and turned into a smear of fly ash.

The mysterious profound energy fluctuations are floating in the sky, the light and shadow are undulating, graceful and colorful, just like the strange northern lights.

But compared to the magnificent waves of the aurora, the mysterious color of the butterfly orchid is more weird, light gray and dark black intertwined, dark blue and pale intertwined, converging strange and twisted patterns on the night of Canglan.

Like a beast tortured to death, the soul is full of hatred and evil thoughts that are heavy and difficult to express.

Finally arrived at the foot of the mountain, Xie Ziyou was secretly speechless, looking at the shadow of the burning fire in the mountains.

He folded his hands together, and a small blue whirlpool floated out of his palms, and ice blue icy Ling appeared upon the call. The white skirt was blown by the heat wave and turned into a brilliant red by the fire.

The ice ridges suspended in the air slowly melted and turned into crystal water droplets. Although the water droplets were small, they seemed to weigh a thousand catties. They were slowly entrusted by profound energy and scattered to every corner of the hillside.

As if the spring rain suddenly arrived, the water droplets carried the violent wind straight across the sky, forming a dull cloud in the dark night. With icy edges as a guide, the sky is really tangled with rain, and the rain is getting stronger, and it is pouring out.

The fierce fire was finally contained and slowly extinguished.

But Xie Ziyou didn’t have the ability to resurrect the dead, and the dead grass was prosperous. The sly butterfly orchid that had been burned to fly ashes could not be saved.

Guan Heng followed Xie Ziyou closely, leaned over and whispered in his ear: “This fire is man-made.”

No matter how fierce a mountain fire is, there is absolutely no reason to burn the entire hillside in a short while.

Looking at the spread of this flame, it must be fired from multiple sources, sparks spreading and converging, and it finally became a continuous wave of fire.

Xie Ziyou frowned slightly and nodded.

Just at this moment, a strange voice greeted them behind them: “Junior Brother, you are dereliction of duty.”

The two suddenly looked back.

The fire faded, the bright fire between the sky and the earth gradually faded, and the darkness returned. Guan Heng could only see the long outline of the man, unable to distinguish his face.

But just listening to the gloating tone, it is obvious whether it is a good bird—it must be Wu Cong.

Guan Heng sneered, and said indifferently: “Brother, you came in time.”

“Hey, where and where.”

The young man slowly approached, his face gradually clear, his eyebrows were still beautiful, but he was covered with a shadow by the dark night, and his slender eyebrows looked strange and strange because of the strange light and shadow behind him.

“Hey, Junior Brother, I really didn’t expect you to burn this creepy butterfly orchid on fire!”

Wu Cong sighed, squeezing his throat artificially, sighing: “You can’t pick a thousand plants, you can tell me! Brother, is it really letting the Fatang punish you?”

“Senior brother is spurring you, I hope you do better. It’s good for you, in order to perfunctory tasks, simply set fire to the back mountain, brother’s heart hurts.”

“I told you a long time ago that this is the spiritual plant that Master has raised for ten years and will be used for cultivation. Now that you have burned it all up, how can you explain it to Master?”

This passage was so shameless, Xie Ziyou was dumbfounded and unbelievable.

There are such shameless people in the world?

Guan Heng also laughed with anger, pointed at the flying ash of the Manshan Mountain, and said loudly: “Brother, you said I burned these spiritual plants, is there any evidence?”

Wu Cong raised his right hand and made a gentle move behind him.

Someone rushed over, standing behind Wu Cong, and paraded to Xie Zi, whispering: “I am the person in charge of the Fatang, Lu Renjia.”

“Half an hour ago, I saw Mars at the foot of the mountain, and it happened that this kid rushed down from the mountain and passed me by.”

Lu Renjia raised his head, pointed his index finger straight at Guan Heng, stared slightly, and said angrily: “I saw him sneaking up and chasing him all the way. I didn’t expect this guy to run faster than a rabbit!”

“I couldn’t beat my feet… let him escape.”

Wu Cong waved his hand.

Lu Renjia obediently shut up, stepped back and stood behind him.

The young man was triumphant and raised his mouth: “This is a witness.”

“Junior Brother, what else do you have to say?”

Guan Heng let out a cold snort, his eyes sharp and sharp, and he stared at Lu Renjia closely.

Thinking fast, the young man quickly figured out the key—Wu Cong has a huge influence in the academy, and his actions in the past few days will definitely fall into the eyes of the other party. It’s not a secret that you help to collect the sly butterfly orchid, a thousand spirits. Zhi, is not enough to stump oneself.

If it fails, the young man will make another plan, set fire to the mountain, and beat him down.

As for the witness, it’s pure nonsense.

Half an hour ago, he was still nesting in his simple courtyard, quietly waiting for Yuyou to throw himself into the trap. How could he have time to engage in any kind of weird butterfly orchid?

“Brother,” the young man bit his voice, saying every word with a sharp sense of oppression like a blade, and said every word, “I haven’t been out for a day, let alone come to the back mountain.”

Wu Cong also sneered: “Did anyone prove it?”

“Why should I prove to you?”

Guan Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light flickered in his eyes. After thinking for a while, the boy sighed deliberately and shook his head.

“Brother, if you can’t understand me, let’s just play a game and have a good time-why do so many bends behind your back?”

“Do you know who likes to play with Yin the most?”

The young man smiled with his hands behind his back, but his voice pierced Wu Cong’s eardrum like a needle.

“The weak.”

The thick water vapor entrained in the wind blends with the burnt smell of the withered grass, condensing into a more suffocating strange smell.

Wu Cong’s eyes widened sharply, the corners of his eyes were torn with visible bloodstains, the humiliation he suffered in Luoling once again struck his mind, and his whole body began to faintly pain again-the more breezy and calm the young man in front of him, the more he could not wait to live. Its meat!

“you you…”

“What did I do wrong?” Guan Heng’s voice was awe-inspiring and straightforward. “Senior brother and I are embarrassed in every way. In the final analysis, it’s because you can’t beat me-hurt your self-esteem?”

Wu Cong: “…”

The young man’s eyes turned black, and a fishy qi suddenly rushed to his chest, blocking his throat tightly, his lips trembled, but he couldn’t say a word.

“Brother, don’t be angry.”

Guan Heng chuckled, pretending to apologize, “I am a person from a bad background, I don’t understand etiquette, and I speak more straightforwardly.”

“But being upright also has the benefit of being upright. Some people just can’t give him a good face. The more you talk to him, the more arrogant and domineering he is — ah brother, sorry, I’m not targeting you, I say certain, some, people .”

Wu Cong stared at him viciously, panting heavily, and his lips turned purple.

Guan Heng’s voice is mellow, like a spring rain hitting a stone: “As for the issue of self-esteem, we can sit down and talk about it. We can talk about arson, or we can have a good fight. As for this evidence—”

The boy’s arms were straight and pointed at Lu Renjia, but his eyes stayed on Wu Cong’s purple cheeks, and he smiled slightly.

“What a clumsy trick, what a perfunctory testimony.”

“If you really act in front of the master and disturb him in retreat, brother, don’t you think it is funny?”

The hot wind blows on the face, and the rich water vapor accumulates in the wind, making people breathless.

Wu Cong stared fiercely for a long time, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words in a hoarse voice.

“I have someone to testify somehow.”

The dry throat of the young man also seemed to have been scorched by the wildfire, and the words were bitten extremely hard, harsh and hideous.

“What about you? You said you haven’t been out. Someone testified?”

“I can testify.”

The crisp and cold voice suddenly spread, like a wind chime swaying, flying against the stone.

Xie Ziyou walked out slightly, the dark blue profound energy enveloped the whole body like a smoky tulle, the muscles were like fat, the air was like orchids, clearer and more agile than the ice and snow on the Qianren Peak. The eyes were glazed with ice blue. The tail was picked up brightly on the ground, and the tail was dyed with a thin red.

His red and small lips were tightly pressed, his cheeks were half drunk red, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Even though the smile was suppressed by the master’s efforts, it still rose like a flame, leaping over the eyebrows, and the spirit was flying.

Xie Ziyou really used the energy of breastfeeding, holding back so that he did not laugh.

Wu Cong’s expression at this moment is so interesting, Xie Ziyou couldn’t help but complain to the system in his mind: “It feels so good to be with the protagonist.”

Ever since Xie Ziyou was caught upright by Guan Heng, who was waiting for him, the system has been taciturn, quietly acting as a backdrop.

Now it still exerts its good qualities of assisting love, only smiling and not talking, leaving the venue for a crowd of young people.

However, Wu Cong’s good morals rooted in his soul obviously do not include the “a person of interest who speaks rationally to a rival in love”. Seeing Xie Ziyou stand up, his eyes still look affectionately at Guan Heng’s body, and the young man’s mind exploded on the spot. There was a burst of sparks in front of me.

“Junior sister,” the young man was pale and incredulous, “you, how do you help that kid speak?”

“I’m the party.”

Xie Ziyou answered with confidence.

The mountain fire burned all the ashes, and it also ignited a puff of alcohol in his heart.

The pulsating flame licked the softest corner of the young man’s heart, and the rush of impulse turned into a deep red, steaming his cheeks. The moonlight is too beautiful, the wind is too soft, and the feeling of rapid adrenaline secretion is too irritating, allowing Xie Ziyou to release himself completely.

In front of Wu Cong, he generously raised Guan Heng’s hand and said bluntly: “I know he hasn’t been out today, and I’m here. I can testify for him.”

There was a thunderbolt, and five thunders hit the top.

Wu Cong almost collapsed: “Junior sister, what are you doing with him?!”

“What do you care about me?” Xie Ziyou blinked her innocent peachy eyes, as a matter of course, “We are in a relationship, he is my fiance, what do we love to do-do you want to control?”

We are in love.

He is my fiance.

We love to do…

The three nightmare combos, with a thunderous force, carried a more powerful impact than a rocket launcher, and instantly shattered Wu Cong’s precarious three views… and love.