Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day - Chapter 45

The patter of light rain fell on the window sill, fainting a dark cloud on the thin window paper, and was caught up by the subsequent raindrops, and merged into a small stream of water, which dripped onto the bluestone below.

Hearing the faint rain in his ears, Xie Heng curled up into a ball, his eyelashes trembled for a few seconds, and finally slowly opened.

His sight was also blurred, and he could only vaguely see the rudimentary furnishings in the house, the stone pot stove, and a small stall of firewood stacked by the stove, and the inside of the stove was bright and pulsating, mostly flames.

Xie Heng blinked hard.

At the same time as his rationality returned, the dizziness of excessive blood loss and the severe pain of being excavated from the bone came back again. The boy couldn’t stand the pain of peeling his skin. He couldn’t help taking a “hiss” breath, and his right hand subconsciously explored the wound. Touched a mass of carefully wrapped muslin.

“Hey, don’t move around.”

There was a crisp voice, and the fuzzy figure squatting in front of the stove got up anxiously, and walked quickly towards the bed.

Xie Heng opened his eyes desperately, and his dim, blood-stained eyes finally returned to focus. He saw the simple stone house in front of him clearly, and the pretty girl who leaned down anxiously and raised his hand to reach his forehead.

With a cool and delicate little hand resting on the young man’s forehead, Xie Heng’s eyes suddenly flashed, and several small fragments of pictures flashed through his mind, and a slender and elegant figure was vaguely glimpsed in the picture, blurring his face, only in the middle of his head. , Revealing the exquisite profile of the side face, and a pair of golden peach eyes.

But the next moment, as if the dam was falling, the memory fragments rushing like a river suddenly collapsed, turned into a cloud of hazy snow stains, and quickly dispersed.

Xie Heng frowned slightly.

During his wandering away, the girl was already blushing and withdrew her hand, put the back of her hand on her forehead, and muttered: “It’s not hot, it’s great, the fever has finally gone away!”

Hearing the words “the fever has gone”, Xie Heng’s heart flicked. He tentatively moved his fingertips. The soreness of the high fever for many days came into his mind after this time-I used to hold a sword in the past and can pick up thousands of pounds. The body that was so powerful that it didn’t change its face, now it’s very difficult to even make fists with both hands.

After trying several times, Xie Heng finally gave up. He looked up at the girl beside the bed with a wry smile, and said hoarsely: “Thank you girl for saving my life.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” The girl smiled shyly, “I’m Xu Wan’er, just call me Wan’er, where does the eldest brother come from?”

“My last name…thank you,” Xie Heng’s eyes were dim when he mentioned the word, and he was quickly covered by a smile, and continued, “A single name is a hung word.”

“Yeah!” Xu Wan’er covered her mouth in surprise, Liu Ye frowned and asked in confusion, “Big brother, you are… Xie’s son?”

Xie Heng smiled more bitterly: “You see me like this, what kind of son?”

Xu Wan’er hesitated a little, her fingertips clenching her cuffs nervously: “But that mountain is clearly the residence of the Xie family. Why did you… why did you fall into the water? Why did you get this injury?”

“It’s too good to be hated.”

The rustle of rain and the sway of the stove fire swept the pulsating light and shadow on the boy’s pale cheeks due to blood loss.

Xie Heng’s eyes drooped slightly, and a few strands of hair fell, blocking the dark eyes. He paused for a moment, and softly mocked himself: “Oh, my mother gave birth to me too well. Is it my fault?”

Xu Wan’er: “…”

The eldest brother who picked it up… doesn’t seem to be the same as she imagined?

…

On the other side, after finally settled in Xie’s Mansion, Xie Ziyou finally found his kung fu and asked the question about the 80 years of the last world on the system.

The system sighed and sighed: “It’s probably an entry bug in the headquarters, but it’s hard to come by.”

Xie Ziyou: “…It turned out to be like this.”

He was a little bit happy that he was able to spend a hundred years with his lover in the last world, but when he thought of Guan Heng, Xie Ziyou’s heart began to ache again.

The teenager hurriedly turned off the topic, pretending to complain: “Your company is too unreliable, every day there are mistakes, employees are not cheated to death by them.”

“Youyou, don’t get cheap and sell well.” The system said helplessly.

“…Who is behaving, I’m telling the truth.” Xie Ziyou’s eyes stared slightly, “What was that before, Senior Goldenfinger? 303? This whole world has passed, have you seen other people’s shadows?”

The system is silent.

It doesn’t understand this matter either.

“Just say you are unreliable.” Xie Ziyou said confidently, “If it is not me who is being cheated, is it someone else?”

“Uh……”

The tone of system 011 is somewhat subtle.

Xie Ziyou sensitively caught a trace of unnaturalness, his heart moved slightly, and he hurriedly asked: “What’s the matter? You have also been pitted?”

“Youyou, you are my host.” The system sighed, “Didn’t you ask me where I have been during this time? Actually…”

In fact, system 011 has two options.

One is in the headquarters space, waiting for Xie Ziyou.

This is a very convenient and fast approach, because the time flow in different time and space is different, and the headquarters stands out from all time torrents. There, it only needs to wait 20 minutes, which is equivalent to Xie Ziyou spending 20 years in a small world.

But there was a nasty guy who insisted and asked him to consider another option.

That is to go to another independent small world that matches the flow of time, obscure the memory, and spend 20 years of life as a “human”.

This is actually nothing bad.

The person who masks the memory is like a blank sheet of paper, and can enjoy the bustling world to the full. After the holiday, pat the butt, turn around and leave, whether it is born or not, it is free and easy.

So the system 011 agreed to the colleague’s proposal, found a small remote world, and spent his life as a young son of a family who was destined to only have a lifespan of 20 years.

The lingering sickly, no medicine, the little son, gave birth to a face like a crown jade, not weak Pan An’s good looks, was held in the palm of the hand by the whole family, so the son of Qianqian, warm and moist as jade, looked back at the pear tree. , Falling Ying is colorful like rain, unexpectedly caught the eyes of the nobles. Even though there is not much time for the sweetheart, that person would not give up, put down his figure, and pursued hard.

System 011 was worried about the imminent deadline, and was unwilling to cause suffering to others, so it refused to agree to it anyway.

However, the young man who was sentenced to 20 years of death with a reprieve by doctors, national teachers, unknown warlocks, and hermit masters… on the day of the ceremony, he was not dead.

Xie Ziyou who listened to the story:…Fuck.

Somehow, listening to the faint tone of the system, a guilty conscience surged in his heart for no reason.

“In short, that’s it. A hundred years, um, really pitted.” The system concluded.

Xie Ziyou was itchy and unbearable, and couldn’t help asking: “What happened later? The young man did not die, how did the nobleman react? Did they stay together?”

“…Youyou, don’t ask these details.”

“Huh? Don’t tell me, people have the right to discuss gossip, right?”

“…Youyou, the protagonist’s hatred points have increased.”

Xie Ziyou was finally distracted.

He called up the system panel, and saw the big characters in the main character’s hatred value column: 108.

The moment he checked, the number flickered and jumped to 110.

Xie Ziyou was slightly taken aback, faintly pleased.

It seems to be a positive and motivated protagonist.

Not bad.

He came late and missed the most violent wave of hatred when the protagonist was excavated, but the subsequent steady stream of hatred, although the number was not high, the victory was stable, and it was paid every day.

Satisfied and closed the system interface, Xie Ziyou raised his eyes and glanced at a bone lying casually on the table.

Speaking of the glazed sword bone, this bone falls in the eyes of Xie Ziyou, that is, it is brighter and more delicate. The two ends are slightly transparent. If you look closely to the sun, you can vaguely see the sharp sword-like filaments inside… To put it bluntly, it’s not a bone.

According to the villain’s plot, he needs to cut his chest open, take out the spiritual bone in the corresponding position, and stuff the calcaneus bone in.

But Xie Ziyou raised the tip of the knife and made two gestures, Zheng Liang’s blade reflected a small face that was pale due to tension, and the sharp sharp pointed lightly stroked across the white and warm chest. The coolness was biting, and he couldn’t get it anyway. .

After trying several times, Xie Ziyou finally threw the knife and collapsed on the bed.

“Don’t do it!” He said angrily, “Plan out, stuff in, stuff in, plan out-is this a bone or a toilet squeeze?”

Will it hurt people?

What did he do in this situation before?

By the way, he is in the system space to exchange illusions, including the protagonist’s bones in the future, can be solved with large illusions.

But the illusion is priced at 666, which is not cheap.

Xie Ziyou currently does not.

“It’s okay to swim,” the system softly reassured, “Now there is a stable hatred value in the account, let’s slowly accumulate, and we will definitely be able to accumulate enough before the day of exit.”

Looks like it can?

Xie Ziyou pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

“Just save this bone, return it to the protagonist on the final day, and then make an illusion of illusion.” The system added.

“Yeah.” Xie Ziyou responded and threw the bone back to the table, letting it roll around a few times before hitting the navy blue pine flower stone inkstone on the table.

The young man blinked slightly, then turned his head, bright light dazzled in the beautiful peach blossom eyes.

“System, now we are free, let’s talk… the story of the little boy?”

system:”……”

Tired!

…

At the edge of the county seat at the foot of the mountain, in the simple stone house, Xie Heng let out a bitter cry and raised his hand to cover his chest.

A weird feeling enveloped his body just now, as if he was pinched in his hands by his slender, white fingers, swayed a few times, and then threw it lightly-the whole person fell on the wooden table and rolled down a few times, and then hit a hard object.

The bones are almost falling apart.

But the weirdness came faster and went faster. In the next second, when the boy frowned and concentrated on feeling it, he could no longer feel the slightest strangeness, he could only hear the patter of rain outside the window.

The rain curtain was like a curtain, wet willow green and pink.

Strange, is it an illusion?

Being puzzled, Xu Wan’er walked quickly with a bowl of steaming porridge. After getting close to the bed for three meters, she gradually slowed down, and two touches of redness flew on her delicate cheeks.

She wore a very simple gray dress, a few strands of hair under the corner of her forehead, a touch of fly ash on her white face, but her pretty eyes were bright.

“Brother Xie, let’s have something to eat.” The girl whispered, “I added some red dates to the porridge.”

“My father said, red dates can nourish the vital energy, nourish the blood and calm the nerves, and drink some when you lose blood, it’s perfect.”

Xie Heng looked at the red dates floating on the snow-white rice porridge, hesitated for a moment, smiled gently, and took the porridge bowl.

“Thank you.” He whispered softly.

“You don’t have to be polite!” Xu Wan’er wringed her hands awkwardly, “I myself… also want to drink.”

The girl’s delicate face was ruddy and sweet, her apron skirt was twisted into a ball, wrinkled in her palm, her eyes couldn’t help glancing in the other direction, she didn’t dare to look directly at Xie Heng.

In the spring rain, the cool wind of early spring whizzed across the beams of the house. Inside the house was a swaying stove fire, and the warm yellow halo fell on the mottled stone wall.

A faint flash of light flashed in the distance.

A dull thunder followed, rumbling and shattering half of the sky.

With Lei Yin’s rumbling, suddenly, a young boy’s high-pitched voice rang outside the door, and he “dongdong” hammered the door and shouted: “Wan’er! Xu Wan’er!”

“I have convinced my father!”

“He said, as long as you give me the Xuanlingzong’s test exemption order, he will purchase the Xu’s knife field and give you ten servants and a suite in the center of the city-you don’t need such crude and crude places. Suffered!”

The sound of a hammering door broke the original quiet atmosphere, and the cold water vapor blocked by a wooden door and two-sided window frames quietly penetrated, accompanied by the sawdust that fell from the door, and overflowed the cracks of the door.

Inside, Xie Heng raised his head thoughtfully.

Just seeing the girl’s face turned abruptly, from a shy smile, it quickly transformed into an uncontrollable rage.

Xu Wan’er changed her femininity, raised her cuffs angrily, and sprinted to the door.

The five green fingers hurriedly wiped the crumpled apron, opened the latch, and raised his hand to a resounding slap.

“Snapped!”

The crisp lashing sound can’t even cover up the thunder.

The girl pinched her waist with one hand, and with the other hand she slammed the long hair scattered on her forehead behind her, her apricot eyes stared angrily, her eye circles were red, and water was faintly visible in it.

“Zhao Ruhao, your heart is dead!”

With a stubborn cry, Xu Wan’er yelled loudly in the dazed gaze of the teenager outside the door.

“Even if my father is dead, I can support the knife field by myself!”

“I want to seize my Xu family’s martial arts field-tell your father, he, dream, dream!”