Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day - Chapter 51

The spring is cold, and the moon is frosty.

The blade-sharp wind passed through the forest, rustling the mottled shadows, and occasionally two or three small insects crawled slowly under the grass blades, and the sound was desolate.

When Xie Heng walked down the hillside, his steps almost trembled.

His steps are heavy, and every step he takes, a muddy footprint is left under his feet. Although his clothes are steamed to half-dry by spiritual power, he lacks the warm current in the weekdays, and the cultivation base of the second-grade juvenile alone is not enough to pick up himself. There must be no flaws.

Xie Heng had to stand on the hillside and blew the cold wind for another half an hour, allowing the cold wind to whizz through the wet hair into strands, and the bitter spring cold condensed a piece of frost on his slender eyelashes, Xie Heng desperately Suppressing the trembling physiological reaction, looking at the pale moonlight on the ground, my heart was full of anger.

He soaked in ice water all night in a mountain stream, what happened?

The illusion did not appear at all! There is no warm current either!

What made the young man most angry was that he was still a little sad at the moment, and couldn’t help wondering if Xie Ziyou had any accident, otherwise, why would he stop the once-a-day illusion?

He unexpectedly, in a subconscious reaction, worried for his enemy?

He walked down the hill with a heavy heart, and just approached Xu Wan’er’s cabin. From a distance, Xie Heng heard a deafening knock on the door.

It was really deafening. Several nearby residents were awakened by him. Xie Heng heard a lot of angry shouts, but Zhao Ruhao’s loud voice was still the voice of Zhao Ruhao who crushed those shouting.

“Open the door! Xu Xiaowan, open the door!”

“Don’t hide in there and be silent, I know you are at home!”

“I’m telling you, tomorrow’s assessment will have a big man coming! Just your three-legged cat ability, or don’t think about playing tricks in front of the big man, here is a book of knife skills that I picked up at hand, do you want?”

“Open the door, kick out the wild boy last time, and if I apologize to this young master, I will lend you the sword technique for two days!”

The response to Zhao Ruhao was a clear “click”.

Under the moonlight, the young man turned his head happily, raised his hand and pushed **** the wooden door, but did not push.

What moved was a window above Zhao Ruhao’s head. The window opened and the cold wind was rustling. From the window, a slender hand came out with a copper basin on the hand, and he waved his backhand——

Cold water fell from the sky, and Zhao Ruhao’s face was covered.

The girl’s voice of anger came from inside the door: “Zhao Ruhao, take your exercises and get out immediately, my old lady doesn’t need you to give alms!”

Zhao Ruhao was stunned for three seconds, raised his hand and wiped his face, angrily raised a thin book in his hand.

“Don’t you?” he yelled, “Xu Wan’er, sooner or later you will be killed by your own tough temper! If you have a handy knife technique, would you still be like this?”

“This knife technique is hard for me–Bah, I picked it up casually, don’t you really want it?”

Xu Wan’er “pooh” inside the door: “Get out!”

“Fuck!”

The young man froze in place, his eyes widened fiercely.

He turned angrily to leave, but his clothes were flying, and even when his upper body was leaning forward, his feet stuck to the ground, as if his calves were out of control and could not move half a minute.

The strong unwillingness filled the sky above the stone house as if it had substance.

At this moment, Xie Heng returned from the mountain.

Seeing Xie Heng from a distance, Zhao Ruhao’s eyes lit up, and immediately changed back to a vicious expression, and hurried forward a few steps.

“Boy!” he yelled, “Yes, it’s your kid, come here! Have you seen this sword technique? I’ll knock to the young master-forget it, thank you, and this young master will lend you for two days.”

Xie Heng raised his eyebrows and walked slowly to Zhao Ruhao.

Only when he got close, did he use the bright moonlight to barely see Zhao Ruhao’s face-his eyes widened, his eye circles were reddish, and the corners of his eyes were swollen.

After thinking about it for a moment, Xie Heng took the booklet in the youth’s implicit expectation, flipped it casually, and quickly swept across the mysterious calligraphy and painting. With his rich knowledge, he compared it with the techniques he had practiced.

Five grade knife technique.

The brand-new spiritual paper is not worn out, and there are faint lines flowing between the lines, but the handwriting is slightly messy, which is obviously copied hastily.

The heavy mood suddenly relaxed a little, Xie Heng was a little bit happy, he closed the booklet, and blinked at Zhao Ruhao.

Zhao Ruhao was confused and wary: “What do you want to do?”

Xie Heng smiled slightly and said, “This sword technique can be regarded as a five-rank, very precious, you are interested.”

“Nonsense!” Zhao Ruhao pointed his thumb to his nostril and raised his head. “Who am I? I picked it up at random. Can there be any other products?”

“It’s really not Fanpin, ordinary people don’t have this kind of sword technique,” Xie Heng wrote lightly, “Thank you-yes, does your face hurt? Your dad beats you very hard.”

Zhao Ruhao sneered: “It’s just a punch, my mother won’t let him fight more, and he has no evidence that I stole it… Hey, **** me!”

The boy frowned, pushed a few steps away, and glared at Xie Heng.

Xie Heng just smiled.

He handed the book back to Zhao Ruhao’s hand and said in a low voice, “Thank you, but this is your Zhao family’s sword technique. If it is used by Wan’er, she will be more troublesome if she is recognized tomorrow.”

“Hu, nonsense,” Zhao Ruhao’s face was reddish, and his eyes dodged, “I said I picked it up, and whoever used it for her, I just let you play with it…”

“Okay.”

Xie Heng patted Zhao Ruhao on the shoulder, shook his right hand volley, and made a gesture of drawing a knife. Then he replaced the knife with his palm, and smashed the air in front of him several times.

The aura glowed with a faint fluorescence, wrapping the young boy’s small arm into a bright moon-like white. Where the palm knife slashed, the air faintly heard a tear-like muffled sound, like a sharp sword, splitting the space into several petals.

The whirlwind swept over, and a trumpet flower that climbed along the stone cracks in the corner of the wall withered. The light purple petals were scattered in the moonlight, each of which was of uniform size, and fell with the wind, but the calyx was preserved intact. Suffer the slightest damage.

Extremely strong control, extremely subtle profound energy circulation.

In response to Zhao Ruhao’s stunned gaze, Xie Heng shook his right hand lightly, dispelling the spiritual power.

“How’s it going, okay?”

Xie Heng smiled and said, “With this eight-fold light sword for the assessment tomorrow… the sword technique should be able to save the Xu’s knife field. You don’t have to worry.”

He paused, and then in the low voice of Zhao Ruhao’s “Who is worried?”, he lowered his voice, pointed quietly at the stone house, and whispered: “Chasing girls is not your way of chasing, do you want me to teach you a few tricks? “

“You fart!”

Zhao Ruhao suddenly seemed to have been stepped on his tail, suddenly jumped up, and shouted in a loud voice: “I chase her? Impossible, next life!”

“boom!”

There was a muffled noise in the stone room, and Xu Wan’er obviously heard the roar that pierced the sky and kicked angrily on the door.

Zhao Ruhao’s complexion changed in every possible way, her lips tightly pressed in anger, his five fingers pinched the booklet, and he turned and ran.

The thin figure dragged a slender shadow under the moonlight, and the pace was hurried, almost fleeing.

Xie Heng looked at Zhao Ruhao’s turn and shook his head with a wry smile.

This person is too stubborn. Although he has a good heart, I am afraid that he will suffer a lot in the future.

Shaking his head, taking irrelevant things out of his mind, Xie Heng raised his hand to the wooden door, just about to push the door into the house——

But in an instant, the shadow of the tree and the moonlight crossed, and the cool wind blew on his face, the young man’s brain flashed with sparks, and suddenly a thought came out.

Xie Heng froze in place.

Fingertips touched the thin barbs on the wooden door, and it itched slightly.

Xie Heng wanted to be blown up by a thin thorn in his heart. He stared at the gloomy shadow he cast on the wooden door, facing the biting chill of Qiu Qiaochun, he was stunned.

Xie Ziyou… Will it be the same as Zhao Ruhao?

Recalling the feeling of warm current lingering around his body, Xie Heng couldn’t help but see the misty water surface again. The boy supported his flushed cheeks, beautiful peach eyes slightly closed, and when he leaned forward, he revealed a beautifully curved neck and round and delicate shoulders.

Perhaps the same is a misunderstanding.

There was a voice in Xie Heng’s heart, perhaps also not good at expressing.

Like a feather touching the softness of the heart of a young man, Xie Heng couldn’t help but began to recall Xie Ziyou’s face, recalling the few times they had seen each other, and Ye Li’s face was tinged with halo by the memories, and it quickly turned into Another picture-a young man with a fresh clothes and angry horse holding a long sword, the sword picks Frost and Cold, but the fragrance spreads all the way wherever he goes.

Therefore, the cynicism and sarcasm about himself, and making things difficult, are actually just to attract his attention, to cover up his deep heart, he is ashamed to mention the excessive care?

What about… the sword bone?

…

While Xie Heng was tossing and turning, Xie Ziyou rubbed the sword bone in his palm, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

The original white bones have turned into a semi-transparent shape, and the chaotic filaments in it are arranged in a more regular order, faintly entwined with mysterious patterns, like a small sword.

Xie Ziyou is willing to use his career as a guarantee-this bone is definitely not long like this at the beginning, it can be perfectly mixed into the chicken bone, the bone that Xie Peng threw to the puppy to play with!

Xie Ziyou tried to recall the things that might affect the state of the sword bone during this period of time. After thinking about it, he realized that it was only because of the medicated bath.

This spiritual bone was immersed in spiritual water with him every day, and was nourished by the essence of the spiritual medicine, and absorbed a lot of the pure spiritual energy in the spar. I am afraid that it is precisely because of this that these changes have occurred.

“Will it be a good change?”

The system cautiously replied: “Not necessarily. After all, this is one of the protagonist’s golden fingers. Maybe it is hiding you and I don’t know it. It belongs to the future of the protagonist. To figure out the specific situation, I have to deduct it carefully. time.”

“Before that, Yuyou, don’t let it touch spiritual power for the time being.”

Xie Ziyou nodded.

He looked around—the room was spotless, every corner was cleaned regularly by servants, and the bedding was regularly replaced. After hesitating for a long time, Xie Ziyou stepped on the table, leaped gently, and temporarily placed the spirit bone on the beam.

As soon as he did all this, someone knocked on the door of the room.

He was a small servant, bowed his head and saluted and said: “Madam, please visit the book pavilion, the young master.”

Strange, Xie Ziyou thought, every time before, Wang Yun came to him in person, and he talked about something in his room. This time, I don’t know what’s the matter, but he was going to Shuge?