Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day - Chapter 52

The bright moon is in the sky, the stars are shining, and the milky way is like floating silk, flowing over the endless night with a soft and silky texture like a spring.

Xie Heng was frightened by his thoughts between the flashes of light and the light. Although the first reaction was “how is this possible”, as the night darkened, the boy turned toss and turned, and his mood became restless.

Muffled air with a strange throbbing feeling lingers in my heart. The remote town at night is quiet and silent, and the slightly rapid heartbeat becomes more obvious. “Pumping and throbbing” continues to echo in the ears of the teenager, like an echo, the lingering spirit is like an echo.

He sat in the courtyard and blew the cold wind. At first he circulated around the courtyard wall subconsciously. Later, he was dissatisfied with his cramped state. His slender palms lightly propped on the fence, and his toes stepped on the uneven stone wall. The whole person was like A light and agile crow swallow leaped up to the roof.

The wind on the roof was indeed stronger, and the spring breeze rushed towards her face, the bright stars showered her head down, and after sitting still for a while, Xie Heng’s mood gradually calmed down.

“Thank you brother!”

There was a vaguely drowsy call from Xu Wan’er, and then the window was opened. The girl rubbed the corners of her eyes and yawned. She raised her head and shouted to Xie Heng on the eaves: “Thank you, take a rest early. I have to review it tomorrow. !”

Xie Heng was about to say “OK”.

In an instant, a sense of dizziness suddenly spread, like a rapid wave, spreading over the boy’s body inch by inch, dragging him into the strange world of ghosts.

Xie Heng’s figure swayed slightly, and he was busy sitting cross-legged on the roof, grasping the eaves with his palms.

This time the double image is stable and pure, a black dome, with delicate carving traces faintly visible.

Xie Heng was puzzled, and suddenly a familiar male voice heard in his ear.

“How long will it take for You’er’s physique to be transformed into Qiqiao?”

His voice was thick and deep, but it was like Huang Zhong’s ruined, waffle thunder, and it passed into Xie Heng’s ears. His pupils shrank suddenly and his teeth were bitten.

It’s Xie Yushen, his good father!

Then came a sweet and greasy woman’s voice, slightly flustered, and her tone also flustered. Xie Heng held her breath and heard the words “quietly”.

He was also very familiar with that voice.

It was his good aunt, Xie Ziyou’s biological mother, Wang Yun!

With a “click”, a piece of tile on the eaves was crushed severely by Xie Heng, who was so angry, and the rubble rolled down, bounced at the rising corners of the eaves, and fell one after another.

Xie Heng closed his eyes deeply and clenched his teeth.

The picture a few days ago reappeared. It was the darkest day of Xie Heng’s life. He was poisoned, with weak hands and feet. He watched the gentle aunt of the past laughed and raised the knife. The tip of the knife sank into her chest, digging into the bones. The pain caused the nerves and veins to tremble to spasm.

In the **** vision, his father, Xie Yushen, stood with his hands not far away, watching with cold eyes.

The voice in his ears continued, and the male voice said impatiently, “Didn’t you take him away? Don’t worry, I set up a barrier. Even if you return halfway, you will only be stopped at the door.”

Wang Yun let out a low laugh, and with Xie Yushen’s assurance, her voice also lit up, and frankly said: “According to the normal speed, You’er first got the sword bone and it will take at least five years to get through the seventh orifice. But as long as the master sets it up in his bedroom The spiritual refining formation is supplemented with elixir for warmth on weekdays, and it is not a problem to reduce it for two to three years.”

Xie Heng’s heart trembled.

Seven tricks?

Above the eaves, the young man pressed his ears tightly, frowned, and fell into thought.

There are nine major orifices in the human body, which are called Linglong Nine Orifices. The people who pass the orifices tend to condense aura faster, are more affinity with the essence of heaven and earth, and their spiritual attributes are also gentle and easy to control.

However, mastery and cultivation talent are not the same thing. For example, Xie Heng, he has a strong sword spirit and only three exquisite orifices in his body, but this does not prevent his amazing understanding and great achievements in cultivation.

Linglongqiao has opened up more than seven people, and often has another name that is easier to understand-Luding.

Their rapidly condensed spiritual power is mild and easier to be looted. Raising a furnace with more than seven orifices can help a practitioner save nearly 30% of the time of penance.

But the six orifices are easy to see, and the seven orifices are rare. Before the six orifices and the seven orifices, it is a huge watershed like a sky. It is one part per billion, although the preciousness is not as good as Xie Heng’s natural sword bone, but it is not far behind.

Xie Yushen and Wang Yun actually want to risk the world’s ills and transform them into Qiqiao the day after tomorrow?

how can that be? !

As if hearing Xie Heng’s inner doubts in the air, Xie Yushen smiled gratifiedly: “Two or three years? Okay, that’s good, You’er has a good aptitude. Thanks to… that little boy is full of sword bones.”

Under the stars and above the eaves, Xie Heng was stunned.

Like a basin of cold water dripping from the head, the chill is like vines, climbing up the ankles to the spine, and seeping into the bones of the limbs.

In the howling cold wind, Xie Heng couldn’t help shivering, thinking, is it my sword bone?

Yes, Xie Yushen, a guy who has been stuck at Rank 7 and couldn’t make progress for more than a decade, talked to Wang Yun about a woman, how can he get through the abilities of others?

Sword bones, sword bones, inherently contain the sharpness of heaven and earth.

They stuffed this bone into Xie Ziyou, who was originally a six-aperture. The tenderness and care were false, and it was true that they secretly made their own children into a furnace!

But how could it be?

Xie Heng’s brain was dizzy and chaotic, and he thought shiveringly, that he would not be seen by Wang Clan, that’s all, Xie Ziyou is Wang Yun’s own son!

Hundreds of miles away, in the dim bedroom, the well-dressed woman leaned over and carefully buried the spiritual stones that formed the formation in the corner of the room. She raised her head slightly, and a sweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“You’er is a good boy,” she whispered softly, “it is an honor for this kid to help his father reach the pinnacle of martial arts.”

Xie Yushen was obviously very relieved. He took Wang Yun’s bare shoulders, squeezed his rough fingertips on the woman’s white shoulders, and laughed in a low voice: “Don’t worry, if I break the order, I will not treat you badly. “

“It’s just a child. If you like it, there will be many more in the future.”

“The second aunt who has been calling for a long time in this mansion really treats you badly. I will tell you to go down. From today on, you will be the righteous mistress of the Xie Mansion.”

Joy filled Wang Yun’s eyebrows.

Overjoyed, she clung to Xie Yushen’s shoulders with her slender hands, tiptoes slightly, and presented her small red lips.

After a hot kiss, Wang Yun was nestled in Xie Yu’s arms, and his chest was violently ups and downs.

“The concubine likes you,” she said softly, “but the concubine likes the master more. Everything about the concubine belongs to the master. If the master wants a child, the concubine will give birth to a six-orifice, that sword bone… You can also take it out…”

The conversation in the back gradually faded, mixed in with an affectionate gasp and kiss.

Xie Yushen closed the spiritual blockade, hugged Wang Yun with red cheeks, turned and left.

Losing the spiritual environment, a white spirit bone on the roof beam quietly dimmed, gathering a stream of light.

Xie Heng’s consciousness was also cut off. The young man sat on the eaves, the cold wind whizzing across his cheeks like a knife, and the dark and thick shadows under the mountains in the distance.

The small town under the night was deadly quiet, and two orange lights faintly lit up not far away, but in the vast night, the dim light was too dim, but like a flame trembling in the cold wind, it was almost extinguished. .

Xie Heng couldn’t tell what he was feeling at the moment. The pictures in his mind were mixed. For a while, it was a hall full of blood, and blood dripped like ink in the gaps of the white marble. For a while, it was shining with water, the candle was gentle, and the young man was slender. The ankles are exquisite and small, and the skin is steamed thinly red by the heat, unwittingly intriguing.

It turned out that Xie Ziyou was also a victim.

It turned out that it was not that he wanted to seize his sword, but the adulterers, who sacrificed their two sons in cold blood for their own benefit.

I had already awakened, even though I suffered severe pain, but somehow he got his life back.

But Xie Ziyou is still in the dark. In two or three years, he might be imprisoned by the human-faced beast-hearted Xie Yu as a furnace, deprived of his cultivation…

No, no!

He must be saved, and he must be made to recognize the true face of this couple, because, because…

Xie Heng’s heart suddenly stopped beating.

Because of what?

The problem reverberated in his heart, and the boy was stunned.

After a while, a frightening thought suddenly came to my mind. The highly impactful words pierced Xie Heng’s eyes. Xie Heng’s breathing was rapid, and the blush spread along his neck and stained his cheeks.

The rippling water gleamed continuously in front of his eyes, overlapping with the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars, and he was at a loss and at a loss.

…

Because of this unexpected eavesdropping, the night was deep in the middle of the month, and Xie Heng was still worried and couldn’t sleep peacefully.

Desperately telling himself that “there will be an audit tomorrow,” Xie Heng forced himself to sleep.

But when he closed his eyes, he fell into deep dreams—

The red silk hangs high in front of him, and the candlelight is continuous.

The bright halo fell on the light red veil that could not be seen at the end, radiating red light and falling on the exquisite screen made of colorful colored glaze.

In the center of the screen is painted with peonies in full bloom, graceful and lustrous, blooming like a brocade, the petals are spread out one after another, and a small half of the stamen is spit out half-concealed, and the head is tremblingly poked. It is charming and lovely.

But looking at everything, the most inescapable thing is still the young man in the center of the curtain, with his hands tied behind his back by red silk, and his whole body stained with the color of □□.

The black hair is like sandalwood, and the ink-colored stream runs on the bed cut out of red silk and satin. It is softer than the finest silk, and the skin of the teenager is white as delicate as enamel. It is so white that it makes people…can’t help but pinch. In the palm of your hand, take a closer look.

At the same time this thought flashed, a stubborn man bullied himself and held the young man in his palm.

Lips and teeth are intertwined, red light is reflected, Ruyu’s skin is gradually stained with beautiful light red.

Suppressed crying faintly came out, mixed with light breaths that did not know whether it was comfortable or painful. The beautiful peach eyes of the teenager were closed tightly, and the red silk was tightly held by the fingertips. The crow-feather-like eyelashes were stained with crystal drops of water. Lick it little by little.

He bit the root of the young Yingbai’s ears, laughed low, and his voice was muted: “The body of the seven orifices… really deserves its reputation.”

Xie Heng was familiar with that voice.

Xie Heng’s heart trembled.

He stood up suddenly, and his dream turned around in an instant. In the shaking light and shadow, the boy caught a glimpse of the man’s face. It was not Xie Yushen, but…

he himself.