Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day - Chapter 64

Xie Heng swears to the sky that when he picked up the soup bowl and walked here, he had never thought that things would be such a way of unfolding.

He squatted on the ground in a daze, looking at the bright-eyed and white-toothed young man beside him holding up the stone bowl, sipping the warm soup in small sips, narrowing his peach blossom eyes comfortably, and staining his cheeks with two blushes.

The thin lips are stained with water stains and dye them with a more gorgeous color.

A mist rose from the surface of the soup. Xie Ziyou’s side face was enveloped in a pale white mist, and the moisture was stained with the black hair on the front of his forehead. From Xie Heng’s perspective, two dense and slender black eyelashes could be seen, a small brush Trembling like a slender butterfly fluttering its wings.

The fresh fragrance of the soup is blowing in the wind.

It was clearly scooped from the same soup pot, but the soup in front of him was a hundred times more delicious than the one he had drunk before, with a mellow fragrance like wine.

The side face of the teenager who is close at hand is more attractive, the mist lingers around the white and tender skin, the long hair is pinned behind the ear, revealing the delicate red earlobe, which makes people can’t help thinking…

Xie Heng swallowed subconsciously, his throat rolled a few times, and his throat became dry.

No, stop!

It’s too sinful! Just drinking a bowl of soup, how could he have such a bad association!

But Xie Heng had another voice in his heart, insulting inwardly: He likes you anyway, doesn’t he?

Does anyone give a bowl of soup to anyone, and he has to push himself out?

No, absolutely not, Xie Ziyou would say that, just because you are the one who handed him the soup.

This is more than just walking down the steps, this is simply a show of love!

The two thoughts were surging back and forth in my heart, and gradually the east wind overwhelmed the west wind. Xie Heng stared at Xie Ziyou Ruyu’s side face without blinking, thinking dizzy, maybe I could…

The young man raised his hand hesitantly, leaned forward slowly, and tentatively pointed towards Xie Ziyou’s forehead.

Xie Ziyou didn’t know the mess of thoughts in Xie Heng’s heart. He grumbled and swallowed the soup, with only one thought in his mind: it was really good for his grandmother.

Hermit crabs dive at the bottom of Linghu all year round, feed on spirit fish and spirit plants in the water, and are washed daily by the mysterious water in the secret realm. They not only develop a hard carapace, but also the tender flesh inside. When the real white meat is like jade, and the crab yellow is like gold, the mouth is full of fragrance when one mouthful, and more profound energy is melted into it. After entering the abdomen, it turns into a surging heat flow and revolves around the body.

A bowl of soup for ten taels of silver is really cheap. Such a spiritual object that is a great supplement to the monks is left outside. Even if you sell a bowl of spar, there are people who might be willing.

After the hot soup, Xie Ziyou only felt refreshed, his limbs were full of strength, and his cultivation was a bit diligent.

After a few months, I once again tasted the unique and skillful craftsmanship of my lover. The familiarity that I thought was a goodbye is more intoxicating than the wonderful fresh soup.

After drinking the hot soup, the whole body was warm, seeing the young man probing his hand, his slender and well-knotted hands seemed to penetrate time and space, and the background was a deep blue sky like a retreat, the scorching sun was like fire, the green shades of green, trance, they Back to the days of being at ease in Luoling.

Xie Ziyou casually stuffed the empty soup bowl into Xie Heng’s hands, licked the corners of his mouth, and subconsciously said, “Guan Heng, let’s have another bowl.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Xie Ziyou suddenly felt a little strange.

What did you just say? Guan Heng?

…Fuck!

What familiar craftsmanship, what immersive experience, were all thrown behind by Xie Ziyou in an instant, with a heart rate of 180.

Xie Ziyou hurriedly raised his head, and in front of him, the boy’s hand holding the stone bowl suddenly stiffened——

The smile faded from Xie Hengjunxiu’s face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The corners of Xie Heng’s mouth tightened, his eyebrows and eyes pierced a bit sharply, his eyes burst with incredible light, his five fingers gripped the edge of the stone bowl tightly, and he wondered: “Guan Heng…who is it?”

…

Xu Wan’er didn’t have Xie Heng herself, she could walk through the forest quietly. Fortunately, Zhao Ruhao was not a sensitive person. The young man frowned, squatting on the ground and playing with a few dirty fish in the ashes until clear footsteps came from behind him. After the sound, he turned his head hauntingly.

“Where did you go?” He said distressed, “Come and see, this fish is unfamiliar…Huh, why are you?”

Zhao Ruhao stared at the girl’s pretty cheeks, then lowered his head, and saw that his fingertips were covered with dust, a dead branch was gripped in his palm, his head burned into a curvy scorch, and there were faint unquenched sparks floating in the wind. In the moment, it goes out in a flash.

The hem of the shirt was torn, the silver sleeves were covered with charred ashes, the leather boots broke open, and the round toes dangling from the gap, the fingers were full of mud.

A half-focused fish was lying beside him, staring at his big, dead eyes, as if mocking his stupidity and ignorance.

Zhao Ruhao was stunned for a few seconds, while Xu Wan’er blushed, raised the stone bowl in her hand, and whispered: “Hey, there is a bowl of soup, I can’t drink it anymore, do you want to eat it?”

The girl’s voice was crisp, sweet as a bell, and fell into Zhao Ruhao’s ears, but it was nothing short of thunderous.

As if his hands were scalded by the flames, Zhao Ruhao threw away the dead branches in his hands and jumped up from the ground in a panic.

He slapped the dust anxiously, leaned sideways awkwardly, trying to hide the holes in his body and the toes exposed from the soles of the boots, while raising his head fiercely, he shouted: “Who wants you to give alms?”

Xu Wan’er: “???”

The girl opened her eyes in amazement, wondering how could it be charity?

Such a rare spiritual object was boiled into soup, and the rare thing was that the taste was extremely delicious, but she herself was worried about it and drank it tastelessly. In order to get rid of Cheng Shengbai, she finally had to resort to “Urine Escape**” among the young people. She covered her face in her subtle eyes and escaped.

I really lost all the restraint of my daughter’s family.

Zhao Ruhao’s dodge attitude is chilling, Xu Wan’er sinks her face and stuffs the bowl into Zhao Ruhao’s hand: “Just hold it for you, there is so much nonsense.”

Zhao Ruhao thought to himself, I’m not.

An inexplicable anger stirred in the boy’s chest, stimulating him to push the bowl back in disgust, yelling: “Leave the leftover pot bottom for others to drink, Xu Wan’er, you really have you, who are you fooling?”

“Who said it was leftovers from the bottom of the pot?”

“You said it yourself! Didn’t you give it to me when you said you couldn’t drink?”

“…That’s just a rhetoric!”

Xu Wan’er was anxious, her eyebrows furrowed, her small nose was dyed thin red, her eyes lowered, and she reluctantly said, “Could it be that I have to kowtow to you before you drink it?”

“…I don’t drink it either. I don’t drink it anyway.”

Zhao Ruhao’s gaze was erratic, turned around quickly, and squatted down beside the ashes again.

The boy picked up the dead branches from the ground and poked at the spirit fish lying in the black ashes.

He gritted his teeth, used the small wooden stick as a growth sword, angrily poking and stabbing, piercing several blood holes in the soft fish.

The skin of the fish was scorched, but the internal organs were immature. The scarlet blood slowly trickled out of the holes and penetrated into the tan soil. A thick muddy smell drifted quietly, piercing the noses of the two of them like needles.

Xu Wan’er stood there for a long time, staring at her pretty eyes, several times she tried to hold the soup bowl on the head of the young man in front of her, and she could not bear it.

She took a deep breath, her chest undulated violently, barely squeezing out a word, and stretched the remaining patience and softness on the string.

“If you don’t eat this, what to eat?” The girl tried to maintain a gentle tone, calmly said, “Don’t breathe, let’s switch the head office? Give this soup to you, and the fish to me.”

This was even more irritating to Zhao Ruhao-he personally caught the spirit fish, and he personally picked up the firewood. The decision to bury the ashes was also implemented by him. He was full of expectations, and wanted to bake a delicious food for his sweetheart, but he turned away. Imagination is far away.

This kind of garbage can’t be given away!

Seeing Xu Wan’er leaning over to pick up the fish, Zhao Ruhao’s pupils shrank suddenly, and subconsciously pounced forward, knocking away the girl, taking the first step, holding the fish in his hand.

The sticky and fishy touch came from the palm of the hand, as if holding a handful of silt.

“boom!”

At the same time, the clear cracking sound of the stone bowl sounded in the boy’s ears, the aroma was overflowing, and the soup splashed.

The drop of water fell on Zhao Ruhao’s lips, and he subconsciously licked it, which was salty.

It’s really fresh.

In the next second, panic rushed like waves, and the young man realized afterwards that he accidentally knocked down Xu Wan’er… and the stone bowl in her hand in order to grab a fish.

Zhao Ruhao looked up nervously.

——On a pair of bright red eyes.

The tails of the eyes were red, water vapor filled the eye sockets at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the long eyelashes trembled sharply, and there was water vapor hanging in it.

“Zhao, Ru, Hao,”

Xu Wan’er bit her lower lip tightly, the water in her eyes was shining, and she paused every word, every word was forced out between her teeth.

“No matter how you live or die, I am a pig!”

…

The first close contact between the two parties ended in failure due to a small mistake.

Xie Ziyou drooped his peachy eyes and returned to the lake in distress. He just ran into Zhao Ruhao carrying a dead branch and looked up blankly. The young girl stomped angrily, turned and ran away quickly, and the moment she turned sideways, tears faintly splashed down.

The young man sat stiffly, his expression dim, and he wanted to reach out to pull Xu Wan’er’s flying sleeves.

But the thin hand hesitated for a moment in the air, after all, he couldn’t hold it, and remained stagnant for a long time, until the girl’s figure disappeared behind the old tree, and then slowly dropped.

The pair did not seem to be going well either.

Xie Ziyou cheered up, stepped forward, and patted Zhao Ruhao on the shoulder: “It’s not good to go to the teacher? It’s okay, just keep going. Actually, I…”

He wanted to comfort the young man, but he didn’t expect Zhao Ruhao’s shoulders to tremble sharply, and quickly raised his hand to brush Xie Ziyou’s hand, turned his head unhappily, and muttered: “Who said I was disadvantaged by the teacher?”

Xie Ziyou: “…”

Hey, the girl is crying like that, can she still talk nonsense with a shy face?

Seeing the doubt in Xie Ziyou’s eyes, Zhao Ruhao raised his chin and snorted coldly.

“Isn’t it?” The young man said arrogantly, “I can’t move from poor and humble, and can’t be succumbed to my might. I resolutely refrain from eating the food that comes, moved her to cry.”

Xie Ziyou: “…”

He rolled his eyes secretly, thinking I believe you a ghost.

“What did you just want to say?” Zhao Ruhao asked again, “What’s the matter with you?”

In fact, it was Zhao Ruhao’s depressed expression that made people feel sad. Xie Ziyou had a rare urge to comfort people. He wanted to say that his plan was not ideal, which made Zhao Ruhao feel better.

But the facts have proved that this person’s pressure-bearing ability far exceeds Xie Ziyou’s estimation, and the thickness of his face is straight up to a certain Guan surnamed Pippi shrimp, not only does not need comfort, but he also invites people to speak.

Xie Ziyou immediately changed his mind.

He turned his face away, raised his eyebrows, and wrote in the same arrogant tone: “Ah, it’s okay.”

“That’s when we settled, he admitted that he liked me early in the morning, he liked me for a hundred years, and he will continue to like me in the future…until the end of time.”