Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

It was in an ancient world with the color of martial arts, the old emperor who lingered on the bed was short of time, but he was full of unwillingness. He issued a message, begging the world to be capable and inferior. If anyone can wish him a longer life, he will have a good return.

After the publication of the message, many people soon entered Beijing and offered various exotic elixirs.

The old emperor received courtesy one by one and treated them as guests.

However, with countless spiritual pills, the emperor's illness was not healed, but worsened.

In the end, the genius doctors of the Taiyuan Hospital knelt down and confessed to the emperor that although many miraculous medicines in the world can cure diseases and strengthen the body, they cannot extend their lives.

The emperor finally woke up.

He is old and weak, and the limit has come, and his old body is like a deep and bottomless lake. No matter how many miraculous medicines, they are just stones thrown into the deep lake. Just splashed with a ripple, they were covered. The surging lake swallowed mercilessly.

Even if Hua Tuo was alive, Bian Que was reborn, but he was still incapable of returning to heaven.

The old emperor was very sad, but he had to admit his fate.

He nestled in the magnificent palace, watching the clouds travel and the sun moved westward, and the mountains he fought with his sword and horses when he was young stretched for thousands of miles in the twilight, and the colorful clouds burned like fire, casting a brilliant luster among the lofty mountains. The young sons knelt outside the door of the temple, although they didn't say a word, there was a faint expression of urgency in their eyes.

The princes are waiting.

Wait for the old emperor to breathe, wait for the country to change hands.

This world... no longer has a place for him.

But he still wants to live, he wants to live!

The old emperor's wrinkled eyelids were slightly closed, and a drop of turbid tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly reluctantly, he still heard the footsteps of death.

Slowly and calmly, the soldiers and the prince outside the palace sternly asked, drawing their swords to force them, but they couldn't stop the slightest.

The footsteps stopped beside the emperor's bed.

The old emperor desperately opened his eyes, wanting to take a last look at this world——

The blurred vision was like a faint ink, and the center reflected a blank but delicate face, and a piece of pale gold paper that was handed to him.

It is the emperor's list that the old emperor once posted all over the world.

Subsequently, a pill was stuffed into the emperor's mouth.

The medicinal pill has a strong smell, like a stale withered wood, which reminds people of the vultures hovering on the yellow desert, blood flowing thousands of miles, and withered bones.

But after swallowing it, only the fresh fruity fragrance remains in the mouth.

...

Like a miracle, the old emperor’s illness recovered overnight, new black hair grew between his withered hair, and his almost atrophied limbs regained their strength.

For the first time in a few months, he stepped out of the palace trembling step by step without any help, looking at the rising sun, breathing heavily.

The morning light sprinkled on his delicate skin, reflected in the gradually brighter eyes, and turned into a blazing light, and every wave of fluctuations carried the endless sex.

——As a human being, I am eager for the inferior nature of immortality.

The next day, the emperor resumed the early dynasty.

And in the court, a new decree was issued without disdain-to make the foreign scholar Xie Ziyou the national teacher.

The unparalleled posture of the national teacher, the ability to resurrect from the dead, then spread all over the world.

But in fact, the pill that the national teacher gave to the old emperor cannot be done once and for all. It is like a poppy. The more addicted, the stronger the body will be. But one day, once the medicine is stopped, the whole person will age faster and die. , Decayed, turned into a ball of fly ash.

The old emperor had a lot of criticism on this.

But when the national teacher broke the medicine in front of him, and fed it to a mouse, the emperor saw the mouse go crazy because of the broken medicine, gnawing the iron cage frantically, grabbing flower cheeks with his paws, and digging out his eyes. , Until his nails cracked and blood oozes from his skin, he collapsed to the ground panting, and stopped breathing after a few breaths.

The emperor's back was chilly, and he dared not mention the medicine.

The reason why the medicine of the national teacher can live and die is because it contains the soul of the living.

As the name suggests, it must use flesh and blood as the furnace, soul as the foundation, and secret techniques as the method to smelt the living people and turn them into a pill for longevity.

When a living person dies, the more pain and despair, the stronger the effect of the refined pill.

The emperor needed a pill to continue his life, and the national teacher needed a living person to refine the pill. The princes looked at the father who was getting younger, and began to frequent the national teacher’s mansion with evil thoughts... The whole dynasty gradually twisted into a rope. No one can resist the temptation of eternal life.

It just suffered the people all over the world.

When 001 and his host came to this world, the world was already a dark scene.

The people were hungry everywhere, and the people didn’t have a chance to live. The survivors shrank in the thatched hut tremblingly. They would rather starve to death than go out, because once they got out of the thatched hut, they might be greeted by the sharp knife of the patrol team, the **** melting pot of purgatory, and the inability to survive. Cruel torture that can't die.

No matter how arrogant the host is, in front of this tragic situation, he also tightened his brows, his face pale and shaky.

001 was busy comforting him: "Don't be afraid, we are here to save them."

The teenager looked nauseous, and covered his mouth and said vaguely: "Nonsense, I'm a man with the protagonist's fate - shut up, did I let you talk?"

001 smiled helplessly.

Starting from small villages on the border, they gathered villagers little by little to accumulate vitality and call on them to rise up to resist.

This is a long and difficult process.

And as the scale of the rebel army gradually expanded, their power gradually fell into the eyes of the powerful, from a touch of insignificant dust to sand that could not tolerate their eyes.

Then came a long-planned assassination.

Some of the insurgents were instigated by the powerful-even those who were eager to get rid of the persecution, could not get rid of their desire for pill. This is simply an unsolvable cycle.

The host of 001 has been used to the smooth flow of the day, and because of his arrogance, he was forced by the thieves for a while.

The young man dragged his wounded body and rushed all the way into the dense forest, crying out in pain, "System, quickly change my dressing, give me the best--"

Before he finished speaking, the poison on the wound broke out. He staggered under his feet, bumped into a withered pine tree on the side of the road, and immediately fainted to the ground.

001 hurriedly looked through the system list and exchanged life-saving medicine for the host.

But it had just poured the medicine into the host's mouth, and suddenly there was the sound of rustling footsteps not far away, the golden boots rubbed against the dead leaves, and the walkers panicked and rushed all the way in their direction.

A handsome figure caught 001's eyes.

It was a young man with a long jade body, an angry horse in fresh clothes, and an elegant silver pattern embroidered on his plain white snow brocade. He was hunting with long sleeves while running, and his black hair fluttered behind him like a waterfall.

Sunlight passes through the gaps between branches and leaves, falls in the peach blossom eyes of the visitors, and turns into bright water, rippling like ripples.

The young man's complexion was anxious, but his delicate face became more and more beautiful, like a snow light that illuminates the world.

——It is the face of the national teacher Xie Ziyou on the scrolls circulated among the insurgents.

001 stood stiff aside, watching Xie Ziyou pounce on his host, panicking to detect the young man's breath, and then raised his upper body, leaning against the tree on the roadside.

Xie Ziyou's hands were trembling, and there was water in his eyes. His eyes lightly fell on the young man's fierce wound, and he turned his gaze away suddenly, as if he would be stabbed by a sharp blade if he took another look.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice hoarse, "System system, how is the protagonist now, will something be okay? I just touched his forehead, it seems a bit hot, but his arms are a bit cold..."

system?

001's heart trembled.

The person in front of you... is the holder of the villain system?

While wondering, it heard a gentle voice, a little helpless, and let out a long sigh.

"Anla Youyou, you have halved the toxicity, and he will be fine. In addition, we can communicate in our consciousness, don't say everything, be careful of being heard."

Xie Ziyou's face was bitter, and his expression worried: "The poison is halved, and it is still fierce. You see, he was pale just now, but now he suddenly turned red, and his breathing is still so fast..."

"It's a good thing that your complexion turns red. Youyou, I know you have difficulty adapting to your task for the first time, but if you reveal your identity, we will be deducted points. Can you... look quietly behind, don't Are you so close to the protagonist?"

"but……"

Before the words fell, the boy who fell under the tree suddenly coughed violently, his eyelids trembled, and there were signs of awakening.

Xie Ziyou: "!!!"

He covered his mouth in a panic and looked around anxiously.

Finally panicked and ran towards a bush not far away——

But it was too late. Even if the "National Teacher" had a powerful cultivation base, the running speed could not be as fast as the young man opened his eyes.

Seeing that Xie Ziyou was about to be exposed, 001 suddenly shouted in the teenager's consciousness: "Don't open your eyes!"

juvenile:"……?"

His eyelids twitched slightly, and his eyelashes trembled violently, but eventually they closed.

"Don't open your eyes," 001 hurriedly repeated, racking his brains to come up with an excuse and remedy, "The effect of the medicine you just drunk has not been fully developed. You can't open your eyes or move now. You must exercise right away. So that it won't leave any hidden wounds."

"……real or fake?"

The teenager will be suspicious.

But the assassination just now really scared him. In a precautionary mentality, the young man sat cross-legged under the tree and worked quietly.

001 held his breath and stared at him without blinking.

After a few breaths, seeing that the young man was really meditating and adjusting his breath, the golden butterfly's wings trembled slightly, flew lightly, and quietly cast its gaze into the distance.

Behind the green shrubs ahead, a touch of white light flew like a streamer, quietly, and quickly rushed toward the depths of the dense forest.

But the incident happened hastily. At the moment of passing by the bushes, the national teacher’s brocade sleeves accidentally hooked on the sharp thorns of the branches of the bushes, and a small piece of white cloth was torn off and hung on the branches lightly, like in A flower made of snow bloomed in the bushes.

At the tip of the young man’s ears, he heard the tearing of the cloth, and he was suddenly alert: "What sound?"

001 hurriedly jumped onto a branch and shook the leaves.

When the boy opened his eyes, he saw only the rustling fallen leaves, a few of which fell on his eyebrows, itching slightly, making him wipe his face impatiently.

001 was finally relieved.

He kept pouring the host's swearing complaints into his ears, but his body calmly rubbed against the bushes, quickly put away the white strips, and destroyed the corpse. After doing all this, 001 cast his gaze into the distance, looking at the direction Xie Ziyou disappeared.

——Even during the mission, he came to care about the protagonist.

Isn't he afraid of his identity being revealed and his points deducted?

For some reason, recalling Xie Ziyou's worried gaze, 001's heart suddenly burst into joy, like a traveler who has been trekking in the desert for a long time, finally seeing a bright green light in front of him, and a faint water vapor in the wind.

It thought to himself, what a naive... and cute little guy.

Hearing what they just said, is that person performing the villain mission for the first time?

Thinking of this, 001 became worried again.

——The first time I performed a mission, I encountered the identity of "national teacher" who was damaging the country and the people, and was angry and complained.

How long can that little cutie named Xie Ziyou maintain this innocence?

The author has something to say: I have a dream... After three chapters, I will end this article, and after another three chapters, I will be able to rest happily. XDfg stands up~