Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

The two spent a full hundred years together.

When Xie Ziyou felt that he was about to leave again, he no longer had any regrets.

In the past hundred years, he and Guan Heng have stepped across every corner of the mainland, across rivers and lakes, watching the sun, moon and stars, tasting every kind of delicacy that can be called and unnamed, and admiring the sun and spring flowers. , Midwinter blizzard. Guan Heng has also become a well-known hand-handling shopkeeper-style dean, but without the slightest intention of using it, every disciple accepted sincerely respects and loves both of them.

The moment of leaving came very hastily, Xie Ziyou didn't even say goodbye to Guan Heng in person—but having said that, he was the most unbearable to say goodbye in person, and only hurriedly left a letter to Guan Heng.

After returning to the hospital, Guan Heng could not find his lover, the candle was faint, and the breeze was blowing, but the figure engraved into the soul was gone.

He found a thin sheet of paper on the table, and wrote in a simple but affectionate way: I love you, I'm sorry.

There is no signature, only two or three folds soaked with teardrops.

"Fool," Guan Heng muttered with his eyebrows drooping and a bitter smile, "How can I blame you."

The youth with the still handsome face still smiles gently.

Only when I gently put down the letter, my eyes were blurred.

Just at this moment, a golden light flashed in his palm, and a thunderous hum of cold wind came from his ears. Amidst the noise, Guan Heng heard a long sigh, as if traveling across time and space for light years.

"Want to know his whereabouts?" the voice asked, "Want to follow in his footsteps?"

Guan Heng's heart trembled slightly, and his thin lips opened slightly.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I will not do anything unfavorable to you." The voice was wrong. Although the tone was deliberately suppressed, there was a hint of excitement. "You only need to tell me if you are willing to give up everything you have, even once The memory of love, go to unknown time and space, looking for the possibility of hugging again?"

It's simply to send sub-questions.

There was a pulsating star in Guan Heng's eyes, and he raised his head slightly, looking at the sky. The sky is dim, the galaxy is on the line, and the lights of thousands of houses flood the mountain city for the first time. It is the warmest dream of every ordinary person.

The wind picked up Guan Heng's broken hair, and he said every word: "I am willing."

...

Xie Ziyou plunged into the system space and saw the light and shadow of System 011 that he hadn't seen for a long time. The first reaction was howling.

The system stayed with him quietly, until after a long time, Xie Ziyou finally raised his head from the sobs and wiped away the tears, then it said softly: "Youyou?"

Xie Ziyou nodded, his voice hoarse: "I understand."

The system is very distressed.

Given the current state of Xie Ziyou, it is obviously not suitable to immediately devote to the next task, but it also costs points to recuperate in the system space. Although it is not expensive, Xie Ziyou is currently poor and can not delay.

The white light flashed, and the new task appeared in front of Xie Ziyou.

In the Xuanling Continent, the strong is respected.

The protagonist, Xie Heng, was born with a glazed sword bone, which was opened before entering the mystery. All the swordsmanship in the world fell into his eyes. As long as he had a short time, he could easily master it, and he could improve on the weaknesses of swordsmanship. In other words, he is the proud son of heaven born for the sword.

He was born in a prominent family and a family of swordsmanship. This family is famous for the ninth-rank swordsmanship that has been passed down from generation to generation, "Shen Slash", but the swordsmanship is too mysterious. There is nothing I can do about the eighth, ninth, or even above the next eight floors.

Xie Heng showed his sharp edge when he was very young, showing extraordinary kendo aptitude, and he was in the limelight. Everyone admits that he will be the closest person to the ancestor's cultivation in the Xie family for thousands of years, and he is most likely to cultivate a complete " **God Slash.

But Xie Yushen, the head of the Xie family, was not happy.

Because Xie Heng is not actually his son.

Many years ago, when he was out and about, he rescued a beautiful woman next to a stream in the wilderness. The woman was pregnant for nine months, but she was still beautiful and exquisite, and her skin was better than snow.

After the woman opened her eyes blankly and asked, "Who am I, where am I", Xie Yushen saw her amnesia, and became confused for a while, lied that she was her husband, and saved her home.

He dreamed of sharing a bed with a beautiful woman and kissing Yoshizawa, but he did not expect that he would not even touch the beautiful woman's body—just a few days later, the woman was born prematurely, leaving behind a crying baby boy, and then fell ill. Sorry, it didn't take long for me to breathe.

Xie Yushen, who claimed "this is my wife" to members of the family: "..."

No way, the dumb ate coptis, so he had to accept the man reluctantly.

If Xie Heng's aptitude is stubborn and his character is mean, that's all. Xie Yushen felt that the Xie family had a lot of work and could afford to raise an idler.

However, as Xie Heng grew up day by day and became a graceful young man who was like a yushu, he showed a genius that was absolutely different from that of Xie Yushen's parents and children. The whole figure was like a small luminous body. Every time Xie Yushen looked at him, he felt that his eyes were about to be pierced.

Xie Heng's existence reminded him all the time: The beauty that he never forgets and dreams of should originally belonged to such a man.

Not only does Xie Yushen fail to be a successor, he has to help others raise his son.

In addition, Xie Yushen’s wife Wang Yun blows the pillow breeze every day, and Xie Yushen is finally moved by him. So on the day of Xie Heng’s adulthood, he drugged him to be stunned, unfeelingly peeled off the glazed sword bones, and threw the protagonist who had become a waste. Down the cliff.

As for Xie Ziyou, he needs to play Xie Yushen's parent-child.

That is, the protagonist's glazed sword bone, the repair base surged for a while, but it was still no match for the protagonist's template, and the protagonist who was killed many years later was a living villain who was killed.

Looking at the system screen in front of him, Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.

He doesn't like this kind of unethical villain plot.

As mentioned before, there are many types of villains, not all of them are evil people. Anyone who has a different position from the protagonist can be called a villain.

When Xie Ziyou completed the villain's mission for the first time, he was out of luck. He encountered a demon who was doing evil and doing no evil. That mission made him sick enough to rest in the system space for three months before he could be relieved.

Therefore, after earning the first pot of gold in the first world, Xie Ziyou stepped on the path of no return for spending points to refresh the task. Refreshing the task only requires 20 points, and he can even spend 400 points to find a quest that suits his wishes.

But now...

Poor and white Xie Ziyou sniffed, unwilling to click [Confirm].

The whirlwind suddenly rose, and the colorless vortex rolled into the sky, drowning the figure of one person and one system.

...

The sky is dim, and the candle shadow is faint.

Before opening his eyes, Xie Ziyou's mouth was choked by the pungent smell. He covered his mouth and coughed low, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he tried to calmly open his glasses.

There was a river of blood in front of him.

The scarlet blood stained the marble steps red, and there was a blood vortex under one foot. The blood flowed like a stream, winding through the cracks in the stone bricks, leaving behind a string of earthworm-like twisted traces.

Not far away was a bloodstain of half a meter wide. It seemed that someone had lay there and was ripped apart, then dragged by the ankle and dragged out the door.

The sword sharpened like mud fell in front of the stone steps, and the edge of the Xueliang sword was stained with the blood of the owner, showing a dim luster.

Xie Ziyou: Damn it.

He hadn't seen such a **** scene for many years, and his brain became pale, his chest churned, and his mouth was covered with retching.

"You'er!"

Not far from behind, there was a call with joy and tenderness. Xie Ziyou's back stiffened, and he swallowed the vomiting feeling back into his stomach, and then barely pulled up the corners of his mouth, and then turned around——

On a **** white bone.

The woman in front of her wears pearls on her head, with shiny hair and charming eyebrows. She wears a light pink long skirt with waist and sleeves. The skirt and cuffs are stained with red blood, and they are blown dry and faintly shiny.

Her fingertips were smeared with brilliant red curdant, her green fingers twisted the bone, and the corners of her mouth rose, revealing a greedy smile.

"You'er," the woman handed the bone to Xie Ziyou again, smiled faintly, and called, "My mother has made your wish come true for you."

"That **** is already dead and can't die again. Starting today, you will be the most qualified genius of the Xie family!"

Xie Ziyou: "..."

I feel sick.

Although the strong impact of the scene made people very uncomfortable, it temporarily overwhelmed Xie Ziyou's miss and dissatisfaction with Guan Heng. He adjusted his work mentality, gritted his teeth, trembled, and took it from the woman. bone.

"Thanks... thank you mother."

Xie Ziyou's voice trembled.

The woman thought he was overjoyed, and her smile became more and more sweet. Her blood-stained hands crossed the back of Xie Ziyou's head, held the young man in her arms, and whispered, "You're good."

Xie Ziyou: "..."

Metamorphosis, state, ah!

...

There is a river below the cliff, and the river flows slowly through the valley towards the distant estuary.

The blood-stained and bruised young boy was ups and downs in the water, barely grasping a driftwood, and every time the river shook, his body was full of heart-piercing pain.

No, you can't die here...

Xie Heng suffocated his breath, and the vertical and horizontal thorns on the driftwood pierced his palm, but he didn't notice it.

Until the wound was soaked in the river water to turn white, the young man was dizzy, almost reaching the limit, finally saw the flat river bank.

There was a vague figure by the river, seeming to be soaking the laundry. He saw Xie Heng from a distance. The slender figure threw the tub in his hand and exclaimed: "Come on, someone has fallen into the water—"

Don't run...

Xie Heng thought dizzyly, when you find someone back, am I still going to finish the ball?

Dear gods and gods, grandmother Buddha, do well and save people——