Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

With the help of the faint moonlight in the sky, Xie Ziyou finally saw the scene inside the stone wall.

The gray-faced teenager sat slumped on the ground, leaning his upper body on the stone wall.

He lowered his head slightly, and a large black shadow fell, blocking his face.

The moonlight only illuminates the half of Guan Heng's arm on the ground, so thin, reddish-brown blood scabs are staggered all over, and light blue blood vessels are faintly revealed underneath.

Guan Heng's body did not fluctuate in the slightest of profound energy. If it hadn't been for Xie Ziyou's ears, he could recognize the slight breathing from the wind, he would almost think that the boy was already a corpse.

Xie Ziyou's heart trembled, and the tingling sensation came out again, as if a spring was plugged in his chest, and the sight of Guan Heng caused a stress response.

Why is this man like this?

The time, the right place, and the harmony of people have all been arranged for him. Why doesn't he seize the opportunity to practice and heal his injuries?

Xie Ziyou grabbed the big holes in his fingernails, touched a soy-sized stone from the ground, wondering whether to throw it in, and woke up the protagonist.

But after making gestures to the hole's eye for a long time, he finally shook his head helplessly and held the stone tightly in his hand.

Guan Heng's injuries were too serious.

This body of him is Fairy Xie, the favorite of the Central Academy, not the golden finger swimming without the power of a chicken, the stone is thrown out, if the strength is not good...

Xie Ziyou pushed aside the stone wall and raised his hand to rub his sore eyes.

"...I didn't expect it." He whispered dullly, "Is your identity as important to Guan Heng?"

He has seen so many fantasy essays from the family, and there are many plots in which the portable grandfather/spiritual pet/parents and relatives/unimportant supporting characters were killed by the villain.

Don't those protagonists cheer up quickly, triple-jump their cultivation bases, and then take revenge on the villain fiercely?

There are also mixed flavors in the system's mind.

Its host is good at everything, but it is too insensitive to feelings.

The system thought for a while, and carefully hinted: "Then Youyou, now you know, what do you plan to do later?"

Xie Ziyou was sour and bored in his heart, scratching the back of his head irritably, turning his black hair into a mess of grass.

What else can he do?

You You are logically dead, and even the bracelet is completely destroyed, but he can separate the divine consciousness and attach it to other things, but...

Feeling anxious and unbearable, Xie Ziyou turned his gaze and glanced into the small hole in the rock wall.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then the whole person clung to the past: "...what's that?"

"Mosquito?"

The system was also stunned: "Youyou, are you dazzled?"

Where are the mosquitoes in this cold weather.

"No...not dazzling!"

Xie Ziyou lay on the ground and looked attentively. His tone of hesitation from the beginning gradually became irritable.

"His uncle, where's the smelly mosquitoes? You're looking for death!"

Bastard, dare to bite Guanheng? Don't you know that he has bleed too much blood?

The man of the little master...Bah, the protagonist of the little master, you can also abuse a stinky mosquito?

The small stones pinched in the palm of the palm finally came into use.

The anger rose in Xie Ziyou's eyes, and the pure profound energy poured into the stone. The soy-sized stone gradually emitted a light blue light, like a cold ice jade soul.

Seeing that the stone was about to bounce into the hole, the system was busy turning into a bee, buzzing at the entrance of the hole: "Wait and swim, don't rush to anger!"

"Wait for what!"

Xie Ziyou pushed away the system anxiously with his hands: "Mosquito bites people so fast, a bite is a big bag—wait, what are you talking about, anger?"

"Joke! Am I angry?"

Xie Ziyou was unwilling to show weakness and stared at the system, clenching his teeth.

The system said helplessly: "Youyou, look carefully, there are no golden mosquitoes in the world?"

"That's the employee who came to take over for you, an old senior, cheat system 302-no, it seems to be 303 now."

It was cold and cold, and there was no sound.

In the entire cave, only the dim moonlight was cast from the cracks in the rocks, and the silhouette of the silhouette could be distinguished, and the pale golden dots flying in the sky became conspicuous.

Above the peak, frost and snow covered vegetation and rocks, and the refreshing chill permeated into the skin little by little.

Xie Ziyou's heart gradually became cold as ice.

He shivered, but he refused to believe in evil, bent over and lay on the cave's eyes for a long time.

After a long time, he breathed out a sulking suffocation that he didn't know who was aimed at.

"It's clearly a mosquito..."

The system smiled bitterly.

As systems, although most of the time they hide in the host's sea of ​​consciousness and only communicate with the host spiritually, each system also has its own mimicry to prepare for emergencies.

Each system can freely set its own mimicry, and can also be replaced at any time.

For example, 011 himself, the commonly used mimicry is the little bee.

The light insects flying in the cave are not so much mosquitoes as tiny butterflies. Golden, thin wings are gathered behind the back, and long tentacles protrude slightly forward.

I don't know how its host regards 303 as a mosquito.

Knowing that Xie Ziyou's heart was restless, the system comforted him from the side: "You can rest assured that Senior 303 can take care of Guan Heng. It is well-known in our system—according to your terms, it is an urban legend."

Xie Ziyou's peach blossom eyes flickered faintly, and said, "What urban legend, the last train of No. 404?"

"Uh... I mean very famous and inspirational big people, such as Ma Yun."

Xie Ziyou sneered: "Hey, it's a stinky butterfly. Why is it comparable to Papa Ma?"

The system smiled bitterly: "Just rely on its number, 303."

The system number of Zhutian System Company has its unique meaning. Every time a host is assisted to complete a task, the system number can be increased by one.

System 303 means that Guan Heng is the 303th host of this predecessor.

Xie Ziyou understood these rules for the first time.

He widened his eyes in surprise and opened his thin lips slightly: "So, your name is 011. Am I the 11th host you brought?"

System: "Yes. But Youyou, I still hope you call me by another name, "Villain System", don't call me 011."

…Because 011 is not a unique name.

Every system has gone through the stage of 011, and 11 is really a very small number, and every system is proud of high-digit numbers.

That means that they have gone through wind and snow, leading batch after batch of hosts to the peak.

The three-digit system number is already considered to be an excellent existence in the system, not to mention the three-digit number starting with 3.

"The system also has life, and you will feel tired. Generally speaking, a system with 100 hosts will have two choices. One is to retire and to enjoy the small world, and the other is to get promoted and enter the high-level headquarters to do management work. "

The specific choice depends on the working efficiency of the system during this period and the evaluation of the system by each host.

"The system is not a machine. Few systems refuse the above two directions and choose to continue working, but the 303 predecessor is the exception among the exceptions-the above promotion case has been issued seven or eight times, but each time it has rejected it. "

"It is the oldest system in the front line."

The system spoke slowly, with a hint of admiration and admiration in his tone.

"Besides, the seniors are very gentle and popular, and they are willing to mention some new recruits. We all like him."

Xie Ziyou: "...oh."

After listening to the systematic explanation, the golden flying insects quietly changed in his eyes, from a big pig's hoof to an amiable, diligent grandfather image.

…Unlike his temporary workers and half-hearted workers, with the quality and ability of others, it is indeed more suitable to stay by Guan Heng as a golden finger.

Xie Ziyou licked his posterior molar fiercely.

He stuck his whole body on the stone wall, ignoring that the rough rock surface hurts his cheek, his eyes did not blink, and he stared at the flying light spot.

Guan Heng, who had been sitting stiffly for a long time, finally had a reaction. Xie Ziyou looked at the young man and raised his head, his empty eyes patrolling back and forth, falling on the buzzing light.

Guan Heng frowned.

His entire face was drowned in the darkness, but Xie Ziyou knew he was frowning.

Even if he hadn't realized it before, the two-year life of relying on each other had deeply imprinted the figures of the teenagers in each other's souls. Guan Heng's fingertips were slightly hooked, and he knew that Guan Heng was a little irritable.

Xie Ziyou held his breath, the blood surging back and forth in the blood vessels, the heart was overwhelmed, and he thumped.

He watched the young man raise his hand, his slender fingers were still pierced with fine thorns, and his pale fingertips slowly lifted up, peeking toward the golden light spot in the air.

A panic for no reason, like a big hand, suddenly clenched the soft heart.

Slowly, but perseveringly, from his heart's blood, he drew something invisible and colorless, as subtle as threads, but heavier than life.

At this moment, Xie Ziyou has never realized a fact so clearly.

"Youyou" can be replaced.

Cheating Tour... is about to be replaced.

The author has something to say: Xie Ziyou: So I am a QAQ that can be replaced

Protagonist: Huh? What replaced, after I agreed?

Protagonist: Replacement is impossible. It is impossible in this life. Come and swim, drop a horse, let you know how much I love you~

Author: Come, open, come to guess the identity and fate of 303 w