Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

"...How much benefit does Guan Heng give you, asking you to help him with advertising every day?"

Xie Ziyou grinds his teeth.

His mind was already chaotic, and the system still saw stitches. Xie Ziyou was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to ask, is this his villain system or Guan Heng's love system?

The system is also very helpless.

Where is advertising, he really can't stand the host's tangled appearance.

"Youyou, in fact, in terms of host’s emotional management, the company has many very user-friendly policies. These policies are mainly used in the "strategy system" department, such as paying a certain amount of points, which can be extended without being restricted by tasks or personal settings. Time spent in the small world. At this time, all tasks are interrupted, and you don’t have to play the villain."

"If you need, I can report to the headquarters and ask if this policy can also be implemented in the "villain system"..."

It was not finished yet, and was suddenly interrupted by Xie Ziyou.

"No, I don't use it."

Xie Ziyou hung his head slightly, Ruyu's long eyelashes trembling violently.

The fine and slightly curled eyelashes swept like a small brush, and a dim shadow was swept across the teenager's pupils full of confusion and worry.

He looked out the window, and the blue sky and you cloud were reflected in the lake-like clear eyes. The surface of the water was as quiet as a gem, but ice and snow were secretly condensed in the depths, as if thinking about the immortal ice on the peak of the peak.

The breeze rushed through the forest and threw the leaves. The slender and sharp bamboo leaves resembled blades, and the sharp blades came out mercilessly, splitting the sky.

Xie Ziyou asked slowly: "How many points does your policies cost me?"

"My points are enough for me to stay for a lifetime?"

A long silence.

After a long time, the system whispered: "It's always possible to stay for ten or twenty years..."

Xie Ziyou shook his head: "What's the use of that?"

"The life of an ordinary person is still several decades. Guan Heng is a cultivator, and his life span is longer than an ordinary person."

"Twenty years later, I am gone, what will he do?"

The system cautiously said: "You don't need to think about it so much."

"Your spirit is too tight, just relax a little in a world..."

"No!" Xie Ziyou shook his head violently.

One world, what about the next?

He accepted this feeling, can he let go of it gently and skillfully in the future, and turn around to devote himself to the next villain mission?

The villain’s mission is different from other missions. He is to be a villain, to be a villain, to hate ghosts and to hate ghosts, and the world is outrageous-the mission of being a villain after retiring from marriage is really a big luck. Xie Ziyou sees more missions. Ask him to betray relatives and friends, murder and arson, and even go out of the country.

He hates those tasks.

Carrying a heavy psychological burden, all the way to this day, he relied on only a breath held in his chest, a determination to go home.

He cannot be shaken here.

Nor should he use his own desires to harm Guan Heng for half his life.

This feeling that shouldn't be budding is too heavy for both of them, not joy, but a burden.

Xie Ziyou got up suddenly.

The long skirt was fluttering, plain clothes surpassed the snow, and the water in the eyes of the stunning "girl" was shining, Guan Heng even had no time to speak, and after an instant, Xie Ziyou had already leapt out of the open window.

The agile figure quickly moved away with the wind, leaving only a faint word in the air.

"I'm leaving first. You're all right, don't bother me."

Seeing Xie Zi wandering away and fleeing, Guan Heng's handsome eyebrows instantly frowned.

After entering the door, his gaze was firmly locked on Xie Ziyou, and he hadn't moved away for even half a second.

Obviously, it was only one day apart, but this day was as long as ever for him.

But he wandered intently, didn't he even look at him more, didn't he want to?

The young man's heart surged, and while he was lost, he was a little wronged.

He stepped forward, grabbed the edge of the window, swiftly drilled towards the window, and wanted to turn the window to chase——

But just halfway through, a slender hand stretched out from behind, firmly grasping Guan Heng's lapels.

"Brother," blocked by the shadow, Wu Cong's expression was dark and his eyes were dim, "Don't go in a hurry, Senior Brother has something to tell you."

"Master asked me to take care of my brother. As a brother, of course, I must do my best."

The young man squinted his eyes and forced his hands. The word "junior" was bitten by him so hard that he almost forced it out against the gap between his teeth: "I think that my junior was born from a humble background and doesn't understand etiquette. This temper is also a bit impatient, not good. change."

"Senior brother has a way, why don't you try?"

At noon, the sun gradually became poisonous, spreading dry fine dust in the air, slowly drifting into the throat of the mouth, causing chest tightness, shortness of breath, rising anger, and dry mouth.

Guan Heng's slender legs rested on the window frame, and the faint grievance and loss in his eyes quickly covered up.

The young boy's eyes were deep, his thin lips pressed lightly, and he turned his head to look at Wu Cong.

It's no wonder that You You don't want to talk to yourself about yourself.

It turns out that there is still this idiot pestering in the room.

The breeze is faint, green bamboo and sand.

OK, Guan Heng thought to himself, then first solve the **** chucking stick in front of you, and then go chasing and swimming.

An indifferent smile was slowly raised from the corner of the boy's mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, his eyes were cold and straight, without flinching.

"Since it is the kindness of the senior, the junior is disrespectful."

Guan Heng slowly raised his hand and made a "please" gesture.

"Brother have any advice, please tell me."

...

"Within seven days, pick a thousand creepy butterfly orchids from the back mountain of the college?"

"Yes."

Wu Cong gave a chuckle, the contempt in his eyes and his tone of voice were concealed very perfunctory.

"Creed Butterfly Orchid is only a third-grade Lingzhi, and the junior has great talents. This kind of small task shouldn't trouble you, right?"

"You don't have to use this kind of aggressive approach to me."

Guan Heng shook off the young man's hand in disgust, and flicked the hem of the elastic sleeve: "Brother, I will complete the task. You don't need to pretend to be brotherly respectful in front of me—by the way, brother. Your acting skills are terrible, do you want Junior Brother to help you practice?"

"you!"

Wu Cong choked in his throat, his face flushed with anger.

It turned the sky!

As soon as this little **** started, he dared to be so disrespectful to himself. Can he pay it back in the future?

Guan Heng had long seen this person not pleasing to his eyes, and even hated the coveted look of the youth when he looked at Xie Ziyou.

If he said that before, he just hated Wu Cong's anxious appearance, now he knows that Xie Ziyou is the kind of travel he was thinking of. Every time Wu Cong glanced at Xie Ziyou, Guan Heng wanted to break his leg.

"Okay, brother, you can be patient."

Wu Cong panted heavily, his neck flushed.

He didn't even do it perfunctorily. He stared at Guan Heng and said straightforwardly: "Don't blame brother for not reminding, this sly butterfly orchid has a maturity in ten years and is specially planted for Master's cultivation. The task of picking is also in the Deacon's Hall. After hanging up for a period of time, you took the task. If you don’t do it well, the people in the hall will punish you!"

In addition to daily lectures, the Central Academy also has many administrative departments. Among them, the Deacon Hall is responsible for arranging experience tasks for the students, and the Fa Hall, as the name suggests, is the department in charge of rewards and punishments.

These two departments are like two big mountains, holding the power of life and death of a group of students.

As a disciple of the Dean's Guanmen, these two halls did not dare to control Guan Heng.

But now Guan Heng can also see that his cheap master is obviously a picky hand-handling shopkeeper, and Wu Cong is probably in charge of all related matters in the courtyard.

But he just smiled lightly, and said casually: "It turns out that the Deacon Hall and the Fa Hall are also seniors."

"Then I should have a snack, thank you brother for reminding me."

You have to stumble me on task assessment and rewards and punishments, so what?

Guan Heng believed that he was not a brave temperament, but he would go all out for everything related to Youyou, and would not give up.

"Brother, if you have any tricks, just use it."

"Junior Brother will stay with him to the end."

The author has something to say: Xie Ziyou: I can afford it and let it go

System: No, you can't :)

Guan Heng: Believe me baby, you don't have the chance to let go :D

Xie Ziyou:...

The whole world is urging me to fall in love

Is this really the villain system & the protagonist?

We will be officially together soon. Bring Saturday's earlier, and now it's even more. Asking for a day off on Saturday. qwq hahaha. Today is short. I will double it back at 11pm on Sunday! Let’s make a 30-coin transaction? |?˙??˙)?