Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

"The Dean" is dead.

The terrifying and terrifying phantom butterfly orchid finally turned into a butterfly and flew away-turned into an endless, clearer and crystal-like cold dream butterfly than the clear sky, rolled up the ice blue aura and flew to the sky.

They broke through the dense cloud blockade and rushed straight into the sky.

So a gap was opened from the sky, and the gentle sunlight shed from the clouds, warming the hearts of everyone on the ground.

When the last trace of black air was transformed and exhausted, a few strands of green smoke rose from the top of "Wu Cong", like smoke and dust after the grass burned out, reluctant to struggle and twist, but in the end it was blown away by the wind and vanished in ashes.

The unconscious young man fell to the ground with a "plop", and the black streaks faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His skin gradually regained its luster, and the hair on the top of his head turned into a blackish gray, only the tail of his hair was still pale and withered, trembling with the wind.

Xie Ziyou let out a long sigh of relief.

it is finally over.

Together with this thought, the tense string in his head was immediately broken. The pain of the meridians and the dantian turning into a transfer station hit the bones of the limbs, and the irresistible feeling of fatigue, instantly overwhelmed the consciousness.

The same goes for Guan Heng on the side. After the last trace of black energy was swallowed by the golden light, the young man whose skin had already appeared with fine cracks closed his eyes and slammed his head on the ground.

The weak Xie Ziyou couldn't hold him back, so he closed his eyes. The two of them collapsed shoulder to shoulder, lying on the ground in big characters.

"Miss—"

A nervous shout faintly came from my ear, and it drifted away gently with the cessation of wind and rain.

...

When he woke up again, Xie Ziyou found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom.

The breeze penetrated into the house through the gap of the window, with the unique refreshing breath after the rain. The sun was shining brightly. Not far away, there were two or three oriole chirping softly, crisp and sweet.

He endured the soreness all over his body and tried to get up from the bed.

Just as the door opened with a "squeak", You Qin walked in from the door and saw Xie Ziyou awake. She hurriedly put the medicine bowl in her hand aside, stepped forward to help, and said worriedly: "Miss, what happened?"

Xie Ziyou waved his hand to indicate that he was okay.

He looked around for a moment, his eyes swept across the room a few times, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see most.

"Where is Guan Heng?"

"he……"

The maid opened her mouth hesitantly, her face awkward.

Xie Ziyou was in a hurry, pulling Youqin's cuffs to force him to ask: "He hasn't woken up yet?"

You Qin hurriedly denied, "No, miss, he is already awake."

Woke up?

Why don't you come to see yourself when you wake up?

Xie Ziyou stared at You Qin suspiciously, glimpsing the anxious color between the girl's eyebrows, and suddenly blood came to him.

Worry and irritability are intertwined, he waved away the hand held by the maid, staggered towards the outside, and opened the wooden door in Youqin's anxious call——

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the next room, like a heavy object falling to the ground, and a flock of birds on the branches outside the window.

Xie Ziyou was stunned by the shock.

Next to You Qin helplessly lowered her head and sighed low.

Pushing open the door of the next room, the scene greeted is extremely chaotic, the masonry floor is full of uneven pits, the good pear blossom book is missing, the wood chips are flying, the bed is even worse, the whole sinking from the center, revealing blur Silhouettes of human figures.

Guan Heng stood in the midst of the chaos in distress, pulling his feet out of the remains of the bed.

Hearing someone from outside the door, he turned his head quickly, met Xie Ziyou's stunned gaze, and said anxiously: "Youyou, don't come over!"

At the same time, the boy subconsciously supported the load-bearing wood on the left side of the room, his five fingers were slightly clenched due to his anxiety, uncontrollable profound energy gushing out of his palm, immediately leaving a clear palm print on the red wood.

One person hugged the thick load-bearing wood and let out an unbearable cry.

Xie Ziyou was stunned, watching the huge pillar slowly breaking from the center, and the roof eaves collapsed and collapsed, the window mullions broke in slow motion, and the whole house collapsed like a crushed paper box——

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The domino-like chain reaction gradually spread in the elegant and quiet courtyard of Xie Ziyou, taking off to the sky.

Pushing away the falling rocks, Xie Ziyou raised his head from the choking smoke and coughed while covering his mouth, while staring at Guan Heng: "What's the matter?"

In the middle of the ruins, the gray-headed young man smiled bitterly for a moment, and stepped back cautiously.

"The remaining profound strength is too much, I can't control it." He whispered.

Xie Ziyou understood in seconds.

After experiencing the previous fierce battle, even his profound power transfer station, his meridians have been widened a bit. After he recovers from the injury, a seventh-order peak will definitely not be able to run. Working hard, eighth-order is possible.

Not to mention Guan Heng, who had absorbed more profound energy, almost burst.

At the height of Jinguang, Xie Ziyou felt that his cultivation level had once been promoted to the ninth level. Even with his help to divert, the young man’s cultivation level gradually declined, but now it seems that he still stopped at the seventh-level peak, approaching The location of the eighth level.

For Guan Heng, the cultivation base was elevated by two ranks overnight, but there was no corresponding mood change, just as a three-year-old child suddenly had the power of an adult, and it was bound to be difficult to adapt to it for a while.

So the simple gestures of waving hands and feet have become powerful and arrogant professional demolition techniques.

"...Hey, it will really cause trouble."

Xie Ziyou lowered his head and muttered, then raised his foot and walked towards Guan Heng.

Guan Heng was startled, and slammed backwards, his uncontrollable profound energy oscillated at his feet, shaking a piece of falling rock into powder, and deep marks were stamped on his feet.

"Youyou!" The young man retreated, shouting anxiously, "Don't come here to swim, don't come here first, I can't help...hiss!"

A careless step, Guan Heng stepped into a pothole.

In the panic, he stomped hard, and a hole was stepped on the stone ground. The boy's right foot sank deep, and the rock was cold and stuck to his ankle, locking him in place.

Xie Ziyou ignored the young boy's anxious shouts, walked to Guan Heng in a few short steps, pushed away the young boy's desperately blocking hand in the air, opened his arms, and firmly embraced him.

The clear and sweet fragrance that rushed towards you was intoxicating, Guan Heng raised his hand in a panic, and his two arms were raised in the air like a zombie, not daring to touch his beloved Yuyou.

Xie Ziyou got too close, he almost didn't even dare to breathe, he could only stare dry, his voice low and hurried.

"Youyou!" The boy wanted to cry without tears, "Don't touch me first, give me some time, seven days...no, five days, I can definitely control this power!"

Xie Ziyou leaned her head on Guan Heng's shoulders, her soft black hair slid down her shoulders, blocking the reddish ears, and complained: "Ding is a big shit, it will take five more days?"

The body in his arms was warm and soft, and a few strands of hair swept through Guan Heng's neck. As the young man exhaled slightly while speaking, the itch spread all the way to Guan Heng's heart, almost driving him crazy.

But this is not what makes him most flustered.

After a while, Xie Ziyou didn't feel enough, so he simply grabbed Guan Heng's stiff arm, and pulled the boy's hands to his waist, half forcing Guan Heng to hug him from behind.

A warm hug, with a sweet fruit scent.

The clothes on Xie Ziyou's body are fine satin, delicate to the touch, silky and soft.

The body temperature passed through the thin cloth into Guan Heng's palm. It was the boy's most sincere illusion of the beauty of the world. Guan Heng bit his teeth, and every god-level tip was tightly tightened, and his fingers were uncontrollably violent. Trembling--

Uncontrollable profound energy drilled out of every pore, and was stretched by the young man's extremely strong willpower. Under the extremely tight mental state, every cell felt close to sympathy, forcing him and screaming at him.

Xie Ziyou felt the tightness of Guan Heng's body.

He felt a little pain, raised his hand and gently patted the young man's back, and said softly, "Is it better?"

"……much better."

Guan Heng bitterly, squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

"Youyou, can you let me go?"

"Why do you want to let it go when you get better?" Xie Ziyou snorted, "Don't let your mouth be stiff. I understand that you are in this state. If you want to quickly control your power, you have to put down some fierce materials and use poison to fight poison."

"But I..."

Guan Heng lowered his head slightly and said something softly in Xie Ziyou's ear.

Xie Ziyou's pupils shrank violently!

The blush spread quickly from the cheeks, all the way down the roots of the ears, spreading across the delicate neck, and submerged in Pian Pian's collar.

Xie Ziyou pushed the switch abruptly, and took a few steps back in a panic. The beautiful peach blossom eyes gleamed with water and the tails of the eyes were red, but his eyes couldn't help but glance down Guan Heng's body.

He only glanced at it, his eyes converged immediately.

But this glance is enough for Xie Ziyou to judge Guan Heng's state.

He froze in place at a loss, his face flushed like a ripe mountain persimmon, his lips were open and closed, and he squatted for a long time. He could hardly squeeze out an extremely embarrassing sentence: "You are a gangster!"

He kindly helped this person control his profound strength, but this person was thinking of some yellow waste!

Guan Heng had to shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Excessive profound energy brought too much energy, and Xie Ziyou clung to him just now. It was a young man who was full of vitality. For a moment, it was really uncontrollable.

But to his surprise, Xie Ziyou left without turning around after cursing in shame.

The teenager was breathing cramped, he subconsciously pulled his cuffs with his hands, and after a long time looking confused, he hesitated and said: "Actually...it's not impossible, it's the current state, a bit..."

Guan Heng: Fuck.

The breeze was slow, and the green leaves trembled.

The ear subconsciously excerpted the first half sentence, and five huge black words appeared in front of Guan Heng's eyes, "No" in his left eye, and "No" in his right eye. Both loud and sharp voices played in a loop in his ear.

No, yes, no, yes, yes.

Guan Heng didn't hear what Xie Ziyou said later.

His head was dizzy, as if he was stuffed with firecrackers, and then lit up by the shy eyes of the teenager in front of him, exploding a flourishing firework.