Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Xu Family Courtyard.

When Zhao Ruhao grabbed the door and walked out, Xie Heng was shrinking into a ball from the wound. While hissing and gasping, he anxiously said to Xu Wan'er, who was looking worried by the bed, "Go, chase him, don't let him go. "

"No," Xu Wan'er refused without hesitation, "Big Brother Xie, your wound is bleeding, I'll help you bandage it again."

"Don't be stupid."

Xie Heng's handsome facial features were twisted together due to pain, but his black eyes were as bright as obsidian, and he said painfully: "No need-hiss!!"

The pain came suddenly.

As if every bone in the whole body was crushed finely and ground by the jagged teeth, the vines spread, wrapped around the limbs, sharp punctures pierced the skin, drilled along the blood vessels into the meridians, pointed the sharp end to the soft spleen, and pressed down a little bit .

Xie Heng clenched the bedding tightly and fell silently.

This time it hurts so much that I can't even speak.

With almost blurred vision, Xie Heng gritted his teeth, the sharp pain spread from the gums, but could not challenge the pain spreading to the limbs and bones, there was a buzzing in his ears, and a faint smell of fishy smell appeared in the boy's throat.

He heard the dog barking in a daze.

Is it an auditory hallucination?

Still say, Xu Wan'er?

…Pooh.

Xie Heng cursed himself in the bottom of his heart.

The girl kindly saved him, took him in, and took care of him. He actually heard the girl's dog barking?

Hiss, it hurts!

…But a dog barks!

…

In the Xie's mansion, Xie Ziyou couldn't say anything. She smiled and watched Xie Peng hold the Liuli sword bone together with a few chicken bones in his hand. He lost and picked up, picked up and lost, and his heart was almost bloody.

Every bite of the brown puppy seemed to be biting on the tip of his heart, and the clear grinding of his teeth made a sharp and piercing sound. Every time he grinds, Xie Ziyou's chest hurts.

All his mind was concentrated on the bones that were taken away by the dog, and he heard Xie Peng say something about "Liuhepo" and "Ancient Secret Space" in a trance. He nodded all his heads and repeatedly said "Okay", just begging this guy to get out soon.

After about half an hour, Xie Peng finally got up and said goodbye.

Xie Ziyou almost burst into tears of joy, revealing the first sincere smile of the day, and joyfully said: "Cousin walk slowly."

Don't send it!

The system shrugged helplessly in his mind and sighed faintly.

After holding on to the smiling face and sending away Xie Peng and his dog, Xie Zi swims three steps and two steps before rushing to the corner of the house, picking out a glazed sword bone from a chicken bone that was bitten by sharp dog teeth.

He pulled over the cuffs with infinite distress, carefully wiped the saliva on the spirit bone with silk and satin, and stroked the bone with his white and delicate hands.

Fortunately, there are no obvious tooth marks.

Xie Ziyou whispered in his heart, thinking that fortunately, the quality of this thing passed the test, and he didn't let the dog bite in two, otherwise he would have no place to cry. And when the protagonist comes to the door in the coming year, what will he think once a tooth-marked bone is dug out from the villain's body?

The previous strategy obviously had loopholes, but it can't be done again.

It doesn’t matter if you are taken back to the den by the dog, in case the servant who cleans up the room picks it up and throws it into the cesspit...

Xie Ziyou couldn't help shivering.

He secretly made up his mind to never let the spirit bones leave him for half a step before saving enough points to use the illusion technique!

Xie Ziyou washed the spirit bones, carefully put them in his arms, and carefully placed them against his chest. The spirit bones soaked in the cold water were slightly cool, and suddenly touched the tender and warm skin. Xie Ziyou lowered his eyes, covered his chest, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

The body temperature gradually penetrated into the spirit bones until the chill completely dissipated and turned into a warm temperature like a warm sun.

Where Xie Ziyou couldn't see, the two ends of the spirit bones faintly glowed with pale white halo, and the dazzling light flowing inside, dazzling, the color of the two ends became lighter and translucent, and it looked like glass.

…

In the small courtyard of the Xu family, Xie Heng, who was curled up in a ball, finally panted, stretched his body, and his tight back gradually relaxed.

The pain that didn't know the cause gradually subsided, and the boy blinked his eyes hard, and his vision slowly returned to clarity.

The gurgling perspiration oozes from the corner of the forehead, dyes the wet temples, and slowly drips down the condensed strands of the hair tail, dripping on the Useluo clothes, creating a thick halo like ink. After the pain subsided, the soreness and softness spread over the whole body like a tide, Xie Heng gave a bitter smile, and finally lay down softly.

"Sorry," he nodded apologetically to the anxious Xu Wan'er by the bed, "I trouble you again."

"Thank you brother, don't talk."

Xu Wan'er had just boiled a pot of water. At this moment, she was immersing the towel in hot water, then took it out and wrung out, folded it, and carefully put it on Xie Heng's forehead.

Xie Heng's eyes closed slightly, he relaxed for a while, and gradually recovered a bit of strength. He tried to raise his sour hand, handed out the token of the Xuan Lingzong before, and whispered to Xu Wan'er: "I don't need this. Since your father left it for you, you should keep it well. You can always use it in the future. on."

The busy girl leaned down, her hands suddenly stagnated.

After a while, she continued to twist the towel nonchalantly, without raising her head, and casually said: "Why, Brother Xie, you look down on me too?"

"How is it possible?" Xie Heng smiled bitterly.

"You are the most considerate and gentle girl I have ever seen." The boy carefully chose her words and said carefully, "Without you, I still don't know which ravine I'm floating in. The sky is so moist, I'm afraid it's smelly. "

Xu Wan'er lowered her head and smiled with joy. The girl's brilliant cheeks were reflected in the water basin. Then she raised her head straight and asked, "Why isn't she the most beautiful and the cutest girl?"

"Uh…"

Xie Heng looked at the beam in distress.

For just a moment, he did want to say "beautiful", "cute", and so on, but when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed it again for some reason, as if something was blocking his throat and prevented him from speaking.

At the same time, a vague figure passed by, it was the side face that I had glimpsed in a trance before. It was indistinguishable. There was only a silhouette. An amber-colored gleaming eye, but unreasonably gripped Xie Heng's heartstrings. .

Xie Heng paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "...because "beautiful" and "cute" are all too common and perfunctory."

"Don't comfort me," Xu Wan'er picked up the towel, twisted it hard, and dropped a splash of water, "I know I'm not pretty or cute. You have seen it, my real temper is very grumpy, gentle and considerate... Humph."

"Okay," Xie Heng smiled, "It's okay to have a bad temper, doesn't Zhao Ruhao like that very much?"

And you have him in your heart.

But Xie Heng didn't say a word in the latter part. Xu Wan'er seemed to be stimulated. She threw the towel into the basin with her backhand and said loudly, "Who wants him to like it?"

Xie Heng: "..."

Wrong, he thought helplessly, shouldn't bring up this topic.

The teenager thought for a moment, and then said: "Sister Wan'er, what's the matter with your knife field, and what's the audit?"

There is nothing in return for life-saving grace.

He retained the vision of a once genius swordsman, and he was able to help the girl in front of him to tide over a moment of difficulty, which was also regarded as a kind of gratitude.

Swordsmanship is actually simple to say.

Xu Wan'er's father was a well-known local swordsman master, the fifth-rank strong, he has a sixth-rank swordsmanship in his hand, and he makes a living by opening a knife shop and teaching swordsmanship.

In a remote town, Level 5 is already a rare and precious master, so Xu's knife market was opened in a prosperous manner, and had a lot of friendship with several surrounding families, and there was an endless stream of scholars.

But Xu's father has a strange rule.

Anyone who comes to study will only teach for ten days, and after ten days, they will immediately leave.

Even though he was exceptionally talented and aptly qualified, I would never expect him to make an exception.

This rule lowers the threshold of income, but it also excludes a large number of outstanding students.

Therefore, after Xu Wan'er's father passed away unexpectedly, Daochang didn't even have an apprentice who could afford it. The good families are all the generations who are only profiting. Seeing that the Xu family has lost the mainstay of masters, they immediately turned their faces and denied them, sharing the remaining resources of the martial arts in various names.

In just half a year, Xu's knife field has become a dilemma. From the city's premier martial arts field, it has degenerated into a dilapidated industry that has almost closed its doors.

These are not enough.

Now, they are eyeing the qualifications to start the martial arts field, and the only relic left by the Xu family's father to Xu Wan'er-the Xuanlingzong exemption order.

In a small city, the number of martial arts practitioners is limited, and the number of martial arts fields that can be opened is also limited. The Xu family’s father obtained the qualification certificate with the fifth-rank cultivation base, and still has to face the envoy assessment sent by the last sect every year. If the assessment fails, The qualification certificate will also be withdrawn.

Xuan Lingzong is a local practice school.

Xie Heng desperately recalled the list of high-level sects he had seen, and couldn't remember the name "Xuanling". Using Xu Wan'er's description to corroborate it, he came to the conclusion that "this is an inferior sect."

The inferior sect of "Xie family genius" who is not worthy of being born with spiritual bones remembers the name.

But for the local ordinary people, the Xuan Lingzong is already standing outside the world, regardless of trivial matters, the immortal family sect is unattainable.

"How is the assessment? What are the assessments?" Xie Heng asked.

"It's mainly to review the martial arts level of the students, whether they are good enough to be a teacher."

Xu Wan'er looked down, her expression gloomy.

"It's all my fault. My dad didn't let me learn swordsmanship, and said that girls should learn martial arts from family. It's better to live a life of peace and stability. I even believed it..."

The girl covered her face with her hands, and her sobs flowed from her green fingers.

Thin calluses have grown on the fingertips, apparently only recently. After her father passed away, she was suddenly reduced from a beloved little princess to an orphan who was not as good as a maid. She could only use her thin shoulders to provoke the burden of life and provoke the last things left by her father.

It's too hard.

But can't give up.

"If Dad's knife field is taken away by them, and the test exemption order is given to others, what is left of me?" Xu Waner said helplessly, "I have never seen my mother since I was born. My dad is my only relative. No, when I miss him, I can’t even find a trace of him..."

"Don't be afraid," Xie Heng tried to prop up his body and comforted him slowly, "Don't be afraid, it's just a review, I'll help you."

"Speaking of which, I really envy your relationship with your father."

"Unlike me, who had been calling "Father" for more than ten years, I finally found out that I was just a little piglet raised by him. After he had grown fat, he had to go to the pot."

Xu Wan'er raised her head in amazement, with glittering tears hanging on her cheeks.

"Your injury was caused by your father?" The girl gasped in disbelief, "How could it be possible? How could there be such a cruel father?"

"...Who said no." Xie Heng tilted his head slightly.

The twilight outside the window gradually closed, the shadows of the mountains covered the hood, the last cloud of the sky was reflected in the clear pupils of the young man, dazzling the brilliant color, and then the horizon was like a cracked mouth, suddenly swallowed, swallowing all the light.

The night came suddenly.

"So, I want to live well." Xie Heng looked at the rolling shadows of the mountains outside the window, and said quietly, "I want to live better than him, live longer, one day, I will stand in front of him and ask him What is it... eh, do you think it’s a bit hot?"

The topic changed abruptly, and Xu Wan'er didn't react for a moment, and shook her head in a daze.

Xie Heng rubbed his nose suspiciously, staring at his wet fingertips in a daze.

There was a thin sweat on the bridge of his straight nose, and Junyi's facial features were particularly deep in the shadows, and the pale cheeks due to blood loss showed a faint blush, which harmonized the previous dark and solemn temperament, and appeared elegant and sexy.

How do you feel...like being hugged?