Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Chapter 41: The villain wants to divorce 41

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"The Dean" is dead.

The ferocious and terrifying phantom of the Phalaenopsis finally turned into a butterfly and flew away—it turned into an endless, crystal-like cold dream butterfly that was clearer than the clear sky, rolled up the ice-blue aura, and flew to the sky.

They broke through the blockade of thick clouds and went straight to the sky.

Then, a gap opened from the sky, and the warm sunshine fell from the clouds, warming the hearts of everyone on the ground.

When the last trace of black air was completely transformed, a few wisps of green smoke rose from the top of "Wu Cong", like the smoke after the grass was burnt, struggling and twisting unwillingly, but in the end they were all blown away by the wind and disappeared in ashes.

The unconscious young man fell to the ground with a "plop", and the black lines on his face 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 to a darker gray, only the ends of his hair were still pale and haggard, trembling with the wind.

Xie Ziyou let out a long breath of relief.

it is finally over.

Together with this thought, the tense strings in the head were immediately broken, and the meridians and dantian became transit points. The pain hit from the bones of the limbs, and together with the irresistible fatigue, it overwhelmed the consciousness in an instant.

The same was true for Guan Heng who was on the side. When the last trace of black air was swallowed by the golden light, the young man whose skin had already had fine cracks closed his eyes and threw his head to the ground sullenly.

The weak Xie Ziyou couldn't support him, so he simply closed his eyes, and the two of them collapsed side by side, lying on the ground with big characters.

"Miss-"

Nervous shouts faintly came from my ears, and drifted away gently with the wind and rain that gradually stopped.

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

The breeze penetrated into the house through the gaps in the windows, bringing with it the unique refreshing atmosphere after the rain. The sun was shining brightly, and there were two or three orioles singing melodiously and melodiously not far away.

Enduring the soreness all over his body, he tried to get up from the bed.

Just as the door opened with a "squeak", Youqin walked in from the door. Seeing that Xie Ziyou had woken up, she hurriedly put the medicine bowl in her hand aside, stepped forward to help her, and said worriedly: "Miss, why are you up?"

Xie Ziyou waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

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

"Where's Guan Heng?"

"he… "

The maid opened her mouth hesitantly, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

Xie Ziyou became anxious immediately, he grabbed Youqin's cuff and asked forcefully, "Is he still awake?"

You Qin hastily denied, "No, miss, he's already awake."

woke up

Why didn't you come to see yourself when you woke up

Xie Ziyou stared at Youqin suspiciously, seeing the anxious look on the girl's eyebrows, his blood boiled immediately.

Anxiety and irritability intertwined, he waved away the maid's supporting hand, staggered towards the outside of the house, and pushed open the wooden door under Youqin's anxious call—

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise from the room next door, like a heavy object falling to the ground, and the birds on the branches outside the window were blown away.

Xie Ziyou was shocked for a moment.

Beside Youqin helplessly lowered her head and sighed lowly.

Pushing open the door of the next room, the scene that greets the eyes is extremely chaotic, the brick floor is full of uneven pit marks, the best pear blossom book table is missing, sawdust is flying, the bed is even worse, the whole sinks from the center, revealing a blur humanoid silhouette.

Guan Heng stood in the middle of the chaos in distress, struggling to pull his foot out of the remnants of the bed.

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

At the same time, the young man subconsciously supported the load-bearing wood on the left side of the room, his five fingers clenched slightly because of his impatience, and uncontrollable profound energy gushed out from his palm, immediately leaving a clear palm print on the mahogany wood.

There was an unbearable cry of pain from one person hugging the thick load-bearing tree.

Xie Ziyou was dumbfounded, watching the giant pillar slowly break from the center, and the eaves on the top and side collapsed, the window lattices cracked in slow motion, and the whole hut collapsed like a crushed cardboard box—

"Boom boom boom boom!"

A domino-like chain reaction gradually spread in Xie Ziyou's elegant and quiet courtyard, sending flying dust all over the sky.

Pushing away the falling stones, Xie Ziyou raised his head from the choking smoke, covered his mouth and coughed, and glared at Guan Heng: "What's going on?"

In the middle of the ruins, the ashen-faced young man smiled wryly for a moment, and took half a step back cautiously.

"There is too much profound energy left, I can't control it." He whispered.

Xie Ziyou understood in seconds.

After going through the fierce battle before, even his meridian has widened a bit as a transfer station of profound energy. After recovering from his injuries, a seventh-level peak will definitely not be able to escape. If you work hard, eighth-level is possible.

Not to mention Guan Heng who had absorbed more profound energy and was almost bursting.

When Jinguang was at its peak, Xie Ziyou felt that his cultivation level had once risen to the ninth level. Even though he helped divert the flow, the young man's cultivation gradually fell back, but now it seems that he still stopped at the peak of the seventh level, approaching the peak of the seventh level. Eighth position.

For Guan Heng, his cultivation level increased by two ranks overnight, but there was no corresponding change in his state of mind, just like a three-year-old child suddenly possessing the power of an adult, it must be difficult to adapt for a while.

So the simple movements of waving hands and stamping feet have become powerful and brutal professional demolition techniques.

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

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

Guan Heng was startled, and quickly backed away. The profound energy that could not be retracted freely vibrated at his feet, turning a piece of falling rock into powder, leaving deep marks under his feet.

"Youyou!" The young man shouted anxiously as he retreated, "Don't come over to Youyou, don't come here just now, I can't control it... hiss!"

With one careless step, Guan Heng stepped into a pothole.

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

Xie Ziyou ignored the boy's anxious cry, and walked to Guan Heng's side in just a few steps, pushed away the boy's desperately blocking hand in the air, opened his arms, and hugged him firmly.

The clear and sweet fragrance blowing towards his face was intoxicating, Guan Heng raised his hands in a panic, his arms were held high in the air like zombies, not daring to touch his beloved Youyou.

Xie Ziyou was too close, he almost didn't dare to breathe, he could only stare blankly, his voice was hoarse and rapid.

"Youyou!" The young man wanted to cry, "don't touch me yet, give me some time, seven days... no, five days, I'm sure I can control this power!"

Xie Ziyou leaned his head sideways on Guan Heng's shoulder, his smooth black hair slid down his shoulder, covering his reddish ears, and complained, "What's wrong with Ding, five more days?"

The body in his arms was warm and soft, and a few strands of hair swept across the back of Guan Heng's neck. As the boy exhaled slightly while speaking, the itching sensation spread all the way to the bottom of Guan Heng's heart, almost driving him crazy.

But that wasn't what flustered him the most.

After a while, Xie Ziyou felt that it wasn't enough, so he simply grabbed Guan Heng's stiff arm, pulled hard, pressed the young man's hands to his waist, and half-forced Guan Heng to hug him from behind.

A warm embrace with sweet fruity notes.

The fabric on Xie Ziyou's body is high-quality satin, delicate to the touch, silky and soft.

The body temperature passed through the thin fabric, passing into Guan Heng's palm. It was the young man's most sincere fantasy about the beauty of the world. Guan Heng clenched his teeth tightly, each god-level tip tensed up, and his fingers were uncontrollably violent. trembling—

The out-of-control profound energy drilled out from every pore, and was stretched by the young man's extremely strong willpower. In the extremely tense mental state, every cell almost empathized, forcing him and screaming at him.

Xie Ziyou felt the tension in Guan Heng's body.

He felt a little distressed, raised his hand and patted the boy's back lightly, and said softly, "Is it better?"

"… much better."

Guan Heng grimaced, trying to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.

"Youyou, can you let me go?"

"Why let it go when it's much better?" Xie Ziyou sneered, "Don't be stubborn. I understand your state. If you want to control your power quickly, you have to make some serious plans and use fire to fight fire."

"But I..."

Guan Heng lowered his head slightly, and whispered something in Xie Ziyou's ear.

Xie Ziyou's pupils shrank violently!

The blush quickly spread from the cheeks, all the way down the ears, spread over the delicate neck, and disappeared into the elegant collar.

Xie Ziyou pushed Guan Heng violently, and took a few steps back in a panic. The water in her beautiful peach blossom eyes was bright red, but she couldn't help but glance down at Guan Heng.

After only a glance, his eyes immediately converged.

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

He froze on the spot at a loss, his face was as red as a ripe persimmon, his lips opened and closed, he stuttered for a long time, and he could barely utter a very embarrassing sentence: "You are a hooligan!"

I kindly helped this person control his profound energy, but this person was thinking of some yellow trash!

Guan Heng could only shake his head and smile wryly.

Too much profound energy brought too much energy, just now Xie Ziyou was clinging to him again, he was just a young man with full of vigor, he couldn't hold back for a moment.

But to his surprise, after Xie Ziyou cursed shamefully and angrily, he left without turning around.

The young man was short of breath, subconsciously clutching his cuffs with his hands, and after looking around for a long time, he hesitated and said, "Actually... it's not impossible, it's just that the current state is a bit..."

Guan Heng: Damn it.

The breeze is blowing, and the green leaves tremble slightly.

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

No, yes, no, can, with.

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

His head was dizzy, as if a firecracker had been stuffed into his head, and then lit up by the shy eyes of the young man in front of him, and a grand fireworks exploded.