The light rain fell on the window sill, blurring a cloud of dark color on the thin window paper, and was caught up by the subsequent raindrops, converging into a small stream of water, which dripped onto the bluestone below.
Hearing the faint sound of rain, Xie Heng curled up into a ball, his eyelashes trembled for a few seconds, and finally opened them slowly.
The vision is also blurred, only the crude furnishings in the house can be vaguely seen, the stone pot stove, a small pile of firewood next to the stove, and the light inside the stove is dancing, most of which are flames.
Xie Heng blinked hard.
At the same time as his sanity returned, the dizziness from excessive blood loss and the severe pain of being dug out came back again. The young man couldn't bear the pain of skin peeling, so he couldn't help taking a "hissy" breath, and subconsciously reached for the wound with his right hand. Reaching for a carefully wrapped mass of muslin.
"Hey, don't move around."
A crisp voice came, and the vague figure squatting in front of the stove got up anxiously, and walked quickly towards the bed.
Xie Heng desperately opened his eyes, and his dim and blood-stained eyes finally regained focus. He saw clearly the simple stone house in front of him, and the pretty girl who bent down worriedly and raised her hand to his forehead.
The cool and tender little hand was pressed against the young man's forehead, Xie Heng's eyes suddenly blurred, and several small pictures flashed through his mind. In the picture, a slender and elegant figure was faintly glimpsed, his face was blurred, and only slightly tilted his head , revealing a delicate profile profile, and a pair of gilt-like peach blossom eyes.
But in the next moment, as if a dam had fallen, the memory fragments surging like a river suddenly stopped, turning into a cloud of dizzy snow stains, and quickly dispersed.
Xie Heng frowned slightly.
While he was wandering, the girl withdrew her hand with a blushing face, put the back of her hand on her forehead, and murmured: "It's not hot anymore, that's great, the fever is finally gone!"
Hearing the words "the fever subsides", Xie Heng's heart skipped a beat. He moved his fingertips tentatively. The sore and limp feeling of high fever for many days came into his mind belatedly this time - he was used to holding a sword in the past, and he could pick a thousand catties With a body that is so strong and unmoved, it is very difficult to even make fists with both hands.
After trying a few times, Xie Heng finally gave up. He raised his head with a wry smile, looked at the girl beside the bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for saving my life."
"Oh, it's okay." The girl smiled shyly, "I'm Xu Wan'er, just call me Wan'er, where is the elder brother from?"
"My surname is... Xie," Xie Heng's eyes darkened when he mentioned this word, and was quickly covered up by a smile, and he continued, "One name is Heng."
"Ah!" Xu Wan'er covered her mouth in surprise, Liu Yemei frowned slightly, and asked in doubt, "Brother, are you... Young Master Xie?"
Xie Heng's smile became more bitter: "Look at me, what kind of young master do I look like?"
Xu Wan'er was a little hesitant, clutching her cuffs uneasily with her fingertips: "But that mountain is clearly the residence of the Xie family. Brother, why... why did you fall into the water? And why did you get this injury?"
"It's too good to be hated."
The rustling of the rain, the flickering of the stove, swept the dancing light and shadow on the boy's pale cheeks due to blood loss.
Xie Heng's eyelids drooped slightly, a few strands of hair fell down to block his dark eyes, he paused for a moment, and softly laughed at himself: "Oh, is it my fault that mother gave birth to me so well?"
Xu Wan'er: "..."
This big brother picked up... seems to be different from what she imagined
…
On the other hand, after finally settling down in the Xie Mansion, Xie Ziyou finally found the kung fu and asked the system questions about the eighty years left in the previous world.
The system sighed endlessly, and sighed: "It's probably an entry bug in the headquarters, which is rare."
Xie Ziyou: "... So that's how it is."
He was a little happy to be able to stay with his lover for a hundred years in the last world, but when he thought of Guan Heng, Xie Ziyou's heart began to ache again.
The young man hurriedly changed the subject, pretending to complain: "Your company is too unreliable, you make mistakes every day, and your employees are not cheated to death by them."
"Youyou, don't pretend to be good when you get cheap." The system said helplessly.
"...Who is being so obedient? I'm telling the truth." Xie Ziyou's eyes narrowed slightly, "What was that before, old Goldfinger? 303? The whole world has passed, have you seen him?"
The system fell silent.
It couldn't understand this matter either.
"Just say you guys are unreliable." Xie Ziyou said firmly, "What if it wasn't me who was tricked, but someone else?"
"Well… "
The tone of System 011 is a bit subtle.
Xie Ziyou sensitively noticed a trace of unnaturalness, his heart moved slightly, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? You have also been tricked?"
"Youyou, you are my host." The system sighed, "Didn't you ask me where I have been during this time? Actually..."
In fact, System 011 has two options.
One is to wait for Xie Ziyou in the headquarters space.
This is a very convenient and fast method, because the flow of time in different time and space is different, and the headquarters stands outside all the torrents of time. There, it only needs to wait for 20 minutes, which is equivalent to Xie Ziyou spending 20 years in the small world.
But there's an annoying guy who pushes him to consider another option.
That is to go to another independent small world with the same flow of time, cover up the memory, and spend 20 years of life as a "person".
There's actually nothing wrong with this.
After the memory is blocked, the person is like a blank sheet of paper. He can enjoy the bustling world. After the holiday, he pats his butt and turns around to leave.
So System 011 agreed to his colleague's proposal, found a remote small world, and spent his life as a young son of a family who was destined to only have a lifespan of 20 years.
The lingering sickness, with no cure for the little prince, gave birth to a good-looking face like a crown jade, not inferior to Pan An, and was held in the palm of the whole family, so the modest son, as gentle as jade, looked back under the pear tree , Falling flowers are as colorful as rain, unexpectedly caught the nobleman's eyes. Even though the sweetheart's time is running out, that person is not willing to give up, put down his figure, and pursue hard.
System 011 is concerned about the approaching end of his life, and he does not want to bring suffering to others, so he refuses to agree no matter what.
But the young master, who was sentenced to 20 years of death reprieve by doctors, national teachers, unknown warlocks, hermits...all of them, did not die on the day of the coronation ceremony.
Xie Ziyou who was listening to the story: ... Damn it.
For some reason, hearing the faint tone of the system, he felt guilty for no reason.
"In short, that's it. A hundred years, um, what a pit." The system concluded.
Xie Ziyou couldn't bear it, and couldn't help asking: "What happened later? The young master is not dead, how did you react? Are they together?"
"... Youyou, don't ask these detailed questions."
"Ah? Come on, tell me, people have the right to discuss gossip freely, right?"
"... Youyou, the protagonist's hatred point has increased."
Xie Ziyou was finally distracted.
He called up the system panel, and saw the big characters in the main character's hate value: 108.
And just as he checked it, the number jumped to 110 in a flash.
Xie Ziyou was slightly taken aback, feeling a little relieved.
Seems to be a positive protagonist.
Not bad.
He came late, and missed the most violent wave of hatred when the protagonist was boned out, but the subsequent steady stream of hatred, although the number is not high, is stable and is gaining every day.
Satisfied and closed the system interface, Xie Ziyou looked up and saw a bone casually placed on the table.
What is the glazed sword bone? In Xie Ziyou's eyes, this bone is whiter, brighter, and more delicate. The two ends are slightly transparent. If you look carefully at the sun, you can vaguely see the sharp filaments like sword energy inside it... But to put it bluntly No, it's not even a bone.
According to the plot of the villain, he needs to cut open his chest, take out the corresponding spiritual bone, and stuff the heel bone into it.
But Xie Ziyou raised the tip of the knife and gestured twice, the bright knife reflected a pale face from nervousness, the sharp point lightly slashed across the white and warm chest, the chill was biting, no matter what, he couldn't touch it .
After several attempts, Xie Ziyou finally threw the knife away and collapsed on the bed.
"Don't do it!" he said angrily, "Dug it out, stuff it in, stuff it in, dig it out—is this a bone or a toilet stick?"
Will it hurt to death
How did he do this before
By the way, he is exchanging illusions in the system space, including the bone cutting by the protagonist in the future, which can be solved with large illusions.
But that illusion is priced at 666, which is not cheap.
Xie Ziyou currently does not have any.
"It's okay to swim," the system comforted softly, "Now there is a stable hatred value in the account, let's accumulate it slowly, and we will definitely be able to accumulate enough before the exit day."
Looks like it can
Xie Ziyou pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Just keep this bone well, return it to the protagonist on the final day, and then make illusions." The system added.
"En." Xie Ziyou responded, and casually threw the bone back to the table, allowing it to roll around a few times and hit the navy blue pine flower inkstone on the table.
The young man blinked slightly, and when he turned his head, a bright light shone in his beautiful peach eyes.
"System, then I'm free now, let's talk about... the story of the little prince?"
system:"… "
Tired!
…
On the edge of the county seat at the foot of the mountain, in a simple stone house, Xie Heng let out a "hiss" in pain, and raised his hand to cover his chest.
Just now a strange feeling enveloped his whole body, as if he was pinched by slender white fingers, he swung a few times, and then threw it lightly - the whole person hit the wooden platform and rolled down a few times, and hit a hard object again.
All bones are almost falling apart.
But the strangeness came quickly and went away even faster. In the next second, when the young man frowned and concentrated on feeling it, he could no longer feel the slightest strangeness. He could only hear the pattering rain outside the window.
The rain curtain is like a curtain, wet the willow green and pink.
Strange, is it an illusion
Just as she couldn't figure it out, Xu Wan'er walked quickly with a bowl of steaming porridge, and gradually slowed down after approaching the bed by three meters, two touches of blush appeared on her delicate cheeks.
She was wearing a very simple gray dress, with a few strands of hair under the corner of her forehead, a smear of fly ash stuck to her fair and tender face, but her pretty eyes were bright.
"Brother Xie, let's eat something." The girl whispered, "I added some red dates to the porridge."
"My father said that red dates can invigorate the vital energy, nourish blood and soothe the nerves. Drinking some when you lose blood is perfect."
Xie Heng looked at the red dates floating on the snow-white rice porridge, hesitated for a moment, then smiled gently, and took the porridge bowl.
"Thank you." He said softly.
"You're welcome!" Xu Wan'er wrung her hands awkwardly, "I... also want to drink."
The young girl's delicate face was rosy and sweet, and the hem of her apron was twisted into a ball, wrinkled in her palm, her eyes couldn't help but glance in other directions, and she didn't dare to look directly at Xie Heng.
The spring rain is pattering, the cool wind in early spring whizzes across the beams of the house, the swaying fire is reflected in the house, the warm yellow halo falls on the mottled stone wall, and the heat rising from the pot slowly rises, spreading a silent warmth.
A flash of light flashed faintly in the distance.
The muffled thunder followed, rumbling and shattering half of the sky.
As the thunder rumbled, suddenly, a young man's high-pitched voice sounded outside the door. He hammered on the door and shouted, "Wan'er! Xu Wan'er!"
"I've already convinced my dad!"
"He said, as long as you give me the exemption order of Xuanlingzong, he will buy Xu's knife field, and give you ten servants, and a suite in the center of the city - you don't have to suffer in such a crude place Already!"
The sound of hammering the door broke the original quiet atmosphere, and the cold water vapor blocked by a wooden door and two window lattices quietly infiltrated, accompanied by sawdust falling from the door, overflowing the cracks in the door.
Inside the room, Xie Heng raised his head thoughtfully.
Just saw the girl's complexion turn sharply, from a shy smile to an uncontrollable rage.
Xu Wan'er changed her delicate look, rolled up her cuffs angrily, and rushed to the door with a stride.
Five green fingers flicked hastily on the crumpled apron, and the latch was pulled open, and a resounding slap came when he raised his hand.
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound of whipping that even the thunder could not cover up.
The girl pinched her waist with one hand, and with the other hand, she pulled the long hair scattered in front of her forehead to her back. Her almond eyes glared angrily, with red rims, and a hazy water was faintly visible in them.
"Zhao Ruhao, give up your heart!"
With a stubborn cry, Xu Wan'er yelled loudly under the bewildered eyes of the young man outside the door.
"Even if my father dies, I can support the knife field myself!"
"Want to take my Xu family's martial arts field - tell your father, he, dreamed, dreamed!"