Whether to hug or not, Xie Heng doesn't know, but there is something wrong with his body and perception, that's for sure.
That day, after the sudden bone erosion pain, there was an indescribable warmth spreading all over his body. Even though he was in the cold and long night and it was raining continuously, Xie Heng still felt as if the warm sun was shining orange on his head. The brilliance and warmth enveloped him, and he could vaguely hear the rhythmic pulse of the blood in his ears, and raised his hand to touch the void, as if touching the finest brocade.
Delicate, soft and elastic, a shallow dimple can be poked with a finger.
The faint fruity fragrance lingers on the nose, as if the warm nephrite is in the bosom, which makes people unable to help but feel distracted.
Whenever Xie Heng relaxes, this strange feeling lingers; but when Xie Heng holds his breath, trying to feel it carefully and find out, it disappears in the air like the wind blowing over a branch. without a trace.
Xie Heng couldn't understand it.
After several days of experimentation and thinking, at an inadvertent moment, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: This is probably the legendary post-traumatic stress disorder
Uh... strange.
Xie Heng twisted the handle of the ax in distress, thinking that not only was there a problem with his perception, but his brain was also in danger. What kind of "post-traumatic stress disorder" is a strange and unfamiliar term. Where did he hear it
Why don't you have the slightest impression
While wandering in the sky, he easily raised the axe, holding a sword flower in his hand, the sharp tip of the axe drew a graceful arc in the air, Xie Heng's wrist kept shaking, and the heavy axe made him use the thin and light sword It felt like a few consecutive strikes, the sword energy exploded, and the wooden block in front of him shattered, breaking into countless fine slags.
Xie Heng: ... Oh no!
Before he could pick up the sawdust all over the floor, the wooden door swung open with a creak, revealing half of Xu Wan'er's dusty little face.
"Brother Xie," she called, "Have the firewood been split? The meal is ready!"
"Wait!" Xie Heng shouted.
He hurriedly swung the sawdust to the ground, picked up another log from his feet, firmly pressed it on the pile with his left hand, and gestured a few times with the ax in his right hand, but he still felt awkward.
Chopping firewood should be similar to holding a knife, right
Thinking about it this way, for some reason, the boy's thoughts suddenly became clear.
Xie Heng used to focus on the way of the sword and never paid attention to other weapons, but now he fantasizes about holding a knife in his hand, his blunt five fingers are quietly clenched, and suddenly a trembling familiarity and joy surges from his soul.
"Shua Shua!"
A few streaks of white light flashed across, and straight cracks burst open on the log, which still converged into the original state, but Xie Heng raised his hand, and after a light touch, it immediately scattered into a piece of wood of equal thickness and length.
The broken wood rolled down from the stake, rolled a few times on the muddy ground, and stagnated quietly.
Xie Heng lowered his head in a daze, looking at the fine lines on his palm, feeling astonished.
Could it be that in addition to his talent in swordsmanship, he also has extraordinary aptitude in swordsmanship
…
Xie Ziyou doesn't know how the protagonist is confused, and he can't even spare much energy to pay attention to the increase in points-Xie's family hopes that his son Jackie Chan's education model is simply the difficulty of purgatory, and it makes him miserable every day.
Regardless of swordsmanship or body skills, he still needs to drink a large bowl of black concoction every day. Every day, that cheap mother-in-law Wang Yun comes to see him drink it all.
Even in front of her own son, the woman still wears makeup and powder, wears red and green, her fingernails and thin lips are as red as blood, and there is a greasy fragrance as she walks. Although her smile is sweet, Xie Ziyou's heart is hairy.
Xie Ziyou even asked the system to check the ingredients of the black medicine.
It turns out that it is indeed a tonic, boiled from various high-quality elixir, and each bowl can help Xie Ziyou remove impurities in his body, make his muscles and bones clear, and his aura harmonious, greatly speeding up his cultivation.
Xie Ziyou rubbed the inspection report, pinched a clear circle with his round fingertips on the edge of the paper, and murmured suspiciously: "Why don't I believe it so much..."
He always felt that Wang Yun didn't really care about him. In her eyes, his son might just be a more useful tool that could help her hold on to her husband's heart and protect her in her old age.
That's all, Xie Ziyou has a headache.
He is here to play the villain, not to seek maternal love, and to seek true love in the fantasy land where the strong are respected, isn't that a show
Guan Heng is the most special protagonist Xie Ziyou has ever seen. Such an encounter... There is no need to expect extravagance, and it is impossible to have a second time.
Thinking of Guan Heng, Xie Ziyou couldn't help feeling sad. He shook his head, tried his best to suppress his painful thoughts, got up and opened the window, letting the bright sunshine shine on his body.
The breeze was gentle, gently stroking the young man's fair cheeks, brushing away the melancholy in his eyes.
There was a sudden noise not far from the door.
In the distance, Xie Ziyou vaguely heard someone scolding, and shouted: "She can't run far, chase after her!"
Xie Ziyou's curiosity was aroused, he pulled the system and asked, "What's going on over there?"
The little bee fluttered its wings and buzzed, drilled out of the window, and flew towards the noisy place. Soon, the system returned and told Xie Ziyou: "They are hunting down the protagonist's former maid, saying that she stole things from the master's house."
The word "protagonist" is like a key word, Xie Ziyou urged with an expression of being @, "What did she steal?"
"The only relic left by the protagonist's mother, a jade pendant."
"Oh?" Xie Ziyou's eyes lit up, "Can she escape?"
The system said, "That's enough."
"Xie's house is heavily guarded, and there are police posts for several miles outside the mansion. It is not easy for her to escape from the mansion, but she wants to escape from this mountain again... It is almost a dream."
Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.
The white fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the window lattice, making a light and muffled sound. The vermilion wooden window lattice was slightly cool, soaked in the moisture from the whole night, silently covering the young man's round fingertips.
After a long silence, Xie Ziyou asked softly, "What will happen if she is caught?"
"Immersed in a pig cage? Or quartered by five horses, you will die a miserable death. After all, you have to kill chickens and monkeys."
Xie Ziyou's exquisite long eyebrows frowned.
"... Youyou, do you want to save her?"
The system danced lightly in the sun, hovering in front of Xie Ziyou, Xie Ziyou breathed slightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his small nose. It looked at the clear and moist eyes of the young man, and through the beautiful amber color, found the secret hidden in his eyes. A trace of impatience and hesitation.
"It's okay to save, anyway, the protagonist doesn't know."
The little bee drew a clear arc, its almost transparent thin wings reflected fluorescent light, and its back was dyed with light gold patterns. After buzzing for a while, it floated lightly on the boy's smooth black hair.
"Even if she escaped, she didn't meet the protagonist so quickly. Regardless of whether she can be saved now, by the time the protagonist finds out about her maid, we've probably completed the mission and left."
"Youyou, do it according to your heart, I know that it is extremely difficult to do the villain's task."
Many people, many good people at the beginning, destroyed themselves in the day-to-day villain missions, and finally became what they even despise... The system has seen such tragedies.
It doesn't want Xie Ziyou to become like that.
The slower the slower, the worse the performance, the worse. System 011 thought that it wanted his host to complete the task happily, and when he returned with enough points in the end, he could still retain a youthful heart even after going through thousands of sails.
"for you."
The bee fluttered its wings, and a black suit appeared out of thin air, landing beside Xie Ziyou. Fluttering the clothes and flying the sleeves, neat and restrained, like a thick and insoluble ink.
Also dropped was a white fox mask with a narrow snout, reddish lines on the cheeks, and a flame-like pattern on the forehead, which was fierce and flamboyant.
Xie Ziyou was dumbfounded: "Why do you... still keep this thing?"
This is the attire he used to hide his identity when he was doing the mission for the first time. At that time, as a complete rookie, Xie Ziyou could only buy ordinary clothes and masks in Wish World without credits. Later, with points and system exchange space, Xie Ziyou never thought about this thing again—high street goods, worthless, he thought he had already thrown them away.
I didn't expect the system to be closed.
This guy, wouldn't it be safe to think at that time that he would be reduced to the point of poverty in the future, right
…
Xie Heng's condition is very bad.
Just after chopping firewood, an inexplicable feeling of palpitation hit him suddenly. The world was dim and the light was dim for a moment. The young man reached out his hand in a daze, and fumbled a few times in mid-air with his five fingers, finally touching a hard and rough place.
Should be a stone wall.
In the next second, he completely lost his light, and all the noise was evacuated at the speed of light, and even his breathing became sluggish and weak. Xu Wan'er's screams in a trance were drawn long and thin, and the tail gradually dissipated, making it hard to hear clearly.
What exactly happened here
Xie Heng thought sadly, did I faint
No, how could he become conscious after fainting? Could it be... Sudden, dead, right
But when the young man was in a hurry, voices gradually came from his ears.
It's the sound of fighting, the sound of swords that Xie Heng is most familiar with, the collision of metal and stone, the clash of weapons, countless mysterious spells exploded beside him, arousing strong winds and whistling, the impact force is as surging as the ocean, continuous waves, violent beatings one after another in his body.
The sound of the sword is fierce, as sharp as a sharp arrow, even if it is mixed with the sound of fighting, it is still refined, unrestrained and light, like passing through the turbulent flowers, the clothes are flying, and the expression is leisurely, but it is not contaminated by the swordsman .
Good swordsmanship, Xie Heng thought to himself.
The world he lives in seems to be synchronized with the person holding the sword. With Xie Heng's hearing and insight, he can clearly recognize the agile and quick footwork of the swordsman, which matches the swordsmanship and hides in the realm of Taoism.
When the fight was intense, sharp flashes of light flashed around the young man from time to time. With the help of that instant light, Xie Heng accurately captured a bright and cold light.
The body is rustling, and the sword is cold.
The hand holding the sword is slender and fair, like a man, and should be about the same age as Xie Heng.
Xie Heng tried his best to open his eyes wide, but the light around him was too poor, and he could only see his sleeves flying, the grass and leaves flying where the long sword touched, and the besiegers fell down like mowing grass.
Even though it was not as good as Xie Heng's level at his peak, it was not far behind.
Xie Heng looked at Pianfei Jianguang, his eyes became dazed, and he almost forgot his situation. His talent and aptitude are far beyond ordinary people, and his foresight is extremely high. In addition, Xie Heng's attitude towards him is very indifferent. Xie Heng has not had many friends since he was a child, let alone a confidant.
Seeing it now, Xie Heng felt a little excited in his heart, but hated the gloomy surroundings and couldn't speak out.
Who is this man