Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Chapter 35 The villain wants to divorce 35

Guan Heng opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a section of red ear roots. The small and exquisite earlobes were originally a delicate color like white jade, but at this moment, there was a beautiful blush from the depths, as if the colored clouds were submerged in the enamel and fired. The most exquisite and precious treasure in the world.

The scenes from last night quickly came to mind.

Guan Heng watched the tortoise shrink to the side, pretending to be lethargic Xie Ziyou, the corners of his mouth could not help but slowly rise.

Not only did he not loosen the hand that held Xie Ziyou’s waist, he also tightened quietly, leaning over Xie Ziyou’s red ear, and lowered his voice: “Youyou, you were so enthusiastic last night.”

The boy had just awakened, and his voice was filled with unseen lazy magnetism, accompanied by a breath of heat into Xie Ziyou’s ears.

Xie Ziyou’s entire nape was numb and itchy. He pressed his mouth tightly and quietly spit on Guan Heng in his heart.

It’s not ashamed.

Can you tell this kind of nonsense with your eyes open?

Seeing that Xie Ziyou didn’t respond, Guan Heng thought for a moment, then leaned over and said: “Youyou, slept in the same bed, I am yours.”

“You have to be responsible to me.”

Shameless!

Xie Zi couldn’t play anymore.

He shook off the bedding, turned over and sat up, staring at Yanli’s reddish peachy eyes, and said angrily: “We obviously didn’t do anything!”

Guan Heng looked innocent: “But we slept…”

“It doesn’t count as pure chat with a quilt!”

“How can it not count?” Guan Heng grieved, “Obviously slept in a bed, it is a serious couple…”

Xie Ziyou choked silently.

Who taught this to the protagonist? Is he that romantic father?

“Do you think that men and women can have children if they cover the same quilt and sleep in the same bed?”

Guan Heng smirked in his heart.

But he deliberately made a look of surprise, and said blankly: “Isn’t it?”

“Of course not!” Xie Ziyou was anxious, his eyebrows were flying like flames, and he narrated to Guan Heng with his fingers, “A serious couple must do more intimate things, the sublimation of the soul and the flesh, the blending of water and milk…”

Halfway through the conversation, Xie Zi wandered and got stuck.

With hindsight, he finally rushed to the slightest ill-fated.

Bo Hong followed the boy’s blood-red ears and covered her cheeks, and then quietly spread down her neck, pulling away the messy neckline, from the half-curved clavicle all the way down, into the delicate body wrapped loosely in brocade clothes.

Xie Ziyou was so embarrassed and angry that he wanted to find a place to sew in.

What is he talking to the protagonist!

On the other side, Guan Heng tried his best to endure a smile, still squeezing out a dazed expression, and blinking innocently: “What then? What is the sublimation of the soul and the flesh?”

“Just…” Xie Ziyou stammered, clutching his hot cheeks, “It’s…Oh, why did you ask so much? Anyway, we didn’t count it last night!”

“Oh, that’s it.” Guan Heng lowered his eyelashes, looking a bit disappointed.

But then he raised his head again and curiously said: “Youyou, you know a lot.”

“Teach me, okay?”

Xie Ziyou: “…”

It’s not his fault!

All are the pot of information explosion Internet!

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was getting more and more weird, and the air seemed to be filled with pink aura, Xie Ziyou could hardly face Guan Heng’s clear eyes. He bit his lower lip and stood up sharply.

“Teach me a fart.” Xie Ziyou turned his head, “It’s getting late, You Qin will come over in a while-you get up quickly.”

“Don’t worry.”

Guan Heng sat on the ground, grabbed Xie Ziyou’s wide sleeves, and shook it gently.

As the sleeves of the brocade-white shirt swayed, the corners of the sleeves were shining with silvery cloud patterns, revealing a slender, white wrist. The morning sun fell between the fingers of the young man, reflecting the delicate fingertips almost transparently.

Xie Ziyou tightly grasped the placket of the upper arm, trying to pull the sleeves out of Guan Heng’s palm.

He was so embarrassed, his eyes were full of early morning light, his head was swayed by the warm breath of the room, his hands accidentally used a lot of force, only the light blue profound energy flashed in the air, Liuyun Jinyi let out a harsh sound ” Sizzle”—

The sleeves were ripped apart in the middle and torn into two pieces.

Xie Ziyou: “…”

Guan Heng: “…”

The moment the sleeves were torn, the young man’s heart trembled.

But the next moment, he was dazzled by the half-smooth forearm in front of him.

Xie Ziyou has been pampered all year round. His forearms are as white and delicate as ice and snow, with beautiful lines. The enamel-like skin is faintly flowing with light cyan blood. The blood vessels are like green branches spreading on ice and snow. Under the morning light, they are proudly intertwined, showing an unparalleled sense of existence.

Guan Heng squeezed half of the brocade sleeves in his hands, and the smooth and soft touch of silk condensed on his fingertips.

A ghostly messenger, he held the delicate hand in front of him, and quietly dropped a kiss on the back of his white hand.

The feeling of scorching fire came again, spreading his forearm along the back of his hand, Xie Ziyou bit his lower lip tightly, resisting the urge to kick Guan Heng away.

But before he could say anything, the door suddenly slammed open.

“hiss-”

Accompanied by a clearly visible gasp sound, a white shadow suddenly broke into the house, and a palm flew towards Guan Heng fan!

The biting sword aura suddenly appeared, and a clearly visible white line was drawn in mid-air, shooting through the air!

The maid who broke in had a sharp voice and shouted in disbelief—

“What are you doing to my lady!!”

…

The morning light is faint, and the mist is thick.

The slender bamboo that slept for a night was awakened by the breeze, shaking off the cold dew, the slender leaves fluttered and trembling, the air was full of fresh fragrance of plants and trees, and the light blue sky was clear as water, like a pure ink painting.

“boom!”

In a corner with a beautiful view of the Central Academy, the closed courtyard opened quickly, and the black-haired boy was kicked out.

Before landing, Guan Heng’s long body turned abruptly, light as a swallow, and landed steadily.

Looking back at the door of the small courtyard that was suddenly blocked, Guan Heng shook his head, and couldn’t help showing a wry smile.

He stretched out his hand and pointed his slender finger in the air.

A layer of translucent film was immediately revealed in the air, and there was a faint flow of electricity and light, full of warnings.

That is Xie Ziyou’s formation method in the courtyard, only recognizes the aura reserved in the core formation, if the owner disagrees, others can’t pass through at will.

But Guan Heng is no one else.

After all, aura, to put it bluntly, is also a type of profound strength, which is based on the basic attributes of profound strength and undergoes more detailed differentiation.

The breath of chaos is equivalent to “nothing”, in other words, it can be transformed into any kind of breath in the world-this is also Guan Heng can leave the breath of “walking” in the circle of his courtyard without worrying about being unable to. Because of entering the house.

Guan Heng closed his eyes slightly, focusing on his fingertips.

The morning light fell on the young boy’s slightly messy hair, swept across the boy’s sharp facial features, creating a pale golden halo.

Sweat beads dripped down Guan Heng’s forehead, rolling into his arms along the slightly open collar, where the water marks passed, leaving a gleam of light on the healthy wheat-colored skin.

In mid-air, the current flow in the formation gradually slowed down, and the arcs that lit up from time to time braved “Zila” sparks, hesitatingly spinning around Guan Heng, not daring to confirm their identity.

The formation was running chaotically, with a clearly visible crack in the center.

The crack gradually expanded and gradually turned into a crack that could allow one person to pass through.

…

In the courtyard, Xie Ziyou rubbed his fingertips in distress, trying to explain to You Qin.

But You Qin’s uncooperative attitude pulled Xie Ziyou bitterly and said: “Miss, he is not suitable for you!”

Xie Ziyou frowned slightly: “It’s not appropriate, you have the final say, or I have the final say?”

For a moment, You Qin was speechless, her pretty eyebrows and eyes were stained with a trace of melancholy, as she looked at Xie Ziyou helplessly and helplessly, her eyes faintly flustered.

She opened her mouth, just about to say something, but was interrupted by Xie Ziyou.

“Similar things, don’t say anything in the future.”

Xie Ziyou found that it is easier to give orders. Isn’t it just that the relationship is broken, and it’s not a ugly thing. What’s the shame?

Why does he want some explanation, thankless?

The young man gathered his collar, brushed his scattered long hair behind him, patted Youqin on the shoulder, and smiled at the bewildered maid.

“Regardless of his suitability, I just believe him anyway-don’t you want to congratulate me?”

Various thoughts filled Youqin Mingche’s eyes, and the maid squeezed the skirt subconsciously, but she couldn’t hold herself back, so she could only bow slightly and whispered, “…Congratulations, Miss.”

Although it is forcing others to congratulate themselves, Xie Ziyou is still very happy when he hears a blessing for someone who has just fallen in love.

He sent You Qin casually, and Xie Ziyou hurried to the outside of the courtyard to get Guan Heng back.

But as soon as he took two steps, he heard a brisk call from behind him.

“Youyou!”

Xie Ziyou turned his head in amazement, and saw Guan Heng sitting on the black tiles of the Zhu wall, his slender legs dangling in the air, his eyes narrowed, and his smile was cheerful and open.

“How did you get in?”

Xie Ziyou was surprised, her eyes widened slightly.

“Simulate your breath.”

Guan Heng blinked, raised his index finger, and a small cyclone appeared on his fingertips.

It was dim gray at first, but as the cyclone rapidly rotated, the blue sky and white clouds behind him seemed to be involved in it, and the gray edge gradually turned white, finally transitioning to a clear ice blue like a sky.

The breeze is gentle, blowing the hem of the boy’s ink-colored short robe, revealing the inner moon white blouse, and the narrow and tight cuffs are tightly wrapped around the forearm. It is simple and capable, like an ink swallow on a wall of red, light and agile. , There is a faint blue ice and snow in the beak.

Xie Ziyou was deeply confused.

Does “Heaven Devouring” still have this effect?

Even he didn’t know this.

Xie Ziyou couldn’t help asking: “How did you find that profound strength can still be used in this way?”

The whirlwind of Guan Heng’s fingertips suddenly stopped, and the boy blinked, his expression suddenly becoming complicated and subtle.

Xie Ziyou had a weird premonition in his heart: “Couldn’t…you wanted to break into my house a long time ago, right?”

“Uh… isn’t it, it’s not time to use it…”

Guan Heng’s voice became lower and lower, and gradually disappeared silently.

He looked at the center of the courtyard, and Xie Ziyou, whose face was gradually gloomy, was a rare vacancy.

“Look, there is no loss, right?”

The young man hurriedly remedied it, racking his brains to think, and subconsciously said: “If I hadn’t practiced this technique, I would not be able to stand here now, nor would I hear the confession of “you recognize me”…”

“Who confessed!”

The scorching red sun leaped up to the hillside, the golden sunlight filled the branches, the green bamboos slanted horizontally, and there were koi leaping up in the pond not far away, and the golden red tails shook off the bright splashes.

Xie Ziyou blushed with anger when his mind was suddenly pierced.

As long as the protagonist can use the cleverness of these corners to become stronger, he will not be so difficult before!