Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Chapter 38 The villain wants to divorce 38

Xie Ziyou was able to stop, and the scene of almost leaping on Wu Cong gave him a sense of stubbornness like eating flies. He held the door frame with one hand, his beautiful peach blossom eyes instantly slid down, and he retreated half a step sorrowfully.

He said bluntly: “What are you doing here?”

“Wu Cong” did not answer, his eyes were straight to Xie Ziyou, and his strange gaze rolled around the young man unscrupulously, lingering for a long time on the faint ice blue essence of his side, his eyes gradually darkened.

The youth licked the corners of his mouth covetously, showing a faint smile.

He said: “Don’t be afraid, I’m just here to get back what belongs to me.”

-Like a farmer holding a butcher knife, condescending, looking down at the pigs that have been raised in the pen for a year, full of fat, showing a gratified and hideous smile.

The smile made Xie Ziyou’s scalp numb, and goose bumps suddenly formed on his arm.

Only then did he discover that the young man’s back was slightly humped, his eyes were slightly muddy, and his body was full of unspeakable incompatibility. He spoke harshly, mixed with heavy breathing, like a dumb who hadn’t spoken for many years, unable to do so for a while. Take control of your tongue.

The bad feeling lingers in Xie Ziyou’s heart.

He took a half step back in a panic, just about to jump away—

“Wu Cong” moved faster, swift as lightning, and Xie Ziyou had a flower in front of his eyes. He only caught half of the afterimage, and the man stood in front of him in an instant!

The cheeks were almost touching, and the greedy eyes of “Wu Cong” appeared in front of him. Xie Ziyou suddenly suffered from a pain in his wrist. He hurriedly lowered his head and glanced and saw that there were three thin, slender, sharp ends on his wrist. finger.

Like a falcon.

“Let go-what are you doing!”

Xie Ziyou was shocked, and the dark blue profound energy shook in the wind, and instantly turned into a slender whip like a willow. With a powerful force, he drew his head and face at the young man!

There are hundreds of ice ridges suddenly appearing in the wind, and they are arranged behind Xie Ziyou. The moment they appear, they quickly turn halfway around. The transparent and sharp points are all pointed at “Wu Cong”, and the faces are full of sharp points. The wall of thorns.

Only after the master gives an order, it can shoot out quickly, sifting the enemy into a sieve.

The cold current suddenly came, and the bright sunlight poured down, but the front of the small courtyard suddenly fell into the middle of winter, the temperature dropped suddenly, almost dripping into ice.

But the mighty icy ridge wall lasted only a few seconds.

A sharp pain suddenly exploded in Xie Ziyou’s heart. It seemed that something fiercely tore the heart valve, and it walked along the blood vessel like a leech, and instantly climbed up to the Xuan Dan in the dantian, grinning and biting fiercely. Above the ice blue profound pill!

It was as if a hole was torn under a leather bag, and a huge amount of profound energy leaked instantly, and it was swallowed directly into the abdomen by being wrapped in ashes.

With nourishment, the gray color became more and more intense, like a layer of thin paper quietly spreading out, wrapping the Xuan Dan layer by layer, pulling out the thin vines thick like branches, and rushing towards the boy’s wrist.

The crystal clear, like a thousand ren’s ice, the profound pill gradually dimmed, and the light dissipated. Xie Ziyou felt the rapid flow of strength throughout his body in horror, and the sense of profound energy was cut off. A few seconds later, his Dantian was empty!

Before the azure long whip hit the “Wu Cong” face, it was already unable to hang down.

The ice ridges in the air lost the support of profound energy, and fell one after another, falling into pieces of ice ballast on the stone steps, which were shrouded in the slight sunshine, and quickly melted into soft water stains.

Damn it!

This person could not be Wu Cong!

Xie Ziyou is full of grief and indignation-the girl who has retired is not enough to support a little parental fantasy. In this story, there must be a more evil villain behind the scenes.

It was not that he had not considered this matter, but the joy of love crushed everything for a while, and in Xie Ziyou’s inertial impression, the villain behind the scenes would not appear at such an early time.

Guan Heng is only Tier 5, how can the plot arrange him so strong that he can’t even hold up a villain who meets him?

No, thinking about it like this might have something to do with him ending the villain’s mission early. The inertia of the world disrupted the subsequent plot and greatly accelerated the pace for logical consistency.

Xie Zi traveled and clenched his teeth.

The suddenly limp body was like a rootless ping, swaying and falling to the ground. The young man tried his best to overcome the sleepiness that came from the mountains and the tsunami, strengthened his consciousness, and tried to struggle—

He subconsciously shouted in his mind: “System!”

But the call fell to the ground.

Xie Ziyou suddenly realized that System 011 had left temporarily, the system space was closed, and he was already penniless, unable to exchange even the cheapest system creations.

The sky is spinning around, and the dizziness is overwhelming, crushing the bones of the limbs.

Suddenly losing his cultivation base, unable to support it with profound strength, as if he fell from the immortal body into a mortal womb in an instant, the simple flesh and blood structure, but now it is like a negative force.

Xie Ziyou fell to the ground helplessly and desperately opened his eyes, but his vision was still blurred, the lines of heaven and earth quietly fainted, turning into a mass of ink paintings soaked in water.

Before falling into a coma, he heard a sigh of relief and a greedy, slurred murmur.

“It smells really good.”

…

The cold-looking “girl” collapsed softly to the ground. The white skirt lost its protection from her profound strength and was gradually contaminated with floating dust. The melted ice crystals penetrated a piece of brocade clothes and long sleeves, turning into a nearly transparent texture, tightly wrapped in the slender and thin. On the forearm, you can almost feel the delicate and soft skin under the thin sleeves.

The ice spirit flower on the forehead lost its profound strength, and at the same time withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The crystal-clear petals quickly wilted, curled up into small soft and helpless clusters, and drifted down with the wind.

Long black hair like sandalwood was messy and scattered, spreading like silk and satin, covered with a layer of pale gold under the sun, shimmering like a stream.

The young man standing on the side was covered with black air and dense fog. Blurred his face, only a wicked low smile came out from the black air.

A faint shadow appeared quietly behind him—it was a huge molan, with slender leaves stretched out, covering the sky, and slender branches and rhizomes protruding between the leaves, and the rhizomes leaned down to the ground, winding like a black snake. While snaking and dancing, the branches are tall and protruding into the blue sky.

The branches slowly congealed with huge bones, thick gray, and weird patterns like a human face faintly appeared on the calyx, like an evil child laughing.

“What a pure power…”

“Yes, yes. I scored another point in my control of Devouring.”

The youth laughed in a hoarse voice, and the laughter gradually rose.

At the same time, the phantom behind him became more and more condensed, and the rhizome changed from lying on the ground to an uplifting posture, like a snake’s head high, hissing and spitting out the core, ready to go.

Suddenly, there was the sound of messy footsteps on the street corner.

Fairy Xie, the original owner, is happy to be quiet, and the courtyard site is relatively remote, but the core area of ​​the Central Academy must be where the profound energy is strong.

Some passing students discovered the abnormality here and reported it to the Fatang. When the youth closed their eyes and realized it, the well-trained law enforcement officers had already received the news. At this time, they were rushing into the crown and rushing in groups.

People came first before they arrived, and there was a thunderous roar in the air.

“Who is sneaky, dare to hurt people at the Central Academy!”

The person who is responsible for maintaining the order of the academy is naturally a master of masters. His profound strength is sharp, turning into arrows, glowing with sharp edges, and breaking through the air!

“Wu Cong” slowly raised his head.

The handsome face of the young man was already distorted, and his dark pupils were as dark as an abyss, and the black air was lingering. He looked at the incoming person, showing a greedy and evil smile, his tongue stuck out, and he slowly licked his bright red lips.

A phantom flashed behind him!

Dozens of rhizomes cut through the void like lightning, aiming precisely at everyone in front of them, wrapping them around their necks with lightning speed, the sharp ends of which were glowing with cold light, and quickly cut a **** mouth on the back of the neck.

The gray line, which had been hidden for many years, was stimulated and suddenly awakened.

Grey air spread on everyone’s cheeks, and the law enforcement team fell from mid-air like dumplings, and fell heavily to the ground with a scream.

If the profound strength is substantial, it will be sucked out along the large stocks of ink-colored stems and leaves, and thrown into the huge phantom behind the youth.

The phantom became more and more solid at the speed visible to the naked eye, the swaying rhizomes were in substance, the long branches that were picked up were quietly blooming, the large petals of butterfly wings fluttered in the wind, and the roots were thick and black like ink, gradually moving towards the tip Excessive is a bleak grayish white.

There are pale blanks on the black petals, a few fuzzy arcs, piece together a strange face pattern, and a silent smile.

With the mature phalaenopsis behind the hillside, it is like an evacuation.

After all the petals were unfolded, a dense stamen appeared in the center of the phantom, and the slender core trembled like a squirming mouthpart, struggling to inhale and spit out—

Large patches of light gray fine dots are sprayed out.

The powder particles are as small as dust, and large pieces of particles gather together to hold up the breeze and turn into a cloud of smoke and dust, and toward the intersection ahead, a large number of stunned students spread rapidly.

It only took a moment for the ghost butterfly orchids to bloom, and the students who were holding and watching the “Fatang Catch People” drama had no time to react. They were blown face-to-face by the dust, and immediately covered their faces and screamed and fell to the ground.

The thin gray lines emerged from the countless crowds, and gently brushed their horrified and helpless cheeks, converging into a winding stream, converging towards the youth at the end of the path.

…It turned into a larger ash smoke, spreading far away.

Clouds covered the sky, and the Central Academy was wailing for an instant, but soon the wailing also dissipated, turning into death-like tranquility.

The students who had suddenly lost their profound strength and were completely unable to adapt to the physical state of ordinary people collapsed to the ground. It was extremely difficult to even move their fingers. The flexible limbs in the past seemed to be filled with lead, and they were not allowed to mobilize any nerve.

However, in the dead silence, a weak and unbelievable exclamation suddenly came out.

Wu Zhengying collapsed to the ground, staring blankly towards the end of the ashes, the instigator of everything: “Cong, Brother Cong?”

The silhouette of the young man’s figure, especially his back, has long been deeply imprinted on the young man’s heart, and even though it is covered by black smoke, it cannot hide the slightest.

…

At the back of the mountain, walking on the green grass, Guan Heng hugged a plump pale golden carp, raised his head and looked at the dark clouds shrouded not far away, his brows gradually raised, his expression serious.

The fish was also agile. With a flick of its wet long tail, it snapped on Guan Heng’s cheek in a daze, and his fat but comfortable body jumped into the air with the help of it, and jumped back into the water.

With a “plop”, the heavy object fell into the water and splashed the boy all over his body.

Guan Heng wiped his face vigorously and wiped off the drops of water—but he didn’t care about the escaped fish.

In that direction, just below the clouds of smoke…

It’s a courtyard for you to visit!