Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Chapter 81 The villain wants to eat braised pork ri

Who is Guan Heng? This is a proposition.

Xie Ziyou hummed and didn’t want to answer. He was so dazzled by passion/desire that he couldn’t think of any subtle answers for a while.

But the more Xie Ziyou didn’t answer, the more resentful Xie Heng was. He held Xie Ziyou’s wrists and ankles, guiding Xuan Liu to wash the acupuncture points back and forth, and asked: “Who is it?”

Xie Ziyou was pinched by him and couldn’t get rid of it. While groaning/groaning intermittently, he screamed in his heart, thinking that Xie Heng is over, this time you are really over.

There was a fine sweat on his forehead, and he rolled down his temples along with the crystal clear physiological tears, his peach blossom eyes were stained with lust/desire, he looked forward to his posture, and his long hair was wet with sweat, condensed into strands, clinging to the halo On red skin, black and white intersect, and the bright color is very shocking.

In the end, I was really tossed by Xie Heng and couldn’t stand it. Xie Ziyou had to sob and barely squeeze out a few words: “…It’s you, yours, and the previous life.”

Xie Heng didn’t believe it.

“Really, really!” Xie Ziyou was struggling slightly in the Jinbei, panting, “you from the previous life… how did you come? I dreamed it, okay?”

“Little liar.”

Xie Heng grinds his teeth secretly, his dark black pupils are dull and unclear, and he hums softly: “Don’t tell the truth? Then you can tell me, what was I like in my previous life?”

“… Yushu is in the breeze, so energetic?”

Xie Heng’s complexion darkened, and immediately a mysterious current swept through Xie Ziyou’s body, focusing on several acupuncture points.

Xie Ziyou shuddered by him, and hurriedly added: “It’s strange, you were so ugly in your previous life, no one wants to take care of it at all!”

Xie Heng still had an unhappy expression, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

He was silent for a moment, and then asked: “…What about the character?”

“Gray-headed, sinister and cunning, I can tolerate you in the whole world… Oh fuck, be lighter!” Xie Ziyou gasped, his back stretched beautifully, and changed his mouth, “I was wrong, you from the previous life. Optimistic and cheerful, humorous and funny, everyone loves flowers to blossom…”

The voice was not finished yet, and was interrupted again by a slender low chime.

Xie Ziyou slumped on the silk, staring blankly at the roof beams, his body trembling uncontrollably. A faint morning dawn emerged from the sky, passed over the window, and fell into his languid peach blossom eyes.

——What the **** is it, this doesn’t work, that doesn’t work either.

What the **** Xie Heng is going to do?

…

Wumiao Peak is one of the highest peaks in Xuan Lingzong, and it has always been the first to see the morning light.

It was the most beautiful scenery of the day, and the fog rolled and wandered above the thousand-year-old pine, like a phantom curtain covering the fairyland.

Then there was a hot orange red in the sky, and the sky suddenly appeared, and a round of red sun broke through the dense fog blockade, scorching burning across the sky, spreading shining brilliance, and setting the Dai-color mountain top with a layer of dazzling gold.

Not far from the courtyard of the two of Xie Heng, on the side of the cliff, there is also a small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, the same young girl who stayed up all night rubbed the corners of her dark eyes, stood up in the morning light, raised her hands tiredly, and stretched out a big lazy waist.

She breathed in the fresh air, and while her lazy waist swept away the slumping momentum from her body, she also took away other things.

Worry, or melancholy, in short, is something that has tossed the girl for a long time and kept her awake at night.

“Squeak–”

The door opened quietly, and Cheng Shengbai walked in slowly.

His temples were slightly stained with white frost, as if he had practiced the sword all night under the moonlight, his face was pale at this moment, and his breath became more and more condensed.

Xu Wan’er bent her eyebrows and smiled and said, “Uncle!”

She no longer feels scared or unfamiliar.

After a few days of getting along, Xu Wan’er has figured out Cheng Shengbai’s temperament which is cold outside and hot inside.

For example, at this moment, Cheng Shengbai’s face is cold, but when he sees her, his long eyebrows are clearly curved.

It’s a little bit, it’s not easy to notice.

Cheng Shengbai stepped into the hut and took off his coat. Yu Guang swept across Xu Waner’s face and said blankly: “Are you in a good mood?”

“It’s okay.”

The corners of Xu Wan’er’s lips raised slightly, with a slight emotion, and then sighed a little helplessly.

She raised her head, looked at the red sun in the sky, and whispered softly: “Last night, I finally figured out one thing.”

——Before in the secret realm, she was unprepared and suddenly fell into a big dream.

When I woke up from the dream, my face burst into tears and the clothes were wet.

Zhao Ruhao likes her, she knows.

The two grew up together, so why didn’t she have the same feelings for Zhao Ruhao?

But because of this, she knew better than anyone that Zhao Ruhao…like a child who was not growing up.

In the dream, she gave up the life of Xuan Lingzong, went down the mountain to marry Zhao Ruhao, and spent decades together after marriage-but was not happy.

Zhao Ruhao didn’t know how to express love, his feelings were awkward and tangled, and he couldn’t break through his arrogant shell.

His father tended to be in the limelight. Whenever he contacted him, he quietly mentioned the Xuan Lingzong and Cheng Shengbai, implying that since she had become the Zhao family’s wife, he should always consider the Zhao family.

Days pass by patience day by day, and love dies in disappointment day after day.

Because of choosing the firewood, rice, oil and salt of ordinary people, Xu Wan’er’s path of practice has been blocked.

She started late, and was distracted by many things, and could not live in a secluded place with ample profound energy like the Xuan Lingzong, so until the end, she only had a meager cultivation level, no more than the third grade.

The low cultivation base means that it is not out of ordinary, it means that time is perishable, it means that time only urges people to grow old, and time is a killer.

Many years later, Xu Wan’er, who was old and faint, stood by the window, watching the monk flying by in the sky, with fairy posture and clouds, clothes hunting, and she couldn’t help feeling melancholy.

——I could have… I could live like that.

Floating like a dream, a hundred years in a flash.

When she woke up again, Xu Wan’er looked at the still pretty face in the mirror, and looked at the many familiar and unfamiliar scenes around her, and she burst into tears for a while.

How to choose?

Do you really want to spend a lifetime of youth, waiting for a man to grow up?

The morning light fell between Xu Wan’er’s beautiful eyebrows, reflecting the faint light of water in her clear eyes. The girl was silent for a moment, then shook her head and smiled bitterly at Cheng Shengbai.

“I don’t want to force anything, let it be.”

Xu Wan’er smiled relaxedly, and the moment she spoke, thousands of heavy loads seemed to fall from her shoulders, and the long wind suddenly rose, gently blowing on the girl’s cheeks, blowing away the last tears of her.

“Uncle, do you think I have the qualifications to practice kendo?”

The girl’s eyebrows are curved, her eyes are as clear as autumn water, her pink skirt is flying in the wind, her temperament is elegant and graceful.

She opened her thin lips slightly and said relaxedly: “Uncle, I will practice swords with you every day from now on, okay?”

Cheng Shengbai remained silent.

Although he didn’t say anything, he nodded slightly, and his hands in his long sleeves shook his profound strength slightly, and a piece of profound iron “Access Order” was crushed into powder, slid out of the cuff, and scattered in the wind.

That is a token that can ignore the threshold and let a disciple of ordinary qualification step into the Xuan Lingzong.

The restlessness of Xu Wan’er these days has fallen into the eyes of the youth.

Although he didn’t like the guy with the surname Zhao, he still asked for this token from the Sect Master. He wanted to give it to Xu Wan’er. Seeing her needs, he considered taking Zhao Ruhao up the mountain.

——It seems that it shouldn’t be used anymore.

…

Xie Ziyou did not expect that the question of “Who is Guan Heng” has not disappeared over time, but has become a protracted battle between the two.

Xie Heng was stubborn about this problem and showed the essence of vinegar for the first time. One day and night, he learned from Xie Ziyou’s mouth that “Past Life Guanheng” was best at making fish soup, so he studied fish soup thoroughly. Xie Ziyou ate all kinds of fish in the world.

Of course, eating fish is happy, and Xie Ziyou loves to eat fish.

However, Xie Ziyou hated the routine question after enjoying the delicious food, about “I made it more delicious, or he made it more delicious”.

“You made delicious, you made the best.” He uttered the same answer dryly for the hundred and first time. This answer was already thoroughly familiar to him, and he almost didn’t need to break the sentence. “The ingredients he chose The freshness is not as good as you, the heat control is not as good as yours, the seasoning is not as delicious as yours, and the method is the same. I am tired of eating long ago, unlike you are full of innovation…”

Xie Heng was dissatisfied, saying that he was perfunctory, making the same rhetoric every time.

Xie Ziyou thought, it’s yours.

Finally, one day, he couldn’t bear it, and he personally cooked and served Xie Heng a bowl of dark cooking fish soup-the seasoning that he knew or not knew was poured into the pot, and it was a whole pot.

Xie Heng looked at the fish head in the bowl, his fingertips shaking slightly while holding the spoon.

Xie Ziyou sat across the table and watched the show.

After a few days, it was finally his turn to let out a sigh of anger, then he smiled sweetly on his chin, and said leisurely: “Xie Heng, is the fish soup that I made delicious, or did you make it delicious?”

Xie Heng: “…”

He scooped up a spoonful of soup, closed his eyes, and passed it to his mouth, swallowing with difficulty, then he was silent for a while before squeezing out a few words in a low voice: “…your.”

“puff!”

Xie Ziyou laughed happily.

He continued to work hard, learning Xie Heng’s questioning method and asked: “Be careful, how can I make it taste better than yours?”

“…It’s delicious everywhere.”

“Be specific!” Xie Ziyou exuberantly, “Taste? Taste? Heat or freshness? Just be careful, so I know what to do next time.”

Xie Heng: “!!!”

Next time? !

He smiled wryly and shook his head, his eyes slyly turned, and suddenly he thought of an idea.

The boy threw the soup spoon into the bowl, suddenly covered his chest, and fell to the ground sideways, his eyes closed tightly, and he groaned in pain against the feet of the table.

Xie Ziyou was taken aback, hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and said hurriedly: “What’s the matter with you, where is it uncomfortable? I…I didn’t put any medicine, don’t move, I’ll call Brother Six!”

He hurriedly raised his foot and rushed out of the door, but Xie Heng quietly raised his hand and grabbed his trousers.

“It’s so delicious, it’s so delicious.” Xie Heng closed his eyes, but there was a slight smile in his tone, “You have to swim and hug to survive.”

Xie Ziyou was slightly stunned, his face flashed red.

“you……”

He was furious, but couldn’t say anything like “You’re going to die like this”, so he kicked angrily on the legs of the table, and left a sentence: “If you want to be beautiful, you can sleep here tonight. !”

Xie Heng hugged his calf, quietly Mimi opened one eye and said wittyly: “Okay, can you accompany me to sleep? I think this square table is right. Anyway, we haven’t done it here yet. …”

“you shut up!”

Xie Ziyou was really frustrated this time, desperately pulling his ankle from Xie Heng’s palm outwards, his face was hot: “Let go! Who wants to do it with you!”