Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Xie Ziyou stopped in his tracks and almost pounced on Wu Cong. The scene made him feel aggrieved, as if he had eaten a fly. He held onto the door frame with one hand, his beautiful peach blossom eyes instantly narrowed, and he took half a step back.

He asked rudely, “What are you doing here?”

“Wu Cong” didn’t answer. His eyes stared straight at Xie Ziyou. His strange gaze wandered around the youth without restraint, lingering on the icy blue essence profound energy that faintly flowed around him for a long time. His gaze gradually darkened.

The youth licked the corner of his mouth, drooling, and revealed a dazed smile.

He said, “Don’t be afraid. I’m only here to take back what belongs to me.”

— It was like a farmer holding a butcher’s knife, looking down from above at the fat pigs that had been raised for a year, and revealing a gratified and ferocious smile.

That smile caused Xie Ziyou’s scalp to go numb, and goosebumps immediately appeared on his arms.

It was only then that he realized that the youth’s back was slightly hunched, and his eyes were slightly cloudy. His entire body exuded an indescribable sense of incongruity, and his tone of voice was extremely stiff, mixed with heavy breathing. It was as if he was a mute who hadn’t spoken for many years, and was momentarily unable to control his tongue.

An ominous feeling lingered in Xie Ziyou’s heart.

He took half a step back in panic, and just as he was about to leap away —

“Wu Cong”‘s movements were even faster, as fast as lightning. Xie Ziyou’s vision blurred, and he only managed to catch half an afterimage. That person had instantly stood in front of him!

Their cheeks were almost touching, and “Wu Cong”‘s greedy gaze appeared in front of him. Xie Ziyou’s wrist suddenly felt pain, and he hastily lowered his head to glance. He saw that on his wrist, there were three thin and thin fingers, the ends of which were as sharp as blades.

They were like eagles.

“Let go — what are you doing!”

Xie Ziyou turned pale with fright. His dark blue profound energy swayed in the wind, and instantly transformed into a whip that was as long and thin as a willow. With the force of a thousand catties, it lashed down at the youth’s face!

Icicles suddenly appeared in the wind, and there were over a hundred of them. They lined up behind Xie Ziyou, and the moment they appeared, they quickly turned a corner. The transparent and sharp tips all aimed at “Wu Cong”, converging into a wall full of sharp spikes.

They only needed to wait for their master’s command, and they could shoot out at high speed, turning the enemy into a sieve.

A cold current suddenly arrived, and the bright sunlight shone down on his head. The front of the small courtyard suddenly fell into the depths of winter, and the temperature plummeted, almost turning every drop of water into ice.

But the mighty wall of icicles only lasted for a few seconds.

A sharp pain suddenly exploded in Xie Ziyou’s chest, as if some thin object had viciously torn apart his heart’s valves. It swam along his blood vessels like a leech, and in the blink of an eye, it climbed up to the profound core in his dantian, opened its sinister mouth, and fiercely bit down on the ice blue profound core!

It was as if a hole had been torn open under a leather bag, and a vast amount of profound energy leaked out in an instant. It was completely wrapped up by the gray energy, and swallowed straight into his stomach.

After receiving nourishment, the color of the gray energy became even more intense. It quietly spread out like a thin layer of paper, wrapping the profound core layer by layer. Then, it pulled out thin vines that were as thick as branches, and rapidly leapt towards the young man’s wrist.

The translucent profound core that seemed to have been condensed from thousands of feet of ice gradually dimmed, and its light completely dissipated. Xie Ziyou was horrified to feel the energy in his entire body rapidly drain away, and his connection with the profound energy was cut off bit by bit. A few seconds later, his dantian was already empty!

The dark blue long whip fell powerlessly before it hit “Wu Cong”‘s face.

The icicles in the air lost the support of the profound energy, and fell heavily to the ground one by one, shattering into tiny pieces of ice on the stone steps. They were then shrouded by the slightly intoxicating sunlight, and quickly melted into soft water stains.

Damn it!

The person in front of him couldn’t possibly be Wu Cong!

Xie Ziyou was filled with grief and indignation — the girl who broke off the engagement wasn’t strong enough to support a long fantasy novel about the Dian Family. There was bound to be an even more evil villain behind the scenes in this story.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered this matter, but the joy of falling in love had momentarily crushed everything else. Furthermore, in Xie Ziyou’s habitual impression, the villain behind the scenes wouldn’t appear at such an early point in time.

Guan Heng was only at the fifth level, so how could the plot arrange for him to be such a powerful villain that he couldn’t even last a single encounter with himself?

No, thinking about it this way, perhaps it had something to do with him ending the villain’s mission early. The world’s habitual logic was self-consistent, so it disrupted the subsequent plot and greatly accelerated the pace.

Xie Ziyou clenched his teeth tightly.

His suddenly limp body was like a rootless duckweed, swaying towards the ground. The young man tried his best to overcome the drowsiness that assaulted him like a tsunami, and forcefully supported his consciousness, trying to struggle —

He subconsciously shouted in his mind, “System!”

But the call sank into the sea.

Xie Ziyou suddenly realized that System 011 had temporarily left, the System Space was sealed, and he had no money left, so he couldn’t exchange for even the cheapest system creation.

The world was spinning, and the dizziness was overwhelming, crushing his limbs and bones.

He suddenly lost his cultivation, and was unable to use his profound energy to support himself. It was as if he had fallen from an immortal’s body back to a mortal’s body in an instant. The simple structure of his flesh and blood was now as if he was carrying a heavy load.

Xie Ziyou powerlessly crouched on the ground, trying his best to widen his eyes, but his vision was still blurry, and the lines of heaven and earth quietly blurred, turning into an ink painting that was drenched in water.

Before he fell unconscious, he heard a sigh of relief, as well as an inarticulate whisper that was filled with greed.

“It smells so good.”

… …

The “young girl” with a cold appearance fell limply to the ground. Her white dress had lost its profound energy protection, and was gradually stained with dust. The melted ice crystals seeped into the long sleeves of her brocade dress, turning into a nearly transparent texture, tightly wrapping around her round and slender forearms. One could almost feel the soft and delicate skin beneath the thin sleeves.

The Ice Spirit Flower on her forehead lost its profound energy support, and at the same time, it withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The crystal clear petals quickly withered, curling up into a soft and helpless ball, drifting down with the wind.

Her long, jet-black hair that was as black as sandalwood was disheveled, and covered the ground like satin. Her eyelids were covered with a layer of pale gold, emitting an awe-inspiring glimmer like a stream.

The young man standing at the side was shrouded in a black aura, and a dense mist enshrouded his body. His face was blurred, and only a low, evil laugh could be faintly heard from within the black aura.

A faint illusory image quietly appeared behind him — — It was a gigantic black orchid, its slender leaves unfurled, blotting out the sky and the sun. Between the leaves, thin and long branches and roots stretched out. The roots were low on the ground, wriggling and dancing like a black snake, and the branches were raised high, reaching towards the blue sky.

Huge bony flowers slowly formed on the branches, and they were a dense gray color. On the petals, strange patterns that resembled human faces faintly appeared, resembling the laughter of an evil child.

“Such pure power …”

“Not bad, not bad. My mastery of devouring has increased by another level. ”

The young man chuckled in a hoarse voice, and his laughter gradually grew louder.

At the same time, the illusory image behind him became more and more solid, and the roots changed from crouching on the ground to a posture that was raised high, like a snake’s head, hissing and hissing, ready to strike.

Suddenly, the sound of disorderly footsteps could be heard from the corner of the street.

The original owner, Fairy Xie, liked to be quiet, and the location of her courtyard was rather remote. However, the place where the Xuan Qi was concentrated was definitely the core area of the Central Academy, and there were many people who came and went.

Some students who were passing by noticed the abnormality and reported to the Law Hall. When the young man closed his eyes to comprehend, the well-trained law enforcers had already received the news, and at this moment, they were furious and rushing over in groups.

Before the person arrived, the sound arrived first, and a thunderous roar resounded in the air.

“Who is so sneaky, how dare you attack someone in the Central Academy!”

The person who came was responsible for maintaining the order of the academy, and was naturally an expert among experts. His profound energy was sharp, and he transformed into an arrow with a sharp edge that tore through the air!

“Wu Cong” slowly raised his head.

The young man’s handsome face was already distorted, and his pitch-black pupils were as dark as the abyss. Amidst the swirling black aura, he looked at the person who came, and revealed a greedy and evil smile. The tip of his tongue stuck out, and slowly licked his bright red lips.

The illusory figure behind him suddenly flashed!

Dozens of roots tore through the air like lightning, and accurately aimed at everyone in front of them, wrapping themselves around their necks at lightning speed. The sharp ends of the roots glowed with a cold light, and quickly slashed open a bloody wound on the back of their necks.

The gray lines that had been hidden for many years were stimulated, and suddenly awakened.

The gray aura spread to everyone’s face, and the law enforcement team fell from the sky like dumplings being dropped. Accompanied by mournful screams, they crashed heavily onto the ground.

Profound energy seemed to have substance, and it was sucked out in large waves along the ink-colored stems and leaves, pouring all of it into the enormous illusory figure behind the young man.

The illusory figure became more and more corporeal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The swaggering roots seemed to have substance, and the buds at the ends of the long branches quietly bloomed. The petals that looked like butterfly wings fluttered in the wind, and the roots were as black as ink, and gradually turned pale gray toward the tips.

There was a pale white space on the black petals, and a few blurry arcs formed a strange human face pattern, silently laughing evilly.

It retreated with the mature Sly Butterfly Orchid behind the hillside.

After the layers of petals had all unfolded, a fine stamen appeared in the center of the illusory figure. The delicate stamen trembled chaotically, and like a wriggling mouthpart, it inhaled with all its might, and then suddenly spat out — —

It sprayed out a large amount of light gray fine dots.

The powder particles were as small as dust, and a large amount of them gathered together, and were lifted up by the cool wind. They turned into a cloud of dust that was as dim as a dark cloud, and rapidly spread towards the large group of stupefied students at the intersection in front of them.

The illusory Sly Butterfly Orchid only took an instant to bloom. The students who were hugging the students who were watching the “Law Hall Arrest” drama had no time to react, and were blown by the dust. They immediately covered their faces and cried out in pain, and fell to the ground.

Thin gray lines emerged from the innumerable crowd, and gently brushed past their frightened and helpless faces. They converged into a winding stream that converged towards the young man at the end of the small path.

… They turned into an even larger cloud of gray smoke that spread into the distance.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and Central Academy was instantly filled with wails. However, the wails soon dissipated, and it turned into a deathly stillness.

The students who had suddenly lost their profound strength, and were completely unable to adapt to the physical state of ordinary people, all fell to the ground. They found it extremely difficult to even move their fingers. Their limbs, which were normally nimble and free, seemed to have been filled with lead, and none of their nerves could be mobilized.

However, in the midst of the deathly stillness, a weak and incredulous cry of surprise suddenly rang out.

Wu Zhengying collapsed to the ground, and stared blankly at the end of the cloud of gray smoke, at the person who had caused all of this. “Brother Cong?”

The silhouette of the young man’s figure, especially his back, had long been deeply imprinted in the young man’s mind. Even though the black smoke had obscured it, it was impossible to conceal it in the slightest.

… …

Halfway up the mountain at the back of the mountain, Guan Heng stepped on the lush green grass. He held a fat, pale golden carp in his arms, and looked up at the dark clouds that were shrouding him not far away. His brows gradually furrowed, and his expression became solemn.

The fish was also nimble. It swung its long, wet tail and slapped the stunned Guan Heng on the cheek. Its fat, yet free body used the force to leap into the air, and it leaped back into the water.

With a splash, the heavy object fell into the water, splashing water all over the young man’s body.

Guan Heng used all his strength to wipe away the water droplets — but he didn’t have the heart to think about the fish that had escaped.

In that direction, right below the cloud of smoke …

It was a wandering courtyard!