Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Thick smoke and dust wantonly drifted in the sky, gradually enveloping the entire Central School. Everywhere it passed, people were thrown into chaos.

The smoke stirred up thick clouds, the wind suddenly changed, the snow that had not melted for tens of thousands of years on the Reflection Peak was engulfed by the smoke, flying up to the sky, melting under the warm sunlight, turning into fine water vapor.

The water vapor in the air gradually became dense, wrapping around the nose and mouth of the fallen students, creating a suffocating pressure. The blue sky was gradually shrouded by dark clouds, the brilliant golden light that was cast on the ground was silently withdrawn, and finally completely swallowed by the clouds.

The faint rumbling of thunder could be heard in the distance.

Under the black clouds, the huge phantom of the Phantom Butterfly Orchid flickered, the edges of which were alternating between black and white, spreading out layer by layer.

Under the shroud of the black gas, “Wu Cong” had a ferocious face, the black color of his eyeballs gradually covering the whites of his eyes, the color of which was as thick as an unfathomable abyss.

Wu Zhengying knelt on the ground, desperately raising his head. His teeth were almost crushed, the thin stream of blood staining his gums red, slowly trickling down the corners of his lips.

Cultivators had a dense amount of Xuan Qi in their bodies. This energy caused their muscles to be denser, their defense and strength to be stronger, and their bodies to be lighter and more nimble.

At this moment, everything was mercilessly taken away, not giving them the slightest chance to breathe.

It was just like a person who carried heavy loads all year round. After removing the burdens, they could instantly explode with speed that far surpassed that of an ordinary person. A person who was accustomed to being infused with Xuan Qi would suddenly lose their strength, their muscles would relax, their blood flow would slow down, and an enormous gravity that they hadn’t experienced in a long time would instantly return to their body, as if a mountain of rock was pressing down on their shoulders.

Most of the students found this kind of pain hard to bear, and could only press their heads tightly to the ground, hoping to relieve the pain of their bodies.

Only Wu Zhengying stubbornly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and his eyes about to split apart — —

The young man’s ears buzzed, and he could almost hear the creaking sound of his bones and joints trembling and rubbing against each other.

But there was an invisible, strange energy supporting him, allowing him to cling onto the stone bricks on the ground, his fingertips digging into the cracks of the stone, and desperately dragging his unconscious body, crawling inch by inch towards the incomparably familiar figure in front of him.

“Who are you?”

Every word was forced out from between his teeth, mixed with the smell of blood, like a hiss.

“If you’re not Brother Cong, who are you?!”

The sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Black clouds covered the sky, and the mountain rain was on the way. A fierce, cold wind whistled past, slicing across the young man’s face like a blade.

“Wu Cong”‘s eyebrows twisted for a moment.

In an instant, the black mist dispersed slightly, revealing half of the young man’s distorted face. His eyes flashed with light, and his straight nose was slightly red. His thin lips, as bright as human blood, were slightly parted, forming a half-mouth.

“Go.”

It could also be “flee.”

Wu Zhengying’s eyes reddened.

Watery light flickered from his bright, jet-black eyes. Tears hung at the corners of his eyes, and he stared ahead with wide eyes. His face was flushed, and he had an expression of hatred that seeped into his bones.

“Stop, you … Stop!”

He stuttered. Every word seemed to squeeze out the last strand of strength in his body. His fingertips were deeply embedded in the cracks in the stone, and his smooth fingernails were almost broken. The intense pain from his ten fingers connecting to his heart transformed into an invisible force, supporting the young man as he climbed forward bit by bit on the stone steps.

“Wu Cong”‘s expression only changed for a moment.

In the next second, he reverted to his stiff facial features, and his smile was chilling.

“I didn’t expect someone to be able to awaken your consciousness,” the young man muttered to himself.

The corner of his mouth on the left side of his face suddenly twitched, and his eyes turned in two different directions. Half of his face twitched as if in a fit of epilepsy, but he suddenly regained his composure.

The young man raised his hand to cover his face, laughing in a low voice.

“I can spare him,” he muttered in a low voice. “I have disciples all over the world, and this little fellow is also my disciple. I won’t do something like drain the swamp. Look, these people will continue to be my nourishment until … they die. ”

“It’s your honor.” The young man tilted his head slightly, and his jet-black eyes swept across the crowd that had collapsed in front of him. “You’re participating in the greatest miracle in history — a miracle that starts from the Chaos and ends in eternity!”

His tone gradually rose as he laughed out loud. Then, he flicked his sleeves and turned around. A huge phantom flashed, and the orchid leaves rolled up, creating arcs that rippled like the waves of the deep sea.

The young man started to leave.

However, a thin hand slowly but firmly reached out from behind him. His fingertips were dripping with blood, and he tightly gripped the long boots under the young man’s feet.

“You can’t leave.” Wu Zhengying’s eyes were bloodshot as she said fiercely, “Return … Return Brother Cong back!”

The young man turned his head and shot a disdainful glance. He looked down from above, his expression dark.

He raised his foot, and the nails on his cowhide boots glowed with cold light. He gave a heavy kick —

He ruthlessly crushed the back of the young man’s hand.

Like the edge of a blade, the skin and flesh on the back of Wu Zhengying’s fair hand instantly ruptured, leaving it a bloody mess.

Wu Zhengying clenched his teeth and swallowed the pain without uttering a word. His entire body was so tense that he trembled violently. Even so, he still held onto the young man’s ankle tightly, allowing the blood to flow through his fingers and drip onto the bluestone road.

“Wu Cong’s” expression gradually changed.

“Silly child,” he sighed. “You asked for it.”

The phantom of the Sly Butterfly Orchid suddenly dimmed. Energy surged, strong winds howled, and the world dimmed in an instant. It was as if a demon had summoned the Eternal Night. Black clouds covered the sun, dispelling the light, and pressing down heavily with the wind and rain.

It slowly stretched out a long stalk.

This was different from the stalk that had entangled the other students. A multicolored halo of light shrouded the slender, awl-like tip. Black and white light flickered alternately. Xie Ziyou, who was unconscious not far away, had just woken up when he opened his eyes to see this scene.

The hazy light and shadow, confusing and gloomy, shot out with the speed of thunder. The long snake stretched out its neck and bit the side of the young man’s neck!

Wu Zhengying’s vision turned white in an instant.

The buzzing sound was deafening, drowning out all the noise in an instant.

He lay on the ground in a trance, feeling that something invisible and colorless, but extremely important, was being extracted from his body bit by bit. The patter of rain finally fell. At first, it was two or three raindrops, but then it rapidly expanded into a torrential downpour. The beads of rain seemed to shoot out, fiercely hitting the bluestone steps in front of the young man.

So cold, Wu Zhengying thought absentmindedly, so cold.

Through his skin and flesh, it was cold to the bone, but it was even deeper than that.

His soul trembled deeply, and the greatest fear that came from the most instinctive of life caught him in an instant, like the sea surging up, slowly overflowing his head.

The light in the young man’s eyes gradually dissipated, and his five fingers loosened their strength, gently dropping down.

A sparkling white light flowed out from the side of the young man’s neck, falling into the sharp branches, quietly flowing into the illusory shadow behind the young man.

A step away, the young man with a hunched back smiled wickedly, slowly licking his lips.

“So naive.” He gently shook his head, let out a long sigh like an elder, and sighed, “The primordial chaos of the ages, splitting the earth and creating the heavens, even swallowing the heavens and the earth. Devouring a bit of life and soul force is just a normal operation. I’ve only absorbed your profound strength and cultivation, yet you’re still not grateful? ”

Complete silence.

There was only the mournful wind and the torrential rain.

The student who was still struggling with all his might revealed a look of despair. He quietly laid on the ground, allowing the torrential rain to wreak havoc on his head, soaking his clothes, but he did not dare to move in the slightest. Just now, he had suddenly lost his profound strength, and was unable to move due to discomfort. Now, he was cowering in fear, because he did not dare to move.

Only a weak and lacking air, but filled with indignation, “Pei!” came from behind him.

Xie Ziyou propped himself up with one hand on the ground, and the other hand on the stone wall outside the courtyard, trying his best to support his body.

Compared to the others, he had transmigrated from the modern society, so the time he had to adapt to profound strength wasn’t long. Furthermore, he was the first to have his cultivation sucked away. Now that his limbs had recovered a certain amount of mobility, it was just that he was still sore and tired, unable to move.

The sky was as dark as the night, but Xie Ziyou’s slightly red peach blossom eyes were glimmering. His round eyes slightly widened, and he fiercely stared at “Wu Cong,” wishing he could cultivate a Death Ray to pierce through the person in front of him.

“You’re the Dean, aren’t you?”

He finally understood. In this heavily guarded academy, only the Dean could come into contact with anyone without any hindrance, and no one would be wary of him.

And only the Dean, the current number one expert of the continent, an expert of the ninth stage, could approach anyone without batting an eyelid, and plant a hidden weapon on everyone.

“Wu Cong” slowly turned around.

Black smoke lingered, vaguely revealing the young man’s face, which was suffused with a black aura. Long orchid leaf-like black lines circled his slender neck, and on his forehead, there was a horrifying black mark that looked like a human face butterfly.

He grinned slightly at Xie Zi, who was barely propping up his upper body, and revealed a loving smile. “Little girl, you should call me Shizun.”

Xie Ziyou glared at him, thinking to himself, “Bah.

What an insult to the word Shizun. ”

His mind raced, desperately trying to find a way to solve his current predicament.

It was too difficult.

Xie Ziyou had never been so resentful of his own helplessness. Relying on the System Space and having access to a large amount of resources, he had never worried about such a problem. Moreover, the protagonists would always appear at a critical juncture. They were the favored sons of the heavens, and their luck was great.

But not now.

Guan Heng was only at the fifth level.

Did he fall for it too? Was he also lying in a corner, weak and helpless, in a sorry state?

Xie Ziyou’s entire body was powerless, and he no longer had any profound energy to protect his body. His white dress was soaked by the torrential rain, and it clung tightly to his body. His jet-black hair was soaked by the rain, and the cold wind blew on his head, causing his body to shiver uncontrollably.

But the young man’s peach blossom eyes shone brightly, revealing a hint of determination and viciousness.

No matter what method he used, it didn’t matter if he detonated his Profound Core. Even if he gave up his life, he had to get rid of the villain in front of him, and protect that person …

It was just a pity that he couldn’t even spend a single day together after saying twenty years.

Xie Ziyou’s eyes dimmed slightly.

Just as he was about to clench his teeth and charge towards the young man shrouded in black smoke like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from the eaves behind him.

“You You!”

Xie Ziyou’s charging momentum instantly paused, and he turned his head back in shock — —

A few meters behind him, on top of the black roof, Guan Heng stood under the pitch-black sky. His breathing was ragged, and faint profound energy lingered around his body. Although it wasn’t eye-catching, it was the only light within a radius of several kilometers, as bright as a firefly.

The wind and rain were like a curtain, but it couldn’t hide the sparks in the young man’s eyes. His short hair was tied up in a mess, sweeping across his handsome facial features.

“I’ve come to save you.”