Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

The two of them had been together for a hundred years.

When Xie Ziyou once again had the premonition that he was about to leave, he no longer had any regrets.

In these hundred years, he and Guan Heng had traveled to every corner of the continent, crossed rivers and lakes, gazed at the sun, moon, and stars, tasted all sorts of delicacies that were both well-known and unknown, and enjoyed the beautiful spring flowers and the snowflakes of winter. Guan Heng had also become known as the Dean of the Cupboard, but he had no intention of taking advantage of them. Every disciple he had accepted truly loved the two of them.

The time to leave had come so quickly that Xie Ziyou had not even been able to say goodbye to Guan Heng in person. But then again, he could not bear to be parted in person, so he had only left a letter for Guan Heng.

After returning to the courtyard, Guan Heng had not been able to find his lover. The candlelight was dim, the breeze was gentle, but the figure that had been engraved in his soul was nowhere to be seen.

He found a thin piece of paper on the table. It was written simply but affectionately: I love you, I’m sorry.

There was no signature, only two or three teardrop-soaked wrinkles.

“Fool,” Guan Heng’s eyebrows drooped, a bitter smile on his face as he murmured, “How could I blame you?”

The handsome young man’s smile was still warm.

Only when he gently put down the letter, his eyes blurred.

Just at this moment, a golden light flashed in his palm, and he heard a low, thunderous hum. Amidst the cacophony, Guan Heng heard a long sigh, as if it had transcended time and space, traveling light years.

“Do you want to know where he’s gone?” the voice asked. “Do you want to follow his footsteps?”

Guan Heng’s heart trembled slightly, his thin lips parted slightly.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I won’t do anything to harm you.” The voice’s words were unintelligible. Although the tone was deliberately suppressed, there was a hint of excitement in it. “You only need to tell me, are you willing to give up everything you have, even the memories of our past love, to go to an unknown space, to find a chance to embrace again?”

It was a question that gave him extra points.

Guan Heng’s eyes flickered. He raised his head slightly and gazed at the horizon. The sky was slightly dark, the river of stars was a single line, and the lights of tens of thousands of families filled the mountain city. This was the warmest dream of every ordinary person.

The wind lifted Guan Heng’s messy hair. He said word by word, “I’m willing.”

…

Xie Ziyou entered the System Space and saw the shadow of System 011, which he had not seen for a long time. His first reaction was to wail loudly.

The System accompanied him quietly until a long time later, when Xie Ziyou finally raised his head from his sobbing. He wiped away his tears and said softly, “You You?”

Xie Ziyou nodded and said in a hoarse voice, “I understand.”

The System was extremely distressed.

With Xie Ziyou’s current condition, it was obvious that he was not suitable to immediately enter the next stage of the mission. However, recuperating in the System Space also required points. Although it was not expensive, Xie Ziyou was currently poor and had no time to waste.

A white light flashed, and a new mission appeared in front of Xie Ziyou.

In the Mysterious Spirit Continent, the strong were respected.

The main character, Xie Heng, was born with a Glazed Sword Bone. He had not yet entered the Mysterious Realm, but had been enlightened. All the sword techniques in the world fell into his eyes. In just a moment, he would be able to easily grasp them, and he would be able to target the flaws in the sword techniques and improve them. In other words, he was a genius born for the sword.

He was born into a prestigious family, a family of swordsmen. This family was famous for a ninth-grade sword technique, “Divine Slash of the Seven Swords”, which had been passed down from generation to generation. However, that sword technique was too profound, and the descendants of the family in recent times could only reach the seventh level at most. They were completely helpless against the eighth, ninth, or even the ninth level.

When Xie Heng was very young, he had shown his extraordinary talent in the way of the sword. For a moment, he was in the limelight. Everyone admitted that he was the person closest to the ancestor’s cultivation in the Xie family in the past thousand years, and was also the person most likely to master the complete “Divine Slash of the Seven Swords”.

But the patriarch of the Xie family, Xie Yu Shen, was not happy.

Because Xie Heng wasn’t actually his son.

Many years ago, when he was out adventuring, he had once rescued a beautiful woman by a stream in the wilderness. That woman was nine months pregnant, but she was still elegant, her skin whiter than snow.

When the woman opened her eyes in a daze and asked, “Who am I, where am I?”, Xie Yu Shen saw that she had lost her memory, and in a moment of lust, he lied that he was her husband and saved her back home.

He had originally fantasized about sharing a bed with a beautiful woman and kissing her, but he didn’t expect that he wouldn’t even be able to touch her body — — Just a few days later, the woman gave birth prematurely, leaving behind a crying baby boy. Afterwards, he fell ill and died not long after.

Xie Yu Shen who claimed to his family that “this is my wife”: “…”

There was nothing he could do. Mute had no choice but to reluctantly accept this man.

If Xie Heng’s innate talent was naughty and his character was despicable, it would be fine. Xie Yu Shen felt that the Xie family was a big family and could afford to raise an idle person.

But as Xie Heng grew up day by day, he became a handsome young man like a jade tree, revealing a talent and bearing that was completely different from Xie Yu Shen’s own. His entire person was like a small luminous body. Every time Xie Yu Shen looked at him, he felt his eyes were about to be blinded.

Xie Heng’s existence was constantly reminding him that the beauty that he could not forget, the beauty that haunted his dreams and dreams, should belong to this kind of man.

He, Xie Yu Shen, not only couldn’t become a hero, he also had to help others raise his son.

In addition, Wang Yun, Xu Xian’s wife, was always like a pillow breeze every day. Xie Yu Shen was finally convinced by her words. On the day that Xie Heng came of age, he drugged him and made him unconscious. He mercilessly peeled off the glazed sword bone and threw the crippled protagonist off the cliff.

As for Xie Ziyou, he needed to play the role of Xie Yu Shen’s son.

In other words, he obtained the protagonist’s glazed sword bone and his cultivation soared, but he still couldn’t defeat the protagonist’s template. Many years later, the protagonist would come to his door and kill him.

Looking at the system screen in front of him, Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.

He didn’t like this kind of unethical villain scenario.

Just as mentioned before, there were many types of villains. Not all of them were evil people. As long as they were on a different side from the protagonist, they could all be called villains.

When Xie Ziyou completed the villain mission for the first time, he was unlucky and met an evil demon who committed all kinds of crimes. That mission disgusted him so much that he had to rest in the System Space for a full three months before he could catch his breath.

Therefore, after earning his first bucket of gold in the first world, Xie Ziyou embarked on a path of no return by spending points to complete new missions. Completing new quests only required 20 points. In the past, he could even spend 400 points just to find a quest that suited his taste.

But now …

The impoverished Xie Ziyou sniffed and unwillingly clicked [Confirm].

A whirlwind suddenly rose, and a colorless vortex swept up a wave of air that soared into the sky, drowning the figure of a person and a system.

…

The sky was dark, and the candlelight was dim.

Before he could open his eyes, Xie Ziyou choked on the pungent stench. He covered his mouth and coughed softly. His long eyelashes trembled slightly as he tried his best to open his glasses slightly.

In front of him was a river of blood.

Fresh blood dyed the marble steps red, and a blood whirlpool formed when he stepped on them. The blood flowed like a stream, winding through the cracks of the stone tiles, leaving behind a series of twisted, earthworm-like traces.

Not far away, there was a half-meter wide trail of blood. It seemed like someone had been lying there with his stomach cut open, and then dragged out of the door alive by the ankles.

The sword that could cut through iron like mud landed in front of the stone steps. The snow-white blade of the sword was stained with the blood of its owner, giving off a dim luster.

Xie Ziyou: Holy shit.

He had not seen such a bloody scene for many years, and his mind went blank for a moment. His chest was in turmoil, and he covered his mouth and retched.

“You ‘er!”

Not far behind him, a voice filled with joy called out. Xie Ziyou’s back stiffened, and he forcefully swallowed the feeling of vomiting back into his stomach. He forced the corner of his mouth up, and then he turned around — —

Against a bloody white bone.

The woman in front of him wore pearls and jade on her head. Her hair was glossy, and her eyes were charming. She wore a light pink dress with the sleeves and the hem of the dress and cuffs were stained with dark red blood, which was dried by the wind and glowed faintly.

Her fingertips were smeared with bright red, and her green fingers twirled around the bone. The corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a greedy smile.

“You ‘er,” the woman placed the bone in front of Xie Ziyou again. She smiled faintly and called out, “Mother has helped you fulfill your wish.”

“That son of a bitch is already dead. From today onwards, you are the most talented genius of the Xie family!”

Xie Ziyou: “…”

He really wanted to vomit.

Although the intense impact of the scene was very uncomfortable, it temporarily suppressed Xie Ziyou’s longing and reluctance to part with Guan Heng. He adjusted his mindset to work, clenched his teeth, and reached out his trembling hand to take the bone from the woman’s hand.

“Thank … thank you, Mother.”

Xie Ziyou’s voice trembled.

The woman, however, thought that he was overjoyed. Her smile grew even sweeter. Her blood-stained hand wrapped around the back of Xie Ziyou’s head and hugged the youth. She said softly, “Good You ‘er.”

Xie Ziyou: “…”

Pervert, ah!

…

There was a river at the bottom of the cliff. The water was neither fast nor slow as it passed through the valley and flowed towards the distant mouth of the sea.

Covered in blood and covered in bruises, the youth rose and fell in the water. He barely managed to grab onto a piece of driftwood. Every time the river rose and fell, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his body.

No, he couldn’t die here … …

Xie Heng held his breath. The thorns on the driftwood pierced his palm, but he didn’t feel it at all.

It wasn’t until his wound had turned white from being soaked in the river that the youth was groggy and close to his limit that he finally saw the flat riverbank.

There was a blurry figure on the riverbank that seemed to be washing his clothes. Seeing Xie Heng from afar, the slender figure threw the wooden basin in her hand and cried out in alarm, “Help, someone has fallen into the water … …”

Don’t run … …

Xie Heng thought dizzily, “Wait till you find someone and come back, won’t I be finished already?

Immortal Spirit Deities, Buddhas and Aunties, please be kind and save him … …