Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Xie Heng didn’t know if he was hugging or not, but something was definitely wrong with his body and perception.

That day, after the sudden bone-eroding pain, what followed was an indescribable warmth that spread throughout his body. Even though he was in the cold night, in the continuous rain, Xie Heng still felt as if a warm sun was shining down on his head, the warmth enveloping him. He could faintly hear the rhythmic beating of his blood vessels. Raising his hand to touch the air, it was as if he was touching fine brocade.

Fine, soft, full of elasticity, a finger could poke out a shallow dimple.

A faint fruity fragrance lingered in the nose, like a warm and soft jade in the bosom, causing one’s heart to be restless.

Every time Xie Heng’s state of mind relaxed, this strange feeling would not dissipate. But when Xie Heng held his breath and concentrated, trying to feel it carefully and find out what it was, it was like the wind sweeping through the branches, swaying in the air and disappearing without a trace.

Xie Heng could not understand it.

After several days of experimentation and thinking, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: This is probably the legendary Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

Uh … … strange.

Xie Heng twirled the axe handle in distress, thinking that not only was there a problem with his perception, but his brain was also in danger. What “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder”? This term was strange and unfamiliar, where did he hear it from?

Why didn’t he have any impression of it?

While his mind wandered, he casually raised the axe. His hand drew a sword flower, the sharp axe tip drew a graceful arc in the air. Xie Heng’s wrist flicked, the heavy axe gave him the feeling of a thin sword. After a few swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh.

Xie Heng: … … Oh no!

Before he could pick up the sawdust on the floor, the wooden door swung open with a creak, revealing half of Xu Wan ‘er’s ashy face.

“Big Brother Xie,” she called out, “Is the firewood ready? The rice is in the pot! ”

“Wait a moment!” Xie Heng shouted.

He hurriedly tossed the sawdust to the ground and picked up another log from the side of his feet. His left hand pressed it firmly against the stake, while his right hand held the axe and swung it around a few times, but he still felt awkward.

Chopping firewood should be similar to holding a knife, right?

Thinking of this, for some reason, the young man’s thoughts suddenly became clear.

Xie Heng had previously been completely focused on the path of the sword, never paying attention to other weapons. But now that he was imagining holding a knife in his hand, his slow five fingers clenched tightly. Suddenly, a sense of familiarity and joy surged from his soul.

“Swoosh swoosh!”

A few rays of white light flashed across, and the log broke apart into straight cracks. It was still in its original state, but Xie Heng raised his hand and lightly touched it, and it immediately scattered into a piece of wood of equal thickness and length.

The broken log rolled down from the log, rolled a few times on the muddy ground, and then came to a halt.

Xie Heng absentmindedly lowered his head and looked at the fine lines on his palm, his heart filled with astonishment.

Could it be that besides his talent in the path of the sword, he was also gifted in the art of the blade?

… …

Xie Ziyou didn’t know anything about the main character’s doubts. He didn’t even have the energy to pay attention to the increase in his points — — the Xie family’s education model of wanting their son to succeed was simply a hell of a level of difficulty, making him miserable every day.

Whether it was the art of the sword or the art of the movement, he still had to drink a big bowl of black medicine every day. Every day, his cheap mother, Wang Yun, would personally come to see him drink it all.

Even in front of her own son, the woman still wore makeup, red and green. Her nails and thin lips were as red as blood, and when she walked, she would create a sweet fragrance. Although her smile was sweet, it made Xie Ziyou’s hair stand on end.

Xie Ziyou even let the system test the ingredients of the black medicine.

The result proved that it was indeed a tonic, made from all kinds of high grade spiritual herbs. Every bowl could help Xie Ziyou remove the impurities in his body, making his muscles and bones clear, and his spirit qi harmonious, greatly increasing the speed of his cultivation.

Xie Ziyou rubbed the test report, his smooth fingers pinching a clear round mark on the paper. He murmured suspiciously, “Why don’t I believe it … …”

He always felt that Wang Yun didn’t really care about him. In her eyes, his son was perhaps just a useful tool that could help her grasp her husband’s heart and ensure that she could enjoy her old age in peace.

Forget it, forget it, Xie Ziyou had a headache.

He was here to play the role of the villain, not to ask for his mother’s love. Moreover, in the Xuan Fantasy Continent, where the strong were respected, wasn’t that just a show?

Guan Heng was the most special protagonist that Xie Ziyou had ever met. That kind of encounter … he didn’t need to ask for it, and it was impossible for it to happen a second time.

Thinking of Guan Heng, Xie Ziyou couldn’t help but feel sad. He shook his head, trying his best to suppress the pain in his heart. He got up and opened the window, letting the bright sunlight shine on his body.

The gentle breeze gently caressed the young man’s fair face, brushing away the worry in his eyes.

Not far from the door, there was a sudden noise.

Far away, Xie Ziyou could vaguely hear someone scolding him, shouting, “She can’t run far, chase her!”

Xie Ziyou’s curiosity was piqued. He pulled the System and asked, “What’s going on over there?”

The little bee flapped its wings and buzzed out of the window, flying towards the source of the noise. Soon, the System returned and told Xie Ziyou, “They’re chasing after the protagonist’s former maid, saying that she stole something from the master’s house.”

The word “protagonist” was like a keyword. Xie Ziyou looked like he was being tagged, and he urged, “What did she steal?”

“The only thing that the protagonist’s mother left behind, a jade pendant.”

“Oh?” Xie Ziyou’s eyes lit up, “Can she escape?”

The System said, “Not good enough.”

“The Xie family is heavily guarded, and there are sentries within miles of the manor. It’s not easy for her to escape from the manor, but if she wants to escape from this mountain … it’s practically a fool’s dream.”

Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.

His white fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the window lattice, creating a soft and deep sound. The vermilion wood window lattice was slightly cool, and it was stained with the humidity of the night. It silently permeated the young man’s smooth fingertips.

After a long silence, Xie Ziyou asked softly, “What would happen if she was captured?”

“Immersed in a pig cage? Or torn to pieces, she would die a horrible death. After all, we have to make an example of her. ”

Xie Ziyou’s delicate eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

“… You You, do you want to save her?”

The system fluttered lightly under the sunlight, hovering in front of Xie Ziyou. Xie Ziyou’s breathing was slightly hurried, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his small nose. It looked at the young man’s clear and bright eyes, and through the beautiful amber color, it found a hidden trace of reluctance and hesitation.

“It’s fine to save her, since the protagonist doesn’t know.”

The little bee drew a clear arc, its nearly transparent wings reflecting fluorescence, and its back was dyed with a faint golden pattern. After buzzing for a moment, it floated gently onto the young man’s soft black hair.

“Even if she escapes, she won’t be able to meet the protagonist that quickly. Whether we save her now or not, by the time the protagonist finds out about his maid’s condition, we’ll most likely have completed our mission and left the scene. ”

“You You, do as you wish. I know that doing the antagonist mission is an extremely difficult thing.”

Many people, many people who were kind-hearted at the beginning, would lose themselves in the antagonist mission day in and day out, eventually becoming a person that even they hated … The System had seen such a tragedy before.

It didn’t want Xie Ziyou to become like that.

If he was slower, he would be slower. If his performance was worse, he would be worse, System 011 thought. It wanted its host to complete the mission happily, and when he finally returned with enough points, even if he had gone through thousands of sails, he would still be able to retain his youthful nature.

“Here.”

The little bee flapped its wings, and a black robe appeared out of thin air, landing beside Xie Ziyou’s hand. The robe fluttered and sleeves fluttered, neatly restrained, like a thick, indelible ink.

Along with it was a white fox mask, with a sharp nose and a light red pattern on its cheeks, and a flame-shaped pattern on its forehead, blazing and ostentatious.

Xie Ziyou was flabbergasted. “Why … do you still have this thing?”

This was the outfit he had used to conceal his identity during his first mission. At that time, as a complete newbie, Xie Ziyou had no points in his account, so he could only buy ordinary clothes and masks in the Wishing World. Later, with the points and the system’s exchange space, Xie Ziyou never thought of this item again. It was a common item, not worth much. He thought he would have thrown it away long ago.

He didn’t expect the System to still keep it.

This guy, could it be that he had already thought that he would end up poor in the future?

…

Xie Heng’s condition was very poor.

Just as he finished chopping wood, an indescribable feeling of fear suddenly struck him. In that instant, the world became dark, and the light dimmed. The youth reached out his hand, his five fingers randomly touching the air a few times, and finally touched a hard and rough area.

It should be a stone wall.

In the next second, he completely lost his light, and all the noises left at the speed of light. Even his breathing became sluggish and powerless. In his daze, Xu Wan ‘er’s screams became longer and longer, and the sound gradually faded away.

What is going on?

Xie Heng sorrowfully thought, did I faint?

No, how can I have consciousness when I faint? I can’t … die suddenly, right?

But in the youth’s panic, he heard the sound again.

It was the sound of fighting, the sound of swords that Xie Heng was most familiar with. Metal and stone collided, weapons clashed, and countless mysterious techniques exploded around him, stirring up strong winds. The force of impact was as strong as the ocean, and the waves were continuous, fiercely hitting his body one after another.

The sound of swords was sharp, as sharp as an arrow. Even in the midst of the chaotic sounds of fighting, it was still otherworldly, elegant and agile, as if it was a swordsman who had just passed through a cluster of flowers. His clothes fluttered, and his expression was leisurely, but he was not affected in the slightest.

Good swordsmanship, Xie Heng thought.

The world he was in seemed to be synchronized with the swordsman. With Xie Heng’s hearing and knowledge, he could clearly recognize the swordsman’s swift and nimble footwork. It was compatible with the swordsmanship, and it was hidden into the realm of Dao.

During the intense battle, the young man’s surroundings flashed with sharp flashes from time to time. With the help of that flash of light, Xie Heng accurately captured a snow-white cold light, sharp and unstoppable. The sword qi crisscrossed, stirring up tens of thousands of waves.

His figure was swift, and the sword light was cold.

The swordsman’s hand was slender and fair, just like a man. His age should be similar to Xie Heng’s.

Xie Heng tried his best to open his eyes wide, but the light around him was too poor. He could only see his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and wherever the sword passed, the grass and leaves would fly, easily tearing through rotten branches, and the besiegers would fall down one after another like cutting grass.

Even though it was not as good as Xie Heng’s at his peak, it was not far off.

Xie Heng looked at the flying sword light, and his eyes became dazed, almost forgetting his own situation. His talent and aptitude far surpassed ordinary people, and his eyes were also very high. Adding that the Xie family’s attitude towards him was very cold, Xie Heng didn’t have many friends since he was young, let alone confidants.

Now that he could see it, Xie Heng’s heart was excited, but he hated that his surroundings were dim and he couldn’t say it out loud.

Who was this person?