Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day

Dense smoke and dust drifted freely in the sky, and gradually enveloped the entire Central Academy.

The smoke evokes thick clouds, and the direction of the wind changes abruptly. It is engulfed by the unmelting wind and snow on the peak for a long time, flying up into the sky, melting in the warm sun and turning into fine water vapor.

The water vapor in the air gradually suffocated, wrapping the mouth and nose of the fallen student, creating a sense of oppression that was almost suffocating. The blue sky gradually shrouded in cloudy clouds, and the brilliant golden light beam projected on the ground was silently condensed, and finally completely swallowed by the clouds.

There was a vague rumble of thunder in the distance.

Under the black clouds, the huge phantom butterfly orchid is indefinite, and a strange halo of alternating black and white appears on the edge, expanding outwards layer by layer.

Under the black air, "Wu Cong" had a hideous face, his eyes were covered with black, gradually covering the whites of his eyes, and the color was as thick as an unfathomable cold abyss.

Wu Zhengying knelt on the ground, desperately raising her head, her teeth were almost crushed, and the thin blood stained her gums, slowly overflowing along the corners of her lips.

Cultivators have rich profound energy in their bodies. These powers make their muscles denser, stronger defense and vigor, and their bodies become more fit, but their bodies are lighter and more flexible.

At this moment, everything was ruthlessly deprived, leaving them no chance to breathe.

Just like people who carry heavy loads all the year round, after taking off the burden, they can burst out at a speed far beyond ordinary people; those who adapt to the profound strength of the body suddenly lose strength, their muscles relax, blood flow slows down, and the huge gravity that has not been experienced for a long time returns instantly. On the body, it seems as if a huge stone mountain is pressed down on the shoulders.

The vast majority of students can't bear this kind of pain, so they can only keep their heads close to the ground in order to alleviate the physical pain.

Only Wu Zhengying stubbornly raised his head, his eyes were red, and his canthus was about to split——

There was a buzzing in the boy's ears, and he almost heard the "chucking" sound of the spine being overwhelmed and the bones and joints trembling and rubbing.

But invisible, there is a strange force supporting him, let him grab the stone bricks on the ground, dig his fingertips into the cracks of the stone, desperately drag the unconscious body, crawling inch by inch toward the extremely familiar figure ahead. .

"who are you?"

Every word is forced out of the teeth, mixed with blood, like a neigh.

"You are not Brother Cong, who are you?!"

The sky was dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, black clouds were pressing on the top, mountain rain was coming, and the violent cold wind whizzed past the boy's cheeks like a blade.

"Wu Cong"'s eyebrows twisted for a moment.

In an instant, the black mist dissipated slightly, revealing half of the young man's twisted face, his eyes flashed brightly, his straight nose was reddish, his bright thin lips opened slightly like human blood, and he made half of his mouth.

"go".

It may also be "escape".

Wu Zhengying's eyes were red.

Shuiguang dangled from his dark and bright eyes, hung in the corners of his eyes, staring at the front with wide-open eyes, his face flushed, and an expression of hatred.

"Stop, you...stop!"

He squatted and said, every word seemed to squeeze out the last trace of his body's strength, his fingertips were deeply inserted into the crevices of the stone, his round nails almost broke, and the intense pain of his ten fingers turned into invisible strength, supporting it. The boy climbed up on the stone steps little by little.

The expression of "Wu Cong" only changed for a moment.

In the next second, he returned to the appearance of rigid facial features, and his smile was chilling.

"Unexpectedly, there are people who can arouse your consciousness." The young man said to himself.

The corner of his left cheek and mouth suddenly twitched, his eyes turned strangely in two different directions, half of his face twitched like a seizure, and he suddenly returned to calm.

The young man raised his hand to cover his face and smiled lowly.

"I don't need to kill him," he murmured, "The old man is full of peaches and plums. This little guy is also an old man’s student. I will not do anything to do nothing. You see, these people will be my continuous supply of nourishment. Until death."

"This is your honor." The young man tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes swept across the dense crowd of collapsed people in front of him, "You are participating in the greatest miracle in history-a miracle that began in chaos and finally eternal!"

He gradually raised his tone, said this argument with a big laugh, and then flung his sleeves and turned around, a huge phantom flashed, and the orchid leaves rolled, swaying into a rippling arc like deep ocean waves.

The youth wanted to leave.

But there was a thin hand, slowly but firmly poking out from behind, fingertips dripping with blood, tightly holding the young man's boots.

"You can't go." Wu Zhengying's eyes were bloodshot, and he said cruelly, "You return Brother Cong!"

The young man turned his head and glanced contemptuously, condescendingly, his expression gloomy.

He lifted his foot, the studs of the cowhide boots were cold, and kicked hard—

It ran across the back of the young man's hand.

As the blade slashed across, the back of Wu Zhengying's white hands suddenly cracked and became bloody.

Wu Zhengying's teeth were locked tightly, without saying a word, he chewed the pain to pieces and swallowed, and his body was so tight that he trembled violently. Even so, he still clenched the young man's ankle, allowing blood to drip down his fingers and drip. On the bluestone pavement.

"Wu Cong"'s eyes gradually changed.

"Stupid boy," he sighed, "you asked for it."

The shadow of the sly butterfly orchid suddenly darkened, the energy surged, the strong wind howled, and the world was also dimmed by three points in an instant, like a demon summoning the eternal night, the black cloud obscured the sun, dispelling the light, carrying gusts of wind and showers, and weighed down heavily.

It slowly protruded a long stem.

This is different from the stems and leaves wrapped around other students. The colorful halo covers the awl-like slender tip, and black and white light and shadow flash alternately. Not far away, Xie Ziyou, who was unconscious, just woke up and saw this scene when he opened his eyes—

The dim light and shadow, confused and dark, suddenly shot directly with the momentum of thunder, the snake probed his neck, and bit the side of the young man's neck in one bite!

Wu Zhengying's eyes went pale for a moment.

The humming noise drowned all the noise in an instant.

He lay on the ground in a daze, feeling that there was something invisible and colorless, but extremely important things were being pulled out of his body in a thread, and the patter of rain finally fell, at first it was two or three raindrops, and then quickly expanded into a pouring. In the torrential rain, big raindrops like catapults violently hit the bluestone steps in front of the boy.

It's so cold, Wu Zhengying thought in a daze, so cold.

Through the skin and flesh, it is cold into the bone marrow, and it is deeper than that.

The soul trembled deeply, and the great fear that originated from life's most instinct caught him in an instant, as the sea surged upwards, slowly overflowing the top of his head.

The luster in the boy's eyes gradually dissipated, and his five fingers let out his strength, gently hanging down.

Bright white awns dripped from the side of the fallen young man's neck, fell into the sharp cone-shaped branches, and quietly flowed into the phantom behind the young man.

A step away, the young man with a rickety back smiled evilly, and slowly licked his lips.

"It's naive." He shook his head lightly, exclaimed like an elder, and sighed, "Eternal chaos, opening up the sky, swallowing even the sky, eating a little life and soul power, it is just a routine operation. I only absorb your profound strength cultivation base, you are not even grateful?"

There was silence.

Only the long wind is stern and the torrential rain is like a note.

The student who was still struggling just now showed a look of despair, quietly lying on the ground, letting the rainstorm raging on top of his head, soaking his clothes, but did not dare to move the slightest - just now he suddenly lost his profound strength and couldn't because of discomfort. Shrinking because of fear is for fear.

Only from the rear came a "Bah" of weakness and lack of breath, but full of indignation.

Xie Ziyou supported the ground with one hand while climbing the stone wall outside the courtyard with the other hand, trying to stand up.

Compared with other people, he has traveled through modern society and has not been able to adapt to profound strength for a long time. He was the first to absorb his cultivation base. Now his hands and feet have recovered a certain amount of mobility, but he is still weak and unable to move.

The sky was dim like a long night, but Xie Ziyou's reddish peach blossom eyes were faintly shining, and his round eyes stared slightly, and he nailed "Wu Cong" fiercely, wishing to fix a death ray to shoot a hole in front of him.

"You are the dean, aren't you?"

He finally wanted to understand that in this heavily guarded college, only the dean could contact anyone unhindered and not be warned by anyone.

And only the Dean, the current top powerhouse in the mainland, a ninth-level master, can approach anyone quietly and bury a secret hand on everyone.

"Wu Cong" turned around slowly.

The black smoke loomed, revealing the young man's black face, the slender black stripes like long orchid leaves around the slender neck, spreading over the forehead, blooming with a black mark of horror like a butterfly on a human face.

He grinned slightly at Xie Zi, who had raised his upper body, with a loving smile: "Girl, you should be called Master."

Xie Ziyou glared at him, thinking about me.

It's really an insult to the word Master.

His mind is running fast, eager to find a way to solve the current predicament——

too difficult.

Xie Ziyou has never resented his powerlessness so much. Relying on the system space and holding a lot of resources, he has never worried about similar problems, and the protagonist will always appear at a critical moment. They are the pride of the sky, with great luck and any difficulties. It's not difficult in front of them.

But not now.

Guan Heng is only fifth-order.

Is he also recruited? Is it also collapsing in a corner, weak and helpless, embarrassed?

Xie Ziyou's body was weak, and he had no profound protection body. The white skirt was soaked by the heavy rain and clung to his body. His long black hair was wetted by the rain, and he was blown by the cold wind. His body couldn't help trembling.

But the young man's peach blossom eyes were shining, and there was a hint of determination and fierceness faintly.

No matter what the method is to detonate this profound pill of him, if you give up this life, you must solve the villain in front of you and protect that person...

It's just a pity that I can't stand together for a day for twenty years.

Xie Ziyou's eyes were dim.

Just as he bit his teeth, he was about to rush towards the young man covered in black smoke with a manly arm as a car, suddenly a familiar and smooth voice came from the eaves behind him.

"Youyou!"

Xie Ziyou's forward momentum stagnated, and turned his head back in shock——

A few meters behind him, above the black tiles, Guan Heng stood under the pitch-black sky, breathing cramped, pale and mysterious lingering around his body, although not conspicuous, it was the only light within a few miles, shining like fireflies.

The wind and rain were like a curtain, unable to hide the sparks in the eyes of the young man, and the short hair that was **** was messy flying, sweeping across the handsome facial features like a knife.

"I'm here to save you."