Chapter 48： The villain wants to eat braised pork ribs 5

Xie Heng doesn't know whether to hug or not, but there is something wrong with his body and perception, which is certain.

That day, after the sudden bone erosion pain, an indescribable warmth spread throughout the body. Even in the cold and long night, in the continuous rain, Xie Heng still felt like a warm sun sprinkled orange on his head. The brilliance and warmth envelop him, and the rhythm of blood pulses can be faintly heard by his ears. Raising his hand to touch the void, it seems to be touching a fine brocade.

Delicate, soft, and flexible, it can poke shallow nests with one finger.

The faint fruity fragrance lingers around the nose, as if the warm fragrant nephrite is in my arms, which makes people uncontrollable.

Whenever Xie Heng's mood relaxes, this strange feeling lingers; but when Xie Heng holds his breath, trying to feel it carefully and find out, it is like the wind passing over the branches, swaying in midair and disappearing. Without a trace.

Xie Heng was puzzled.

After several days of experimentation and thinking, at a certain inadvertent moment, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: This is probably the legendary post-traumatic stress disorder?

Uh... weird.

Xie Heng twisted the handle of the axe in distress, thinking that not only did he perceive something wrong, but his mind was also dangerous. What kind of "post-traumatic stress disorder" was a weird and unfamiliar statement. Where did he hear it?

Why is there no impression at all?

While wandering around the world, he easily raised his axe, holding a sword flower in his hand, and the sharp axe drew a graceful arc in the air. Xie Heng's wrist was shaking, and the heavy axe made him use a light and thin sword. It feels like a few combos, the sword gas exploded, and the wooden block in front of him cracked and shattered into countless small slags.

Xie Heng: ...that's bad!

Before he had packaged and picked up the sawdust all over the floor, the wooden door turned away with a "creak", and Xu Wan'er's half-grey little face was revealed.

"Big Brother Xie," she called, "has the firewood been chopped? It's time to cook!"

"Wait a minute!" Xie Heng shouted.

He hurriedly swung the sawdust to the ground, picked up another log from his feet, pressed it firmly on the pile with his left hand, and gestured with the axe in his right hand, but still felt awkward.

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

After thinking about it, for some reason, the young man's thoughts suddenly came through.

Xie Heng focused on the sword before, never caring about other weapons, but now he fantasizes about holding the sword in his hand, his dull five fingers are quietly clenched, and a trembling familiarity and joy suddenly surges from his soul.

"Swish!"

A few white lights passed by, straight cracks broke apart on the log, still converging into the original state, but Xie Heng raised his hand, and after a light touch, it immediately scattered into a piece of wood strips of equal length.

The pieces of wood fell from the stakes and rolled on the mud a few times, quietly stagnating.

Xie Heng lowered his head in a daze, looking at the fine lines on his palm, his heart was stunned.

Could it be said that in addition to his talent in kendo, he also has a different aptitude in swordsmanship?

...

Xie Ziyou didn't know how the protagonist was puzzled, and he couldn't even allocate much energy to pay attention to the increase in points. Xie Jiawang's education model is simply purgatory, and it makes him miserable every day.

Regardless of swordsmanship or body skills, he still drinks a big bowl of black concoction every day, and every day the cheap wife Wang Yun comes in person and watched him drink all of them.

Even in front of her own son, the woman still smeared grease and powder, wore red and green, her nails and thin lips were as red as blood, and there was a greasy scent when she walked. Although her smile was sweet, she could see Xie Ziyouxin's hair and hair.

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

The result proved that it is indeed a tonic, which is made by decoction of various top-grade elixir. Each bowl can help Xie Ziyou remove impurities in his body, make his bones and bones clear and spiritual, and greatly accelerate the speed of cultivation.

Xie Ziyou rubbed the inspection report, his rounded fingertips pinched a clear circle on the edge of the paper, and whispered suspiciously: "Why don't I believe it so..."

He always felt that Wang Yun didn't really care about herself. In her eyes, her own son might just be a relatively easy tool to help her grasp her husband's heart and ensure her life in her twilight years.

That's it, Xie Ziyou has a headache.

He is here to play the villain, not to ask for maternal love, and to seek true love in the fantasy continent where the strong is respected. Isn't that a show?

Guan Heng is the most special protagonist Xie Ziyou has ever seen. Such an encounter...no need to ask for extravagance, and it is impossible to have a second time.

Thinking of Guan Heng, Xie Ziyou couldn't help feeling sad. He shook his head, tried to hold back his heart-wrenching thoughts, got up and opened the window to let the bright sun shine on him.

The breeze gently stroked the boy's white cheeks, and opened his eyes with sadness.

There was a sudden noise not far from the door.

From a distance, Xie Ziyou vaguely heard someone scolding and shouted: "She can't run far, chase!"

Xie Ziyou's curiosity was aroused, and he pulled the system and asked, "What's going on over there?"

The little bee flapped its wings, got out of the window, and flew towards the place where the voice was full of voices. Soon, the system returned and told Xie Ziyou: "They are hunting down the former maid of the protagonist, saying that she stole things from the host's house."

The word "protagonist" is like a key word. Xie Ziyou's expression was @ and urged: "What did she steal?"

"The only relic left by the protagonist's mother, a piece of jade."

"Oh?" Xie Ziyou's eyes lit up, "Can she escape?"

The system said: "It's choking."

"Xie’s family is heavily guarded. There are police posts within a radius of the mansion. It is not easy for her to escape from the mansion, but she wants to escape from this mountain again... it's almost a foolish dream."

Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.

The white fingertips tapped under the edge of the window lattice, knocking out a light and low muffled sound. The Zhumu window lattice was slightly cool, soaked in the humidity of the night, silently spreading over the juvenile's round fingertips.

After a long silence, Xie Ziyou asked softly: "What if she is caught back?"

"Dip the pig cage? Or five horses to divide the body, it will always die miserably, after all, you have to kill the chicken and the monkey.

Xie Ziyou frowned with delicate long eyebrows.

"...Youyou, do you want to save her?"

The system danced lightly in the sun, hovering in front of Xie Ziyou. Xie Ziyou breathed slightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his small nose. It looked at the clear and moist eyes of the boy, and found the hidden under eyes through the beautiful amber color. Can't bear and hesitate.

"It's okay to save, the protagonist doesn't know anyway."

The little bee drew a clear arc, its almost transparent thin wings reflected fluorescence, and its back was dyed with faint gold patterns. After buzzing for a moment, it floated on the soft black hair of the young man.

"Even if she escaped, she didn't meet the protagonist so quickly. No matter if we can't save it now, when the protagonist learns about his maid's situation, we mostly have completed the mission and left the scene."

"Youyou, do what you want. I know that doing the villain task is extremely difficult."

Many people, many people who were kind at first, destroy themselves in the day-to-day villain missions, and eventually become the appearance that they all hate... The system has seen such tragedies.

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

A little slower is a little slower, and performance is a little worse. System 011 thinks that it wants his host to complete the task happily. When it finally collects enough points and returns, even if it has gone through thousands of sails, it can still preserve a youthful mind.

"Give you."

The bee flapped its wings and appeared out of nowhere in black clothes, and landed at Xie Ziyou's hand. Vibrating clothes with flying sleeves, neat and restrained, like a thick ink that can't be opened.

Also dropped with a white fox mask, with a thin snout, reddish lines on the cheeks, and a flaming line on the forehead, blazing and flamboyant.

Xie Ziyou was dumbfounded: "Why do you... still keep this stuff?"

This is the attire he used to hide his identity when he did the first mission. As a complete newcomer, Xie Ziyou could only buy ordinary clothes and masks at Wish World. Later, with points and system redemption space, Xie Ziyou never thought of this thing-street goods, worthless, he thought he had thrown it away a long time ago.

Unexpectedly, the system is still closed.

This guy, it's not safe to think that by then, he will fall to the point of being impoverished in the future, right?

...

Xie Heng's condition is very poor.

Just after cutting the firewood, an inexplicable feeling of heart palpitations suddenly hit him, the sky and the earth were dim, the light was dim, the young man probed his hand in a daze, his five fingers randomly touched a few in the air, and finally touched a hard and rough place.

It should be a stone wall.

In the next second, he completely lost the light, all the noisy light was evacuated at the speed of light, and even his breathing became stagnant and weak. In the trance, Xu Wan'er's scream was stretched and elongated, and the ending sound gradually dissipated, making it unrealistic.

What exactly happened here?

Xie Heng thought sadly, am I fainting?

No, how can I be conscious when I fainted? Wouldn't I be... sudden, death, right?

But when the young man was in a hurry, he gradually heard a sound in his ear.

It was the sound of fighting, Xie Heng’s most familiar sword sound, collision of gold and stone, and war with blades. Numerous mysterious techniques exploded on his side, stirring up strong winds, and the impact was surging like oceans, waves were continuous, and slaps violently one after another. in his body.

The sword sounds sharp and sharp, as sharp as a sharp arrow. Even if it is mixed in the chaos of fighting, it is still out of the ordinary, unrestrained and light, as if passing by the turbulent flowers, the clothes are fluttering, and the look is leisurely, but not the slightest swordsman. .

Good swordsmanship, Xie Heng thought.

The world he lives in seems to be in sync with the sword holder. With Xie Heng's ear power and insight, he can clearly identify the swordsman's agile and fast footwork, which is consistent with the sword technique, and is hidden into the realm of Dao Yun.

When the fight was fierce, bright and sharp flashes flashed around the boy from time to time. With the help of that moment of light, Xie Heng accurately captured a glimmer of snow and cold light, sharp and unimpeded, sword aura was vertical and horizontal, setting off thousands of winds.

The figure is rustling, with a sword of light.

The hand holding the sword was slender and fair, as if he was a man, and he should be similar to Xie Heng in age.

Xie Heng tried to keep his eyes wide open, but the light around him was so bad that he could only catch a glimpse of his sleeves flying up, and the blades of grass flying wherever the sword went, decayed and rotten, and the besieging people fell down like grass.

Although not as good as Xie Heng's peak, but not far behind.

Xie Heng looked at Pianfei's sword light, his eyes grew fascinated, and he almost forgot his situation. His talents are far superior to ordinary people, and his vision is extremely high. In addition, the Xie family's attitude towards him is very indifferent. Since childhood, Xie Heng has not many friends, let alone confidants.

Now that I can see, Xie Heng's heart is immediately a little excited, only hates the darkness around him, and can't say anything.

Who is this person?