Chapter 5： The villain wants to divorce 5

The grass and trees are like spirits, and the vines are waving, holding Guan Heng's feet, while raising them high, like a long whip, and winding like a snake, sweeping towards the smooth neck of the young man!

Hong'er knelt down on the ground, her eyes flushed with fierceness, and she was about to drip blood.

She whispered: "Master, don't blame Hong'er, Hong'er is also for the good of everyone."

"Hong'er has now become a cultivator, and will definitely follow the orders of the Patriarch to replace the young master and guard the family."

As her voice fell, the green grass swiftly fluttered into the wind, and rose to half a person's height in the blink of an eye.

Bahia grass is as sharp as a awn, broad-leaved grass is huge as a barrier, and the grasses gather, cross and orderly, wrapped tightly around Guan Heng like zongzi, and melted into a huge grass cocoon tall.

There were branches twitching faintly in the cocoon, and the vines swept away. The thick purple-red branches were drawn from the cocoon like huge blood vessels, and the other end spread to Hong'er.

"Gurugururu" came out from the giant cocoon, like the sound of people drinking water.

After about half of the incense stick time, the crazy vegetation slowly stagnated, and the dance movement became rigid, but it did not shrink back to its original size.

The abandoned courtyard became more and more dilapidated after this battle. The tall grass and trees penetrated the fence with spikes and hung provocatively outside the wall, showing their sharp edges.

The kneeling girl just got up.

She glanced at the giant cocoon pityingly, raised her hand and patted the dust on the corner of her clothes, the mahogany food box fell on her feet, and she kicked it extremely far.

With a "click", the golden crispy apple rolled out of the box, and it rolled several times in the dust, and stopped in front of the fence pitifully and helplessly.

"Oh, poor master."

The young girl gently stroked the thick purple-red vines in front of her, her eyes in remembrance, as if to trace the outline of the young man buried in it through the silkworm chrysalis.

But that gaze was quickly covered by a deep and harsh expression, and the girl chuckled, clutching her arms.

"Stupid young master," she sighed leisurely, "why do you have to pierce me? I thought of the favor of the young master, so I made this fruit cake specially, I wanted to leave the whole body for the young master..."

The abrupt sigh, rising with the wind.

"So... you still remember that I was kind to you."

Hong'er's pupils shrank suddenly!

She turned her head suddenly, but saw the huge cocoon burst out in an instant!

There seemed to be sharp swords, bursting out of the cocoon, and the invisible profound energy delineated in the air torn space-like fluctuations, and the densely wrapped grass blades were shattered in an instant, with thousands of fragments, shaking and falling!

"Huh—"

Sawdust drifted in the wind, one after another, slowly showing the outline of a person.

The body is long and straight, with a straight back, like a green pine.

Guan Heng's body was covered with small scars, and his handsome face was also cut with fine red marks. The blood oozes along the wound, drop by drop, falling on the ground, and then quietly infiltrating the soil.

He looked like a blood man.

But the boy's eyes are black and translucent, as bright as stars.

He said solemnly: "I remember that thirteen years ago, there was a dragon entering the sea on the east side of Bailing, causing tens of thousands of waves and flooding hundreds of villages... It was my father who snatched you from the disaster victims and saved you. A life."

There are cultivators and profound beasts in the world.

Some inaccessible deep mountains are even lurking with the Beast King, who will turn the rivers and seas when they are born, turning over like an earth dragon, and it is difficult for humans to resist.

In the early days of the natural disaster, the mud and sand were all down, and the creatures were covered in charcoal. A steady stream of floating corpses flowed into the sea, almost cutting off the river.

During that time, the world was blood-red, the wailing sound resounded from every corner of the land, the corpses in the suburbs were uncovered, and the people who were lucky enough to survive in the floods had to face the ensuing famine and disease, and had to sell them. Wife sells children in order to survive.

Hong'er clenched her silver teeth, tapped her toes, and stepped back, red marks reappeared in Xing's eyes.

"Later, I also taught you to read and read...oh, forget it, you don't like to listen if you talk too much."

Guan Heng shook his head repeatedly, and said with emotion: "Anyway, it's the truth, Sheng Mien, fighting Mien, I have a life-saving grace for you, and I will have a fatal hatred if I think about it."

Bloodshot spread in the girl's light-colored eyes.

She didn't say a word, her profound energy outputted, urging the grass and trees.

There was a strange fragrance of flowers floating in the air, but light pink flower bones formed at the tips of the huge grass blades in the courtyard. The petals were as big as a basin, and the core was spitting letters like a poisonous snake, under the head cover!

But Guan Heng moves faster than her!

The young man exercises **** weekdays, carries a half-person-high boulder around the city every day, and his feet are swift. Isn't Hong'er comparable to a weak maid raised in a deep boudoir?

Furthermore, Guan Heng repaired "Sky Devouring", and at this moment, the profound energy in his body was circulating, absorbing the cold ice energy left by Xie Ziyou. How could the profound strength of the Proud Son of Heaven rely on taking medicine to get started? Hong'er, who had just broken through the barrier of heaven and man, could match it?

Before Hong'er's flower could grow up, a large, slender and powerful hand had already floated on top of her head!

Guan Heng's palm is warm, like the scorching sun.

A weird breath immediately penetrated Hong'er from Tian Ling Gai, greedily chasing the pale red profound energy circulating in her body.

The girl's hairs were standing upright, her face turned pale, and she shouted in embarrassment, "Master, master, you can't-I'm already a cultivator, I'm useful to the Guan family!"

Guan Heng smiled.

"Cultivator?" He turned his head slightly and said, "Are you? Who saw it?"

Guan Heng's gentle smile fell in Hong'er's eyes, but it was no less than the devil's open and hideous mouth—the strange mysterious current turned around in her body, actually sucking all the profound energy and the remaining medicinal power completely, without a trace. stay!

The girl steals the pill and acts in a concealed manner. She will naturally not tell anyone until the medicine is exhausted and the realm is stable.

She concealed in every possible way and acted concealed, but now Guan Heng was cheaper.

Losing the support of profound strength, the fierce big flower leaped halfway, and fell softly from mid-air, and the vines also fell to the ground, twisting and twitching weakly.

"No, no..." The girl collapsed to the ground, her soft body shaking into a puddle of mud.

She wailed loudly: "Master, Master! Hong'er is wrong!"

The girl struggled to grab her neckline and slammed hard!

The thin underskirt was dragged by her forcefully, and it suddenly burst from it, and the tulle was shattered, revealing the rounded fragrant shoulders and large pieces of crisp back, the skin was delicate and shiny in the sun.

The girl choked and pointed to a large red mark on her back and arm, crying bitterly, "Master, have you seen it? This is the scar left by Hong's scald by boiling water when he was young. The pain is red. My son will be unforgettable forever!"

"Hong'er wants to be a cultivator, Hong'er doesn't want to be slaughtered by others!"

Looking at the girl's embarrassed and painful appearance, Guan Heng was full of emotion in his heart, and memories flashed in his eyes.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he had something to say.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Hong'er's eyes, and her heart quietly became proud, thinking that the young master was the most softhearted, she raised her head slightly, her eyes gleaming, looking forward to it.

Guan Heng: "Hiccup."

Hong'er: "..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I was eating a little bit." Guan Heng smiled apologetically and motioned, "Leave me alone, keep talking, I'm listening."

He did feel full and flustered, and the meridians were dull and painful.

The five-grade pill, the profound energy contained in it is not trivial. Guan Heng has injuries in his body. No matter how tyrannical the "Sweeping the Sky" technique is, there is always an upper limit, and it is impossible to convert all of its medicinal power into cultivation in the blink of an eye.

It's just that Guan Heng's reaction made Hong'er unexpected. Her eyes stared slightly, tears hung from the corners of her eyes, dumbfounded, and she didn't know whether to continue crying or not.

Xie Ziyou looked greedy in the bracelet and couldn't help but want to clap his hands in applause.

The protagonist's face is really refreshing. If he could stand in Hong'er's position today, how many points would he have?

Although this guy did not perform well in the morning's retiring session, but now it seems that he still has the protagonist's aura.

Take a good look, it is also a stable and reliable Aotian card points artifact.

Guan Heng, come on!

Guan Heng tilted his head slightly, eyes drooping slightly, looking at the girl in front of him.

She is delicate and timid, willow eyebrows are slender, chin is pointed, slender eyelashes are dangling with drops of water, she is full of beauty embryos.

How could he be like this in a blink of an eye when he is a loved one like his sister?

The pupils of the boy's eyes were dim.

"Crack."

The sound was crisp and sweet, like a mirror falling to the ground, breaking into slag.

That was the sound of the broken Xuan Dan in Hong'er's body.

The cultivator condenses the power of his whole body in the dantian and condenses into a pill, which is a profound pill.

If Xuan Dan is broken, it is like cutting off their limbs, hands and feet, cutting off their cultivation base, and returning to ordinary people.

The girl was greedy for the sky-high price pill, but only experienced half a day of life as a cultivator. The world of supreme, noble and unparalleled cultivators has never been associated with her ever since.

Hong'er's heart broke, and this time she really broke down completely: "Master! You can't be so cruel, Master!"

She knelt down on the ground, kowtow desperately, and without her profound protection body, bright bloodstains spread quickly across her forehead.

Guan Heng sighed softly in his heart.

He stepped over the shivering side of the girl and walked in the direction of the courtyard gate.

Xie Ziyou wondered: "You won't kill her?"

Isn't Long Aotian going to be the most savage?

Guan Heng said, "What did I kill her for?"

"She has been retributed, and losing it after owning it is more regrettable than having never had it."

Xie Ziyou thought about it, and it seemed to make sense.

He blinked his pretty peachy eyes, and suddenly said, "Don't you distrust me?"

Why dare to cultivate this technique again?

Guan Heng: "Hey, don't mind, the two evils are the lesser of them."

Xie Ziyou: "..."

Fuck.

He was part of the villain, but he played a good impression; he was a gold finger wholeheartedly, but he became "a harm" in the heart of the protagonist.

Does this still make sense?

Seeing Xie Ziyou speechless, Guan Heng couldn't help but smile, the corners of his mouth rose, and a trace of blood dripped down the corners of his lips in an instant.

The boy raised his hand to wipe off the blood on the corners of his mouth, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Man is a knife, I am a fish. You have to be flexible so that you can live a good life-don't be too rigid."

"...I'm not rigid."

"People who are too rigid are ridiculous, such as my father. Do you know what silly things my father has done? There are rumors that Miss Xie likes listening to stories, so he found a storyteller to teach me storytelling. In May, there was news that Miss Xie Jia likes to listen to operas, and he found an opera troupe to teach me how to sing. This time it has only been a week, and there are new rumors that Miss Xie Jia likes to slaughter pigs..."

"I don't like... Bah! It's better to cancel the engagement!"

"You really know my engagement." A dark color flashed through Guan Heng's eyes, and he chuckled, "Do you still insist that you are a fairy who has been sealed for many years? Don't have too many flaws."

Xie Ziyou: "..."

Where is the protagonist of the bastard, who specially demolished his wall?

He was so speechless, he only felt that Guan Heng's smiley face was abominable how it looked, and for a while, he withdrew his spiritual consciousness angrily, returned to his own body, kicked and kicked angrily on the wall of the crystal car.

After hearing the sound, the crystal carriage that was rushing through the mountain road came to a halt.

A maid tried to roll the curtain and whispered anxiously: "Miss?"

"No need to come in, I'm fine!"

Xie Ziyou hurriedly squeezed his throat and shouted, suddenly feeling a little strange again.

He lifted half of the curtain, looked around, and asked in confusion, "Where is Youqin?"

The four maidservants around Xie Ziyou, Youqin, Xingqi, Liushu, and Ninghua. Among them, Youqin is the leading one. They take care of his diet and daily life and are the most intimate.

He made some noise in the carriage, and Yuqin was the first to inquire.

It was Liu Shu who was waiting outside the car at the moment.

The young girl bowed her head and lowered her eyebrows, her delicate eyebrows showed upset, and she whispered: "Miss, Sister Youqin...I lost something in Luo County and want to go back to get it. She didn't dare to bother Miss, she said that she would take it out by herself. Hurry back."

Xie Ziyou's white hands twisted the thin curtain, and a trace of doubt flashed in the beautiful peach blossom eyes.

He wanted to ask what he was missing, but then he thought about it. Although he was the master, he didn't ask the maidservant about all the private affairs.

That's it.

Thinking about this, Xie Ziyou put down the curtain, dropped the sentence "Go slower, wait for Youqin to follow", then continued to get distracted, and went back to Guanheng.

As soon as his mind returned to the bracelet, he was stunned by a series of faintly anxious calls.

Guan Heng lightly shook the bracelet to the sun, calling out one after another: "Fairy? Senior? Little ghost? Haunt? Hey, are you still there?"

Xie Ziyou's spiritual consciousness stuck to the jade bracelet. This sapphire bracelet was equivalent to his temporary body. After being swayed by Guan Heng in the sun for a long time, he was dizzy for a while and couldn't help kicking on the edge of the jade bracelet.

He angrily said: "Call me senior!"

The jade bracelet made a crisp sound of jade strikes.

Guan Heng immediately stopped, and Cong Shanru said, "Where did the predecessor just go, why didn't he respond?"

Xie Ziyou became angry when he saw Guan Heng's face, and said in a bad mood: "I didn't go there, I just don't want to pay attention to you... Why, you are allowed to test me, and I am not allowed to be angry?"

"Eh, nothing."

Guan Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the vivid and vivid voice in his mind.

He blinked and said with a smile: "Well, it's me who is wrong, I will apologize for you."

This is pretty much the same.

Xie Ziyou thought with satisfaction, if this person weren't so smart and obedient, it would be great.

Guan Heng was wounded all over, and while trying to digest the profound energy he had drawn from Hong'er, he asked Xie Ziyou: "Senior, I still have a question."

Xie Ziyou: "You said."

Guan Heng: "I..."

The boy's voice stopped abruptly.

He had just stepped out of the hospital gate with half his foot and turned around to look, but he saw that the fence gate was densely packed with people standing outside, silent and solemn, and black clouds pressed against a large area, like a black cloud pressing down on a city.

The sight of Xie Ziyou was blocked by the towering fence just now, and Guan Heng was seriously injured again, and neither of them noticed that Xie Ziyou was confined to the bracelet.

Those people surrounded the small courtyard with a serious expression and cold eyes, looking at Guan Heng's expression as if they were looking at a dead person.

The middle-aged man at the front has a square face with Chinese characters, his small beard flutters with the wind, his hands behind him, his long lapel is loose, and he falls to the ground, but his face is slightly yellow, as if his kidney qi is insufficient.

Surprisingly, it is the head of the Guan family.

Looking at the crowd in front of him, Guan Heng's feet were slightly stagnant.

The comer is not good.

Xie Ziyou's heart was also tense, and he thought flusteredly, when did these people come?

Before or after Hong'er's assassination?

But if before...

Xie Ziyou's heart trembled, Deng Jue thought carefully and was terrified, and shook his head hurriedly, suppressing the sudden thoughts.

Tiger poison still doesn't eat seeds.

Wouldn't there be such a cruel father, watching his son be drained of blood?

Guan Heng probably had the same idea.

Various expressions in his eyes changed one after another, and finally he was suppressed by the deep dark color of the deep sea.

The boy stepped forward two steps, and showed a big smile to the expressionless middle-aged man, his voice pretending to be affectionate and said: "Father—"

The middle-aged man's thick and thick brow suddenly wrinkled, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Nizi, you kneel down for me!"

The cold wind suddenly started.

A piece of crow bird was disturbed by the roar, flapping its wings, Ullala flew from the branch and fled towards the distant sky. However, the weak and small bodies appeared to be large groups due to the gathering, casting dark shadows on the ground.

Guan Heng was silent for a moment, and the corners of his eyes flushed silently.

He raised his head slightly, blinked his eyes a few times, and said aggrieved: "Father, what did I make wrong, what are you doing with such a big battle?"

The head of the Guan family looked at the boy coldly.

With a serious expression, he said without a smile: "You are harassing the cultivator and causing serious trouble to the family. This is one of the crimes."

"Speaking rudely to Miss Xie Jia is the second crime."

"It's three crimes to indulge a maidservant to steal the pill secretly."

"Several crimes go hand in hand, even if you are my son, you cannot escape punishment now. I declare that from today, you will be forbidden in this small courtyard for a time limit...forever."

The scorching sun is like a melting pot, making people dry, and there is a fire called anxiety from the bottom of my heart.

The sun was too strong, but it was extremely dazzling. The grass blades on the roadside were stubborn and struggling to breathe.

Xie Ziyou put his head in a guilty conscience and couldn't bear to look at Guan Heng's expression.

He was asked to play the villain, but he had a conscience in his heart.

Although he knew that this was just a small obstacle before the protagonist soared into the sky, he heard Guan Heng's rapid and sad breathing, and looked at the boy's reddish eyes. He still throbbed and felt guilty and uneasy.

Then he heard Guan Heng speak in a low voice, his voice hoarse: "Father, if you are being held hostage, please blink your eyes."

At the same time, the young man's long sleeves flicked lightly, and the black brocade robes swept across the air, and a crystal drizzle was filled in a trance.

The man opposite said nothing, expressionless.

But gradually, his eyelashes trembled, his eye sockets became red at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eyelids were heavy as a mountain, and he blinked violently.

There seemed to be water light emerging from the man's eyes, and his eyes became brighter under the sun, quickly accumulating in the bottom of his eyes, rushing out of the corners of his eyes.

"I knew it!"

Guan Heng seemed to have received mercy, and immediately jumped up, his eyes were clear, and there was fire swaying in his black pupils.

"Father, what you said is really not the truth, my son knows that you love his son the most!"

"Since it is inconvenient to speak frankly today, it is better to make an appointment another day. Father waits a moment and son withdraws to respect..."

Guan Heng spoke extremely fast, while speaking, rubbing oil on the soles of his feet, his figure swerved, and he was about to flee towards the side of the crowd. His broken hair was flicked by the breeze, reflecting the dazzling light like diamonds.

The middle-aged man's expression finally cracked, his eyes flushed, and he roared loudly: "...Shut up, you stinky kid!"

"Which Wang Ba Laozi taught you to hold the ashes in your hand?!"