Chapter 15： The villain wants to divorce 15

"mushroom?"

Wu Zhengying seemed to have heard a good joke, laughed loudly, his whole body surged, rising steadily.

"It's all here for assessment, what kind of mushrooms do you grow?"

The young man grinned, his eyes revealed a fierce look: "Stop talking nonsense, hand over Yuhuan!"

Forcing a murderous spirit to pounce on his face.

Guan Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the sharp point of the sword pointing to the center of his eyebrows with a domineering attitude of the young man who had no way of coming before him, his heart gradually surging up with a hint of unhappiness.

He hated the feeling of being pointed at with a sword.

It reminded him two years ago, on the side of the precipice, Youqin's cold and arrogant and merciless sword that split the mountain and gravel.

At that time, he was weak and weak, and could only rely on You You to break free from the deadlock, and he almost put You You in distress.

But now...

Guan Heng's eyes darkened.

The hands behind his back quietly flipped, and a small grayish white cyclone suddenly appeared, silently, and was held in his palm.

Although the cyclone is small, it dances at extremely fast speed, and the periphery is sharp as blades, and the center is dark as a deep abyss, and the sound of a sharp sound of space tearing is faintly heard.

Xie Ziyou hid behind, seeing the situation developing like this, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Jingcheng Wujia is the first sharpening stone he personally selected for Guan Heng.

The family background and eldest brother behind Wu Zhengying can put enough pressure on Guan Heng and arouse the protagonist's enterprising spirit to the greatest extent.

just…

Xie Ziyou's eyes faintly disappeared.

His eyes were bright, the gilt-like water gleamed quietly, and his peach blossom eyes did not blink, staring closely at Guan Heng's thin and slender figure standing in front of the tree. The black-yellow profound energy stirred and spread, and the momentum grew stronger, blowing Wu Zhengying's brown-black long-sleeved hunting noise.

A cultivator, the deeper his cultivation base, the sharper his five senses, and he vaguely heard the sharp and sharp sound of the wind tearing.

Although it is not clear where the voice came from, the young man in front of him has his eyes drooping slightly, his body is long and jade, and there is an invisible wind all over his body that suddenly oscillates, and his aura soars into the sky, like a sharp sword that has hidden its front for a long time and is about to unsheath!

Very strong!

Wu Zhengying's pupils contracted, not afraid of rejoicing.

Come on, the young man thought vigorously, let me learn the tricks of the world's geniuses!

But things backfired.

After a while, Guan Heng's fierce aura fell instead of rising.

Before he got out of the scabbard, his sharp spirit had been restrained.

The palm cyclone was not completely formed, so he was quietly crushed.

Guan Heng sighed suddenly.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, slowly converging his aura, and wrote lightly: "Nothing."

It's just an arrogant family son.

He has always had a peaceful mind and doesn't like disputes. In the past few years in the Guanfu, he has inscribed the word "forbearance" into his bones. Although he doesn't like Wu Zhengying's aggressive attitude, he fought hard...

No need.

It's just a little mushroom, it's not worth worrying about.

Guan Heng took a breath, put a smile on his face, and said in a slow tone: "I have lived here in Luoling for two years. This is the first time I have met other people."

"We are also destined, why don't we... make friends?"

Wu Zhengying: "???"

I took off my pants, you opened your mouth to make friends?

What a joke!

Xie Ziyou, who was hiding behind, poked his head and looked around, sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, it's not that simple.

Guan Heng's Buddhism... is really beyond ordinary people.

He held his forehead with his hands, his thoughts were flying, and his mind was very complicated for a time.

There is still a follow-up to the plan, he still has an afterthought to irritate Guan Heng, but that one is really a bit...

During Xie Ziyou's thoughts, Wu Zhengying's face was slightly angry, the corners of her eyes curled slightly, her eyes were contemptuous, and she asked in a deep voice, "According to you, do you want to admit defeat?"

"Uh…"

Guan Heng hesitated for a moment, looked at the hot gaze of the young man in front of him, and finally nodded helplessly.

"Then count me as losing," he said, "if this is important to you..."

"Fuck your mother!"

Wu Zhengying's face was as sinking as water, her neck was thick and red, and she gasped and yelled: "I despise you for this kind of trash who loses without a fight. I simply delay Lao Tzu's time-give up your hand and give it to you. Lao Tzu has no time to talk to you. Consumption!"

"Are you listening to me..."

Guan Heng couldn't laugh or cry, and repeated: "I have lived here for two years, and I am not a person to participate in any assessment. Just now I said so much, can you only hear the word "lost"?"

Wu Zhengying was immediately stunned.

Not here for assessment?

He raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and looked up and down around Guan Heng with an unbelievable look-the young man has handsome eyebrows, but he is indeed a little shabby, with long hair and seaweed-like hair that draped frizzly on his shoulders.

The clothes are also extremely simple, seeming to be woven from animal skins.

The stitches are awkward, and the corners are lined with messy threads, which can be wrapped around a pair of slender and powerful legs. The skin is exposed to the sun all year round, showing a reddish **** wheat color.

"Are you really an aboriginal here?" Wu Zhengying was still a little unbelievable. "In a place like Luoling, you can live alone for two years?"

Guan Heng smiled bitterly: "It's a long story."

"Actually, I was expelled by my family, and the situation forced me to hide in this deep mountain. Fortunately, I still traveled to accompany me..."

Before he finished speaking, a harsh scream suddenly sounded behind him, piercing the eardrums of the two of them like needles.

"Brother Wu, he lied!"

With a tremor in his mind, Guan Heng turned around suddenly—

While the two of them were facing each other, the young Huangshan didn't know when he touched his side, and at this moment, he leaned down and picked up a green jade bracelet from under the tree.

The boy's eyes were bent into two thin slits, and even the pockmarks of his cheeks were faintly glowing red.

He raised his brows, raised his jade bracelet, and pointed at Guan Heng triumphantly: "Look, Brother Wu, he has a jade ring, so he is clearly the candidate for this time!"

"How dare we blind our brother Wu-do you think we can't find Yuhuan by throwing it under the tree?"

The corners of the young boy's lips were almost up to the sky, his nostrils were turned to the sky, his lips were closed, and he talked a lot, his voice was sharp and his tone was mean, but Guan Heng didn't hear a word.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, his eyes widened, and he stared at the jade ring in the young man's hand-the green color, delicate and smooth, the unique sense of jade, and the exquisite soft light reflected in the sun.

It is as if the sun shines in the morning, and the beautiful bamboo forest is tall and magnificent, and the morning dew slowly drips down the tall and straight bamboo joints, sweeping across the slender and sharp leaves.

The color and size, the shape that he can trace when he closes his eyes, the touch that is unforgettable in his sleep, he has held it tightly in his arms countless times, using the icy temperature felt by his skin...

That is Yuyou.

Tour!

How dare this man move his roam!

He unexpectedly-he, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, dare? !

Huangshan teenager is still chattering.

But as he was talking, a chill suddenly came, and it spread rapidly along the spine, and the boy's tongue was numb, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Wu Zhengying reacted more sharply, her eyes swept away, and her heart trembled for a while.

The mountain boy in front of them seemed to have suddenly changed.

A peaceful smile narrowed from the corner of Guan Heng's mouth, and the softness in his eyes was swept away. He hung his head slightly, his messy hair wafting in the wind, and the blue veins on his vigorous arm collapsed, and three or four clearly visible lavender blood vessels emerged.

The colorless cyclone appeared in an instant, hovering in the air, entangled with sharp aura, and the mighty momentum rolled in, like a thunderbolt, ten thousand swords screamed together, Wu Zhengying's ears buzzed, and he took a half step back subconsciously!

The strong wind blows, brushing the black hair in front of his forehead, revealing a pair of murderous pupils.

Wu Zhengying trembled uncontrollably, and his right hand could hardly hold the hilt of the sword—the moment he looked at Guan Heng, he was in a daze thinking that what stood in front of him was not a person, but a ferocious beast in human skin!

what's the situation?

The young man's feet seemed to be nailed, he didn't dare to move, and his heart screamed wildly: What's the situation?

Guan Heng looked at the two coldly.

The rush and anxiety that has never been seen before, such as a monstrous wave, instantly defeated all his composure and self-sufficiency.

He opened his thin lips slightly, and every word was pressed against the tip of his tongue, biting his heart.

"Put, him, return, me!"