Chapter 20： The villain wants to divorce 20

"Junior Sister, I said this little boy is a bit weird."

Wu Cong squinted slightly, looking at the whistling circling wind in the distance, with his hands behind his back, calmly said: "Wait, wait and see how the brother can clean him up!"

The young man stood facing the wind, hunting in his pale blue sleeves, with a handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing.

But the "girl" beside her showed no sympathy.

Xie Ziyou's face was frosty, his head tilted slightly, and his tone was not salty or light: "Oh, brother, can you do it?"

nonsense!

How can a man say no at this time!

"Don't worry, sister, even if the brother fights his life, he will definitely protect you!"

Wu Cong's eyes gleamed.

This kind of opportunity to show off your majesty and heroic appearance in front of the junior sisters is really rare!

Fairy Xie is cold, and she rarely goes out on weekdays. Almost all the people in the Central Academy hold her goddess in her arms. When she goes out, she is often surrounded by servants. Where can she encounter any danger?

A coincidence like today is truly rare in a lifetime.

Moreover, although the junior's cultivation base is strong, the combat experience is lacking. Seeing the opponent's battle, without telling them, I'm afraid it is also fearful in my heart.

In the final analysis, right now is a good time for him to show off his power!

"Junior sister, don't be afraid, hide behind me."

The young man’s excitement was overwhelming, and he chattered for a while: "The next trick that the brother will use is created when the brother was sixteen. It is called'liusha river'. It can gather wind and sand into a waterfall and drown the enemy..."

Xie Ziyou couldn't bear it, and with a wave of his hand, a light blue profound energy whip was pulled away, wrapped around Wu Cong's waist, and rolled him to one side.

Is this person stupid?

The other side is already manipulating the wind waterfall, is he rolling yellow sand?

Is this attacking Guan Heng or helping Guan Heng beat himself?

A red-eyed Guan Heng has already caused a very headache. At this critical moment, this stupid lack has come to add to his confusion.

Xie Ziyou took a deep breath and held his breath.

Three thousand green silks fluttered quietly, and the "girl" put out her slender hands, gently swiping her fingertips in the air.

The azure blue profound energy that is crystal clear like a stream flows out from your fingertips, swaying in the wind, turning into countless tiny points of light like crystals.

The fine points exude a hazy halo like moonlight, flying lightly in the direction of the whirlwind, and when approaching Guan Heng, they all make a crisp sound of ice crystal breaking, like a white cocoon breaking open.

The slender tentacles protruded from the crystal points, shaking a few times in the whirlwind, and then stretched out in the air, unfolding the ethereal, graceful, almost transparent ice-blue butterfly wings under the sun.

As more and more butterflies broke out of the cocoon, Xie Ziyou's icy and snowy cheeks fainted with an overdrawn light red, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, hanging down to block the blue eyes.

Using this trick puts a heavy load on him.

But Xie Ziyou didn't have much choice.

Guan Heng was already scarred, and his mentality collapsed. He wanted to stun the protagonist, but also to ensure that the methods were gentle and could not aggravate the boy's injuries.

This trick is dreamlike, and the "Han Die Wu" that can lead people into dreams is the best choice.

Although the load was high, the effect was obvious. As Qing Wu flew more and more cold butterflies, Guan Heng's figure in the distance became more shaky, and the long knife in his hand could hardly be pinched, his profound strength dissipated and disappeared in the wind.

The moment the black light disappeared, the mighty wind in the sky gradually faded away, and the thick clouds drifted away, revealing the blue sky behind, with a faint light golden sunlight shining down like a golden rain curtain.

"thump!"

The boy fell in a daze, his heavy eyelids gradually closed.

A **** teardrop ran slowly down the corner of his eyes, falling on the ground, and being absorbed by the land full of blood.

Xie Ziyou took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and let out a long sigh in his heart.

It's finally over.

Next, he only needs to find an excuse to "handle Guan Heng", find a hidden and safe valley and throw people away, and he will be able to retreat.

...It's over soon.

Xie Ziyou really didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a minute or a second.

"I will throw him out of the examination room."

Xie Ziyou kicked his feet and flew into the air.

"Wait, Junior Sister!" Wu Cong was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed behind and shouted, "This kind of dirty work and tiring work can be handed over to senior brother, my soil department, digging thief quickly, junior sister—"

In mid-air, the girl in white clothes hunted, her eyes were cold and deaf.

But before Xie Ziyou fell in front of Guan Heng, who was in a coma, the corners of his clothes suddenly trembled and the tulle trembled, seeming to be very anxious.

WTF?

Xie Ziyou frowned.

He hesitated for a moment, put his hand into the collar of his clothes and fumbled for a while, and took out a crystal clear crystal from his arms.

The crystal is white, with the edges polished into a smooth arc, and the light inside is brilliant, with light black lines flowing, like a fish swimming, gradually forming a line of small characters.

[Take him back to the hospital]

Xie Ziyou tightened the two willow eyebrows a little bit, his eyes flickering.

This crystal is his master, the dean of the Central Academy's liaison to several of their disciples. It is much higher than the one he gave to Youqin, and it can convey simple text messages for a short time.

However, the energy consumption of this advanced recall order has also increased exponentially. With Xie Ziyou's cultivation level as high as the seventh step, it can drive the crystal to display one word at most.

Xie Ziyou was silent for a long time, puzzled: "How does the dean know what happened thousands of miles away?"

"Why does he want me to take Guan Heng back?"

The system sighed and said, "Since he wants to see Guan Heng, at least he doesn't want to take the protagonist's life."

"If you want to go a little bit, maybe this is not a bad thing?"

Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth.

……hope so.

He turned his head and suddenly looked at Wu Cong.

The young man's face was dark, his eyes were full of anger, and he held a crystal that was exactly the same in his hands. The tadpole-like travel patterns gradually condensed. Obviously, he had received the same news as Xie Ziyou.

The dean passed the news to both of them.

Xie Ziyou and Wu Cong were floating in the air, the other standing still on the ground. Wu Zhengying, who didn't know the reason behind them, shouted "Brother Cong", her eyes were facing each other, and she looked at each other for a while, and her heart was full of regret.

With the other party's testimony, it is inconvenient to destroy the body/pretend not to see it.

...

Although the Central Academy is in the center of the mainland, it occupies an area of ​​10,000 acres. It is not a plain building on the plains of a map, but surrounded by mountains and rivers, with many mountains and mountains.

Among them, the mountains are steep, the water is rushing, and there is no lack of dangerous places such as dangerous rocks and high cliffs. They are not only a place for students to practice, but also play a part of penalty deterrence.

The famous "Thinking over the Cliff" is one of them.

Surrounded by water, lonely peaks stand upright, and the peak of thinking is thousands of feet high. From a distance, it looks like a daisy green, with faint white steam like mist and clouds, and silk ribbons lingering on it, ethereal and full of elegance.

The peculiar thing is that the mountain peak still has pine trees at a lower altitude, and the green trees are overcast, but starting from about a kilometer, the sky and the earth miraculously draw a line for the lonely peak-above the kilometer, think about it. The peak is a barren land with almost no grass growing. There is no green at all. There are only bald cliffs and white snow covering it that has not changed for a hundred years.

The mountain wall was as steep as a jade mirror cut by a knife. Every day, the dazzling sunlight fell on the peak wall, reflecting almost the same amount of light, shiningly, like a sharp blade out of its sheath, thrusting into the sky.

Bitter cold, coldness, loneliness, loneliness... these are all synonymous with thinking over the cliff.

However, the world is extremely dangerous, and there must be a thread.

Although the environment of thinking over the cliff is extremely harsh, the air at the height of the peak is thin, and the cliff wall and ice layer are exposed to direct sunlight all the year round, condensing the essence of the sun and the moon, gathering the more pure profound energy between the heavens and the earth, and it is calming and refining. The effect of repair.

Those who have been on the precipice of thinking, who can endure the bitter cold and loneliness, can finally get a lot of benefits from it.

After bringing the unconscious Guan Heng back to the Central Academy, Xie Ziyou signaled in secret, and finally shut the boy on the cliff of thinking.

The "Sweet Sky" technique is best at absorbing profound energy and refining oneself. Thinking of a natural and beautiful place like a cliff is the most beneficial to his recovery.

But Xie Ziyou was still uneasy.

Finally at night, he held back the maid, looked at the moon and wind, and secretly luck, silently touched the peak of thought.

The system sighed several times: "Youyou, I can remotely monitor the life state of the protagonist..."

When it sighed, Xie Ziyou quickly covered his ears and shook his head, pretending not to hear.

After repeated several times, the system no longer reminds.

It has a complicated gaze, watching Xie Ziyou sneaking up and down in the direction of the imprisoned Guan Heng, watching Xie Ziyou sneaking up in the direction of the imprisonment. The seventh-order floating space was used by him in such a place, and it turned out to be silent and silent.

The trapped place is a cave. There is nothing in the cave. The cold wind is rustling. The stone platform under your feet is as cold as ice. Standing on it makes people feel blood coagulation and cold hands and feet.

Xie Ziyou grabbed the stone wall and rubbed the stone powder little by little with his fingertips, and finally penetrated a small hole.

He squatted on the ground, looking inward attentively.

The system said helplessly: "Youyou, your posture is not very elegant and does not fit Fairy Xie's personality. Once someone comes..."

Xie Ziyou squinted his eyes, and the tip of his nose almost touched the stone wall. A thin layer of gray fell on the tip of the small nose, which was hurriedly wiped off by him. The white skin showed a thin red.

Without turning his head back, the young man waved his left hand impatiently behind him a few times: "Who is coming up this cold and freezing night? Are you looking for sin?"

Before he finished his words, he felt a little bit wrong. A flash of shame in the eyes of the picking peach blossoms, and immediately changed the subject, muttering: "...Is it my pleasure, like a peeping?"

"It's all because of the poor design of the stone wall. The top is so thick that it can't get through, and the bottom is thin. If you don't interrupt, I'll take a sneak peek and leave as soon as you finish reading."

As he said, he leaned forward again and pressed his cheek against the rock wall.

The waterfall-like black hair slid down the side of the ears, and swept across the boy's reddish cheeks blown by the cold wind. The tails of the hair were thin and slid quietly on the dusty ground.