Chapter 24： The villain wants to divorce 24

The sun slowly climbed up the hillside, the brilliant golden light filled the mountains and the citrus cypress leaves, the coldest time in the morning passed, the residual water vapor at night was evaporated by the sunlight, and there was a bit of heat between the heavens and the earth. .

In the end, Xie Ziyou respected his teacher's orders and stood up to attend the appointment with a sense of dignity.

He dozed off all the way, his eyes were almost closed-strange to say, this body is obviously a young and powerful person with a seventh-order cultivation base, and he would still feel sleepy because of staying up all night and exhaustion after mental tension.

The book pavilion is built on the easternmost side of the academy, covered by bamboo, and the winding path is quiet.

After bypassing a series of winding paths, the front suddenly opened up, revealing a wide open space and a simple vermilion small building on the open space.

At the door stood a tall young man with a neat long gown, meticulous, and his proud eyebrows were also exhausted.

Seeing Xie Ziyou, the youth lifted up and hurried forward: "Junior sister, what happened yesterday..."

Xie Ziyou had a headache when he saw this guy.

Yesterday he was impulsive and collapsed to varying degrees in front of both of them. Although he does not regret his actions now, he still finds it difficult to finish.

What can he do now? Investigate Wu Cong's responsibility?

There is no way, after all, he is bound to the "villain system", and not the "helping the protagonist to beat the drums" system, no matter how angry and unwilling for Guan Heng, he can't stand for the protagonist in a sober and rational state.

That can only pretend to be confused.

Xie Ziyou's eyes drooped slightly, his feet accelerated, and he quickly passed by the young man and went straight to the door of the small building.

"Brother, hurry in, Master has been waiting for us for a long time."

"Eh eh Junior Sister!" Wu Cong eagerly followed, and went to grab Xie Ziyou's shoulder, "Junior Sister, listen to me explain what happened yesterday!"

"...Brother, explanation is to cover up."

"..."

Wu Cong wanted to cry without tears, so he had to let go, watching the figure of Ping Ting in front of him flicker, and entered the door lightly like a butterfly.

The young man sighed, helpless to follow, thinking of Guan Heng who was being held on the cliff of thinking, he secretly hated it a little bit in his heart.

Damn it for letting Junior Sister misunderstand herself!

I don't know what the master left him for. Wait, when he has no effect with the master, I must give him all the torture under the family's pressure box!

The light in the building is very good, and the golden sunlight is reflected from the carved window and spilled over the rows of quietly standing bookshelves.

Tens of thousands of ancient books and secrets are preserved by special techniques, and they are cleaned up every day. There is no dust on the bookshelves, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of ink, which complements each other in the bamboo forest outside the window.

As soon as Xie Ziyou entered the room, he saw a small door opened by the window.

Through the gap, one can see a large rosewood marble case with a white crystal suspended above it, emitting a faint light.

It really is like this again.

Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.

He has been in this world for two years, and has never met the original master, the so-called strongest dean, face to face.

His master is very mysterious. He is closed year after year, and his disciples are basically in a stocking state. If it is not a major event, he can't hear him say a few words throughout the year.

Xie Ziyou respectfully gave his disciple salute to the sound transmission crystal on the desktop, while secretly complaining to the system: "It's too irresponsible!"

System: "An La An La. Fortunately, it was only convenient for you to move in the first two years. Do you want to have an old man with a white beard, guarding you like a day of rice?"

"You can't say that," Xie Ziyou recalled, "and he wasn't an old man with a white beard. He had seen Master five years ago in his original form. He was a middle-aged uncle who looked very chic and arrogant. I have an appetite."

"Uncle, Youyou, how can your taste be so heavy, don't you like Guan Heng's sunny and cheerful little pony?"

Xie Ziyou's ears became red, and he said with shame: "It's not me, I don't like Guan Heng, don't talk nonsense!"

"I'm just talking about the ideal type, you like Guan Heng without saying it."

The system said leisurely: "You are so sensitive, you really treat him differently. Besides, you kiss him, or you can admit it, I'll help you."

"...You are so annoying, I don't want to chat with you!"

One person, one system, fighting between heaven and man in my mind, in the study, the girl in white skirt sits down on her knees, quietly looking down, quietly elegant and virtuous, and angry.

Wu Cong greedily glanced at Xie Ziyou several times while saluting the crystal.

At the end of the day, he grabbed his head and asked, "Master asked the disciple to come with the younger sister today, what are the important things?"

"I can't talk about important matters. It's just that our master and apprentice haven't contacted for a long time. Let's see how your progress is for the teacher..."

The crystal flickered quietly, and the brilliant white light swayed round and round, as if to project the next round of shining sun in the house.

There are also dark gray lines spreading from the depths of the crystal, stretching branches like vines, winding and extending to the ground, forming a clear and mysterious pattern-very abstract, a bit like a swaggering molan.

It is a special array that supports remote communication, engraved on the mahogany table of Shuge, and uses crystal as the carrier to realize ultra-long-distance communication.

A low and vague voice came from the crystal, oscillating back and forth in the empty room.

I don't know if it is because of the sound transmission. The voice in the crystal is not clear and will be covered by the "rumbling" noise from time to time. Xie Ziyou listened for a while, feeling not only a headache, but also his ears.

The sound is like this, where is this cheap master?

They complained in their hearts, and the two still respectfully reported their current cultivation realm.

The person opposite Crystal laughed and said, "Yes, not bad!"

"When the teacher is away, you all worked hard, and I am pleased for the teacher."

"In this way, as a teacher, you can take care of your little junior brother with peace of mind."

Junior brother?

Xie Ziyou and Wu Cong were stunned at the same time.

Their master does not return all the year round. Could it be that they have found a master and secretly "retreats" to create humans?

"Squeak—"

Behind the desk, a hidden door slowly opened.

A bunch of black and shredded hair showed up first, and then the young boy's angular profile face, energetic lingering around his body, and falling into a pair of star-like eyes with the brilliant golden sunlight.

Guan Heng buttoned the door and faintly called "Brother".

Immediately, his gaze condensed on the sitting girl, his eyes flashed brightly, his brows and eyes curled, his lips and teeth gently said, "Senior Sister."

The "senior brother" shouted so perfunctorily, the "senior sister" shouted so perfunctorily.

Xie Ziyou: ... Fuck.

He stared at a pair of bright eyes, stunned in the same place, for a moment at a loss, headache, toothache, eye pain... In short, he was uncomfortable, like sitting on pins and needles.

Someone is more uncomfortable than him.

Wu Cong's eyes were almost out of his sockets. The young man stood up suddenly and slapped his palm on the table: "Master! Are you confused?!"

Such untouchables-how worthy of being on an equal footing with him!

"Being a teacher is not confused, and being a teacher is always young."

There was a gurgling sound on the opposite side of the crystal, like someone drank water, and then sighed comfortably.

"In short, he is a new closed disciple for the teacher. He will continue to retreat for the teacher. If he has anything to do, you should bear the burden of being a brother and sister."

The words "Kuanmen disciple" made Wu Cong's eyes flushed with excitement, and he stared at Guan Heng fiercely.

Xie Ziyou was also speechless for a while.

He had heard of closing disciples, but he had never heard of one in five years and three in ten. Like the merchants who shouted "Last Day Clearance Sale" with loud speakers on the market in the past, this is simply a consumer fraud!

What makes Xie Ziyou more upset is Guan Heng's attitude.

Guan Heng's attitude is clear and clear-he is more than just a stray horse, he simply strips all the secrets clean in front of the protagonist.

It's collapsed, it's all collapsed!

How does this make him a villain?

Xie Ziyou was upset.

He hurriedly tilted his head, avoiding a real gaze, frowning, pretending to have a keen interest in a green bamboo outside the window.

What should we do now?

The system whispered: "Youyou, I think your world is unsolvable, or stop the loss in time and lose 1000 points, let's get out of it?"

Xie Ziyou didn't even think about it, and subconsciously said: "No!"

"why?"

The system's voice was gentle and insidious: "Remember when you first retired? You stepped on the skirt and almost fell in front of the protagonist. For this one thing, you considered leaving."

"The situation is so bad now, it's equivalent to a 360-degree swing on the ground in front of the protagonist, right?"

"Why are you not thinking about leaving now?"

In an instant, Xie Zi's eyes trembled, and the water gleamed in the blue pupils, as if a heavy stone broke through the air, and plunged into the quiet lake, causing a ripple.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, rubbing his white and neat teeth together for a long time, and then pretending to tidy up his collar slowly, and he had no confidence in answering the system: "I can't bear to invest in the early stage..."

system:"…"

When is this, still using the pre-investment as a pretense?

The system is tired.

These years, those who do the system must not only complete the task, but also take care of the host's mood and be the host's psychological tutor.

It thought for a while and said straightforwardly: "Youyou, are you reluctant to bear someone?"

The author has something to say: System: Youyou, wake up!

System: I just want to output it on the face!