Chapter 31： The villain wants to divorce 31

"Who, who is Yuyou!"

"Let go of me, I am your senior sister!"

Xie Ziyou's ears were red, with a low voice of resistance and lack of confidence, pushing Guan Heng's fiery broad chest with virtual hands.

Guan Heng's arms are more warm, and the water in the peach blossom eyes of the young Lili is shining, and the tail of the eyes is slightly raised, dragging a touch of reddish.

At first glance, it didn't look like a struggle, but rather like a desire to welcome or refuse.

Guan Heng finally caught people, how could he let go easily?

He laughed lowly: "Youyou, I have left your breath in the core of the formation, no one can come in except you."

Xie Ziyou: "..."

Damn it.

There is this kind of trick, so ruthless?

Keep his breath, this person won't be able to live in the future?

Xie Ziyou almost wanted to knock on the protagonist's head to see what mess was inside.

But Guan Heng's cheerful smile and the gentle lingering in his eyes instantly dazzled his eyes and blocked all his words.

Guan Heng embraced Xie Ziyou's flexible and thin waist, his fingertips touched the white and thin wrists, and his delicate skin felt as good as silk. He couldn't help but feel excited and excited.

But he was scared to run away.

The young man's eyes drooped slightly, he took a deep breath, and with his excellent self-control, he barely suppressed the manic impulse-but if the impulse can be easily suppressed, how can it be regarded as an impulse?

"...Senior Sister." Guan Heng's voice was hoarse.

It doesn't matter, it's just a title, no matter "youyou" or "senior sister", it's you.

The light of the candle extinguished, falling in the obscure and deep eyes of the young man, revealing a thick color like condensed ink.

Guan Heng couldn't help but tighten his arms again. He lowered his head slightly, and whispered in Xie Ziyou's ear: "Senior Sister, do you remember what you said before Guan Mansion Gate?"

"You said, whether I Guan Heng is alive or dead, I'm... your husband."

The deep magnetic voice clings to the ears, as if thunder was blowing in Xie Ziyou's ears.

The warm breath of the teenager vomited on his fair and delicate neck, with a ridiculous tone, but the ending sound was low, ambiguous and indistinct, like a lover's whisper.

Hearing the last words clearly, Xie Ziyou's mind was buzzing, and an electric current suddenly surged up his spine.

He arched his waist, his whole body was as red as a steamed shrimp. He gritted his teeth tightly, squeezed out a few words between his teeth, and desperately defended: "I, I am because of..."

"Because'Xie Ziyou' wants me to die."

Guan Heng suddenly interrupted Xie Ziyou's words.

He unlocked Xie Ziyou's slender arms, put his hands on the young man's shoulders, and lowered his head slightly, staring at Xie Ziyou's eyes as deep as ink and deep as an abyss.

"You want me to give up, want me to hate you."

Guan Heng's tone was slow, almost eating every word, but each word was extremely clear.

It seems that every word has been thought about for a long time, until it has been thoroughly polished and thoroughly familiar with the heart.

"Because you can't marry me-your true identity, your family, and your sufferings are all forbidden."

Xie Ziyou was forced to look at Guan Heng blankly, watching the light of fire gradually reflected in the eyes that were close at hand, reflecting his tiny silhouette, gradually shining like obsidian.

He thought to himself: Huh?

What are the difficulties?

When did this happen?

And Guan Heng's eyebrows gradually stretched, and the overwhelming tenderness of the sea filled his eyes.

The corner of the boy's mouth slowly evoked a smile of joy, and his thin lips opened slightly: "But you still saved me."

"Youyou, you can't bear to die. Why?"

"Obviously killing me is the most straightforward way. When I die, you are truly free from future troubles-but why did you save me?"

Xie Ziyou whispered and guilty, trying to make the last struggle: "I don't have..."

"Youyou!"

Guan Heng's hand holding down Xie Ziyou's shoulders suddenly tightened, and a heavy sense of weight suddenly came.

Xie Ziyou's eyes widened blankly, and he was pushed by Guan Heng and staggered for a while, only to find that his calf was weak and he could hardly walk.

Fire glowed in the young Wu Liang's eyes.

There was a wind outside, whistling around the simple courtyard, rolling up a lot of wind and sand, hula la flapping on the paper window.

The candle flame was impacted by the wind and the core fire swayed. The entire room was unpredictable for a moment. Under the hood, Guan Heng's half of his face was gathered in the shadow, and his features became more profound and sharp as a blade.

Xie Ziyou shook his mind.

The moment he stared at each other, he read a trace of inexplicable loss and grievance from Guan Heng's eyes.

It seems to be questioning him: You obviously like me, why don't you admit it?

——But how do you want me to recognize it?

The mood fluctuated like rivers and seas, and the boy's voice was soft and calm, just as before.

The compelling atmosphere in the air was on the head, forcing Xie Ziyou to almost suffocate.

Drinking sour, the same grievance flooded his mind, Xie Ziyou sniffed, and almost collapsed and thought, how the **** would he admit it?

Say I like you too, but can't we be together?

Saying that I will leave sooner or later, the points you hate me are not enough to look at, plus all the reserves of my previous worlds, can I delay in this world for at least 20 years?

Xie Ziyou's long eyelashes trembled, his eyes drooping slightly, and he just wanted to cruelly say, "You die."

Guan Heng took the lead.

"Youyou, your status is impeded, and you don't want to drag me down? It doesn't matter, I don't care if you are a man or a woman, or how long you can stay."

The voice of the teenager is clear and clear, like a bright moon and breeze.

Xie Ziyou was stunned and blurted out: "How do you know..."

Know i'm leaving?

Guan Heng smiled slightly and said nothing.

He is so intelligent, and he has been through the warm and cold feelings in the first half of his life, and he has already cultivated the ability to observe words and colors.

And You You is the only person he puts on the cusp of his heart, wishing to dig his heart out to take care of him. Xie Ziyou’s tangled thoughts, reluctant and unsure of what is good, fell into Guan Heng’s eyes, and he had already done everything. Guess, every kind of guess has a corresponding plan.

As early as when they met, Yuyou lied to him and said that he was a mortal fairy.

... Now it seems that it may not be false.

Guan Heng gently pulled up Xie Ziyou's right hand, broke his green fingers little by little, and clasped the young boy's slender palm on his chest.

Feeling the fiery and tight chest under the palm, as well as the "thumping thump", violently beating heart, Xie Ziyou's blood also surged in an instant, the roar of heart pacing like the ears, the two rapid melody strangely intertwined Close, close together.

"Every more day I am with you, there will be one more day of happiness, and every additional day, I will earn one day. I don't think I will like you and anyone anymore in my life."

"Youyou, marry me, okay?"

"I like you, only you."

The young boy's eyes were clear and his eyes clear.

He held Xie Ziyou's white hand, bowed his head piously, and dropped a kiss on the back of Yingbai's hand.

Extremely gentle, and extremely sincere, when he lowered his eyes, thousands of stars were scattered under the young boy's eyes, and the warm touch fell on the back of Xie Ziyou's hand, and the narrow place where the skin was close to him suddenly became hot like a fire.

Just as in the past, in front of the gate of Guan's residence, the handsome young man held an ice spirit flower and dropped a light, butterfly-like kiss on the petal tip.

The sun fell under his eyes, like a brilliant golden glow over the lake.

There are thousands of fireworks in the blink of an eye, rustling like a meteor, shining brightly, and bursting into the sky.

The tip of Xie Ziyou's nose was red, and the water swayed in her beautiful peach blossom eyes, reflecting the movement of the candlelight, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

He tried to pull his hand back, but Guan Heng clenched extremely tightly, his five fingers clasped his wrist tightly, and he didn't let go.

Xie Ziyou was extremely helpless, opened his mouth several times, his thin lips opened and closed, and finally only whispered a weak threat.

"Guan Heng, you will regret it."

When Guan Heng heard this, he was not angry but happy.

"I won't regret it," he said happily, "If you regret it, you regret it too-why did you save me? Youyou, you are soft-hearted for a while. You got my dog ​​skin plaster, don't want to throw it away easily!"

The air was filled with an intoxicating breath, and the young black and bright eyes flashed with light, and the affection was sweeter than the wine, almost indulging.

Xie Ziyou was so drunk that he was almost blown away by the cold wind outside the courtyard.

But at this moment, being watched by Guan Zhuozhuo, Xie Ziyou's breathing involuntarily became very rapid, and the burning sensation unique to alcohol once again rushed to his heart, and the jade bottle poured out, dripping with a hearty impulse.

Fuck.

The wine was tumbling, and Xie Ziyou's heart blew over 180 sentences of national curse in an instant.

The swaying candlelight impacted his reason and dazzled his eyes-he was forced to such a degree, what face does he have to deny?

Does he really dislike Guan Heng?

No, he likes it! He likes it terribly!

From the time when the jade bracelet was destroyed in the Luoling Mountains, an extremely dull depression lingered in Xie Ziyou's heart.

Till now, when Xie Ziyou suddenly woke up from half-dream and half-awake at night, Xie Ziyou saw a bright moon outside the window, in a daze, he would still mistakenly think that he was still in Luoling.

When the dawn dawns, the dew in the early morning will be steamed by the sun, and there will be a teenager coming through the fog, with gentle eyebrows, and serving him a bowl of tender fish soup.

Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth and spit out a few words in a low voice: "I really... really made you miserable!"

Despite the accusations, the strength he had been trying to break free was quietly released, allowing the young man to hold himself in his arms, and only quietly turned his head away, awkwardly unwilling to continue to look at Guan Heng.

He has a hundred reasons to refuse Guan Heng.

The separation of points, family, predictable future, and unpredictable changes in the deviation of the world line... But there is only one reason to accept him.

But after hesitating for several days and going around, he still made the most irrational choice.

...This is probably God's will.

Guan Heng keenly felt the lover's attitude softened.

He has honed with decades of hardships, and it seems that it is all for the present moment, allowing him to understand the sweet thoughts behind the shameful face of the young man in his arms.

In the next second, overwhelming joy poured in, and in an instant the mountains flooded him with a tsunami, like the New Year's firecrackers, sparks splashed, fireworks filled the sky, and the streamer jumped back and forth with joy in his heart.

Guan Heng couldn't help holding Xie Ziyou tightly into his arms, clasping his hands on the slightly sunken Yueyao den of the young man, encircling his thin back, and blurted out: "Youyou, you agree, you promised me. ! You promised me, right?"

He has always been a clever tongue, but this simple sentence was stubbornly stubborn, confirming it over and over again.

Xie Ziyou thought with a blushing face, he was so stupid.

This protagonist, should you say that you are smart or stupid?

"...I didn't say anything." He raised his hand to Guan Heng's shoulder, and with his fingertips, he gently pushed the eager boy away, tilting his head and trying to hide his cramped heartbeat and breathing, "It's too late, I want It's gone-eh, what's that?"

Xie Ziyou looked up and saw that beyond the door, the thick ink-like sky in the distance was dyed with a brilliant red, rising like a morning glow, the stars and moon avoided, and the red light looked strange in the silent night.

The evening breeze was blowing violently with a hot and scent of heat, and it wilted the original lush vegetation. Xie Ziyou sniffed, keenly smelling a bit of burnt bitterness.

That direction should be...

"A fire broke out in the back mountain?"

How can Guan Heng care about whether the sky is red or not.

He finally broke through Yuyou's atrium and caught a breakthrough. Now let alone the back mountain is on fire, even if the world is doomsday or the comet hits the earth, he doesn't bother to look up.

"Youyou, do you agree..."

"It's a big head!"

Xie Ziyou's eyes stared slightly, her beautiful peachy eyes slightly raised, and an ambiguous blush appeared at the end of her eyes. He was ashamed and annoyed: "Is it time to talk about this topic?"

"The back mountain is on fire, but the sly phalaenopsis has been specifically explained by the master-don't you go and see?"

Guan Heng thought that the silly butterfly orchid, is he not as important as a few flowers?

Anything that disturbs him and You You’s relationship is damned. If You You don’t give him a substantive answer, he wants to rush to the back of the mountain to set the fire.

Xie Ziyou didn't think so.

Firstly, the sly butterfly orchid is indeed precious, and secondly, there are still two days before the deadline for Guan Heng to deliver the task. Now the fire in the back mountain is aimed at Guan Heng.

Xie Ziyou glanced at the young man with hatred of iron and steel, then turned around and ran, his white skirt fluttered, and walked out.

"If you don't go, I'm going."

"Youyou!"

Guan Heng smiled helplessly, and had to follow the figure in front of him and rushed out.

There was some regret in his heart-until the end, he still couldn't hear the words he wanted to hear from You You's mouth.

However, the night breeze was blowing, and the warm air quietly spread.

The young man caught up with the elegant white figure in front, half a position behind him, looking at the waterfall-like hair behind Xie Ziyou and the red ears that were illuminated by the fire, he suddenly felt relieved and felt indifferent.

The seventh-order cultivator gave up floating and was willing to accompany him to run on the ground.

Isn't it a statement?