Chapter 42： The villain wants to divorce 42

"I can't do this right now."

In the quiet courtyard, the breeze is faint, the warm daylight is warm, the green bamboos are gently swaying, the birds are crisp, and the apricot blossoms on the slope.

The rebuilt small courtyard is a bit crude, with only a light gray stone table placed in the center of the courtyard, with a few stone benches scattered on both sides.

The handsome boy sits at one end of the stone table, his broken hair swaying in the wind, a bunch of ice spirit flowers in his hand, two or three drops of dew on the light blue petals, reflecting the bright light under the sun.

That was requested by Xie Ziyou. Guan Heng's control over the profound energy was exercised by the delicate flower stems. Guan Heng would be punished if he squeezed a flower. The specific punishment methods varied, ranging from cooking and boiling soup to repairing the house and forming a formation. Law, everything is complete.

Of course, Xie Ziyou also said that if a petal is not damaged any day, he will consider rewarding the teenager.

Guan Heng exercised hard and happy.

Opposite him, the young man with gray hair sat quietly on the stone bench, lowered his head in despair, and his right hand resting on the stone table was clenched sharply. The knuckles were pale, and his complexion was pale and bloodless.

The possession of the "dean" caused great harm to Wu Cong, and his body was like a sieve leaking holes at the moment. Even though the Wu family's great cause could save the youth's life with precious spiritual plants, his cultivation level fell to the ground. Below Tier 4, and throughout his life, it is difficult to make progress.

Even more miserable is Wu Zhengying, who has been in a coma and has not been able to wake up.

The teenager was sucked away by the "dean" not only for his cultivation, but no one knew what it was.

Regardless of vitality or soul, these are far beyond the abilities of ordinary cultivators.

Wu Cong could only get to Guan Heng.

Despite all the unwillingnesses, the young man in front of him is the only existence in the world who has the power of chaos. If he wants to fight for a chance for his clan brother, the young man can only come in anguish, whispering softly, and begging Guan Heng to take action.

To his surprise, Guan Heng's attitude was much better than expected. Hearing Wu Cong's intention, the young man frowned and his complexion darkened. He immediately followed Wu Cong to check Wu Zhengying's situation carefully.

The conclusion reached is still "unable".

Wu Cong's eyes darkened a little bit.

The long gray hair withered like weeds, sweeping across the youth's thin cheeks overnight, he grinned, showing a bitter smile of self-deprecating.

He had never paid attention to this clan brother before, and felt that he was incompetent, troublesome and noisy, but because of his clan affection, he was inconvenient to drive him away.

But a few days ago, he was occupied by the master, curled up in a corner of his body in horror, and watched "self" fool Xie Ziyou, and then gave out gray air, causing the dense crowd in front of him to collapse like a stubble of rice. Indulge in anxious heart, but can't move at all.

No one can resist the powerful "self", and no one can save him.

When the youth is desperate and desperate—

He heard a crisp "Cong Ge".

It's Wu Zhengying.

The young man looked at him with light in his eyes.

He Wu Cong is the heir of the martial family and a promising future leader. Behind him are so many complimenting little brothers, and so many talented geniuses, but when he is alive and dead, looking at it, there is only one person in the vast sea of ​​people. He propped up his body, bleeding from his teeth, but still crawled in front of "self" with difficulty and reached out to him—

It's this clan brother who isn't seen by him.

...It's ridiculous.

Wu Cong shook his head, slowly got up, took a deep breath, leaned over and bowed to Guan Heng.

"Thank you... for saving my life."

After saying this, the young man turned around sadly, his thin body swaying in the wind, his broad sleeves fluttering, bowing his head to leave.

"Wait!" Guan Heng gave a wry smile and shouted at the young man's back, "What anxiously? There is no way at the moment, it doesn't mean that there will be no way forever."

Wu Cong's back trembled.

The young man turned his head suddenly, a faint surprise in his eyes.

Guan Heng nodded to him.

"When I reach Tier 9, I should be able to save him."

"Until then, you have to protect him."

"No problem." Wu Cong said with a rare serious expression, "I will take care of him."

…

After solving Wu Cong's problem, Guan Heng turned and returned to the house.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Xie Ziyou, who was standing by the wall with his arms folded and leaning against the door, cast a curious and suspicious look, and couldn't help asking, "What are you talking about?"

"Wu Zhengying's matter." Guan Heng wrote lightly, "a trivial matter."

The young man found a vase, inserted the delicate blooming flower branches in his hand, and gently brushed the petals of the thin as cicada wings with his fingertips, sweeping away the morning dew.

Behind him, Xie Ziyou stared at beautiful peachy eyes, and said with dissatisfaction: "How can life be a trivial matter?"

"Swim with confidence."

Guan Heng turned his head and blinked slyly: "Actually I can save him, but I want to let him dry."

"If he takes care of Wu Zhengying with all his heart, this kid is still a bit conscientious; if he fishes for three days and hangs on the net for two days, it will be troublesome if he doesn't take care of him for a few days-I will let Wu Zhengying see this guy cold-blooded. The true face of it."

Xie Ziyou was silent for a moment and nodded thoughtfully.

That's it.

"Guan Heng," he whispered, "you guy...you have a hard-working plan."

Guan Heng's heart trembled.

His slender fingers stroking the petals shook slightly, and the condensed profound energy accidentally vented. A petal with a large fingernail was torn from it, and the boy was torn in his hand.

Guan Heng: "..."

He squeezed the petals, meditated for three seconds, and quickly tore off the other half attached to the receptacle, crushed it into powder at his fingertips, and destroyed the corpse.

Then the boy turned around, put the porcelain vase filled with flowers into Xie Ziyou's palm, and smiled gently.

Xie Ziyou took the porcelain bottle casually, his eyes swept over the icy blue blooming flowers, frowned slightly, and asked, "Isn't a piece broken?"

Guan Heng nodded obediently.

Xie Ziyou looked at the porcelain vase suspiciously, brushing his thin white fingers on the pale petals, and said uncertainly: "How do I remember...this flower didn't look like this in the first place?"

"How come?" Guan Heng said softly, "Youyou, you remembered it wrong."

"…Fine."

Xie Ziyou actually didn't pay much attention to the slight damage to the petals. Seeing that Guan Heng was so sure, he didn't ask any more, just put the vase on the table and hooked his fingers to Guan Heng.

Guan Heng followed kindness and took a step forward... and received a sweet and soft kiss.

This is the reward.

But the teenager's mind was tumbling, and he always felt that it was not enough.

Especially after seeing Wu Cong and learning about Wu Zhengying’s current situation, Guan Heng hugged his beloved lover, and his greedy mood emerged spontaneously. His eyes were dim, he hugged Xie Ziyou with one hand, and the other hand supported the back of the boy’s neck. Can't help deepening this kiss.

The stimulus of sparks exploded between the two, and the nerve endings of the lips and teeth and the upper jaw were suddenly awakened, and the tingling sensation spread all the way along the root of the tongue, raising a string of electric shock-like stimuli at the end of the tail vertebra.

Both of them were young boys, they kissed each other, and things gradually went beyond control.

Guan Heng desperately held back his rapid breathing, and whispered beside Xie Ziyou's red ears: "You You?"

Do it?

Xie Ziyou looked confused, nestled in his arms, and whispered: "...Okay."

Now that he decided to be with the teenager in front of him, Xie Ziyou is ready to have a closer contact. He can feel how much Guan Heng loves himself. If he says "No" now, Guan Heng will definitely stop immediately.

But why bother?

Wherever the love comes, everything will be a matter of course.

Having experienced the baptism of the explosion of information in the previous life, Xie Ziyou has always been a little bit curious about this kind of thing. He dazedly climbed Guan Heng's shoulders, feeling the fiery breath coming toward him, his mind was agitated, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and subconsciously asked: "Do you know how to do it?"

Guan Heng stopped kissing him suddenly.

Xie Ziyou turned his head slightly, just looking at the young boy with a trace of dazed excitement, but he looked a little bewildered with joy.

...Fuck.

The head smashed by the squat instantly regained his clarity, and Xie Ziyou got up from the bed with a grunt, and said in disbelief, "You won't?"

Guan Heng was short of breath.

The boy opened his mouth helplessly, and hesitated in a low voice, "...you teach me?"

Will I do it? !

Xie Ziyou almost wanted to grab the bastard's clothes, flick it, and see what's in his head.

He flushed, staring at Guan Heng ferociously, and squeezed a word out of his teeth.

"I do not know either!"

The chagrin and guilt of the mountain whistling the tsunami swallowed Guan Heng in an instant.

With a smoky blood, the young man wanted to slap himself a few times before-such an important matter. Don't even know in advance, get ready?

Xie Ziyou saw Guan Heng's annoyance.

He softened his heart, grabbed the boy's broad shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, that's it."

"How to do it, you should guess it, go ahead."

But Guan Heng hugged his slightly hot body, was silent for a long time, and slowly shook his head.

He lowered his head and graciously left a kiss on Xie Ziyou's forehead, wiping it lightly like a feather.

"Someday," Guan Heng said softly.

Ok?

Xie Zi flinched in Guan Heng's arms, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes widened in amazement.

When this meat reaches your mouth, can you still resist vomiting it out?

Guan Heng's mood is very complicated.

In his eyes, whether it is one thing, whether it can be done well is another.

He didn't want to hurt You You because of his recklessness.

This matter... After all, he was negligent.

In his arms, Xie Ziyou's thoughts were flying with the same complicated eyes, and his bright and moist eyes were locked on the boy, inch by inch, sweeping across him.

Xie Ziyou blurted out: "Guan Heng, are you... what's unspeakable?"

Guan Heng:! !

Rivers flooded and mountains collapsed.

The burning meteor shower carried tens of thousands of degrees of high-temperature flames, slamming into the teenager's mind, setting off a piece of flying sand and rocks.

…

After being stimulated, Guan Heng couldn't even wait until the next day. That night, he sneaked over the wall and was discharged from the hospital, heading straight to the city.

When it was lightly dawn, the young man was dyed in morning dew, and walked back slowly, carefully wrapped in a few thin books—the hottest **** picture sold in the city, the Dragon Sun scroll.

…And with super perceptual power, quickly read through and mastered all the theoretical knowledge.

So, at night the next day, when Xie Ziyou rubbed the corners of his eyes, he was about to climb onto the bed—

A slender and powerful hand was explored next to him, and he pulled the boy into his arms with a gentle pull.

Guan Heng’s voice was slightly mute, with a touch of unspeakable sexiness, and his handsome facial features became deeper and deeper under the candlelight. Taking advantage of Xie Ziyou’s look a little silly, his fingertips hooked slightly, and he hooked them away with lightning speed. Xie Ziyou's clothes belt.

"Youyou," the boy said with a soft smile, "Let's continue with what we did last time."