Chapter 43： The villain wants to divorce (end)

In the evening, the morning comes, the cold and summer alternate, the green bamboos in the small courtyard are always green all the year round, and time passes day by day in a peaceful day.

Guan Heng broke through the realm faster than everyone thought. After he mastered the power of the seventh-order peak, he thought he would stay on this threshold for a long time, but one morning, he met Youqin who came to thank you.

After thanking Guan Heng for saving her and her life, Youqin's long eyelashes were drooping, her complexion was reddish, and she hesitated for a long time before she finally made a decision: "I have something, I want to tell you."

Guan Heng: "???"

Through a window, Xie Ziyou, who was watching the whole process, frowned and crushed the shortbread in his hand.

Damn it, won't it be Long Aotian's peach blossom luck revealed?

Okay, you Qin, the master, I usually treat you very well, how dare you dig my corner in person?

Xie Ziyou pricked his ears angrily, concentrated, and heard You Qin speak in a low voice from a distance, full of guilt, and said uneasy: "In fact, back then, I said that I was entrusted by the Guan Family Patriarch to act secretly...I lied to you. "

Inside and outside the window, Guan Heng and Xie Ziyou were stunned at the same time.

The breeze slowly flicked the broken hair of the boy's forehead, and the morning light poured into the dark and smooth eyes, and a layer of dazzling pale gold floated.

"Actually, I was dragged by the master of the Guan family to catch up with you in time." The maid looked awkward and said, "What did he say about "a distinguished guest from afar", he insisted on leaving a banquet for me and asked me if I was married. , There is a husband-in-law you like..."

"I was entangled by him for a long time, and I was angry. After catching up with you, I was agitated for a while, and only then... made up a lie."

The clouds were light and the wind was light, the sky was high and the sky was wide, and the fresh and light fragrance was drifting in the clear sky. An unknown bird screamed in his ears. Guan Heng only felt that there seemed to be a clogged mouth in his body with a crisp sound, and it shattered. Scattered all over the place like colored glaze.

The ears were suddenly clear.

The surging profound energy found a way out, and the mountains roared like a tsunami, rushing into his meridians, washing his body. In an instant, the sky and the earth were wide, and the slightest voice in the world came into the ears, clear and clear.

In Xie Ziyou's eyes, a bright white halo slowly emerged from the young man's body, quietly holding up his long body, his long sleeves flying, and the invisible coercion spread rapidly with this as the center, sweeping a circle of light across the ground.

Eighth order.

With a "click", Xie Ziyou crushed another piece of shortbread.

He angrily put the shortbread into his mouth and licked the residue on his finger, thinking that the protagonist really deserves to be treated as a son. When he first met, he was Tier 6 and the protagonist Tier 0. Now he is still Tier 7, but the protagonist It's already level eight.

However, I swallowed the sweet and delicious shortbread in my mouth and felt a warm current flow into my heart. The corner of Xie Ziyou's mouth rose slightly, still sincerely happy for Guan Heng.

The betrayal of his biological father is already an insoluble knot in Guan Heng's heart.

Now that the misunderstanding is said to be clear, the truth is revealed, the lover's mind is unblocked, and then to break through the mood, it is undoubtedly a good thing to add joy to joy.

Seeing the joy of the young man's eyebrows, Xie Ziyou put a hand on his cheek and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

But this joyful mood... only lasted that night.

Originally, both of them were of the seventh rank, their stamina and physical abilities were roughly the same, doing some happy things was also very in sync, and the night life was very harmonious.

But now that Guan Heng broke through, his cultivation base and endurance have been increased several times, and the original harmonious happiness has now become a gorgeous torture.

Xie Ziyou couldn't stand it for a while, and for the first time, she cried softly in Guan Heng's arms, with crystal tears wet with long eyelashes like crow feathers, her beautiful peach eyes fainted with thin red, and the water in her eyes was shiny and beautiful.

The candlelight flickered, dyeing the room a warm light red.

The breeze drilled into the room along the window mullions, stopped for a while on the edge of the bed, swept over the reddish white and tender skin, and hovered on the beams.

Xie Ziyou's mellow toes curled up tightly.

White hands were weak against Guan Heng, and while pushing back, whimpered: "Enough, bastard..."

Guan Heng clasped his lover in his arms, touched the top of Xie Ziyou's hair lovingly, and hooked his fingertips over the long hair of the teenager that was soaked in sweat and cluttered to his ears, his breathing suddenly became cramped and low.

He didn't speak, only smiled softly, then leaned over, leaving behind a string of close kisses.

... Early the next morning, the boy was thrown out of the hospital by his embarrassed lover.

Xie Ziyou even angrily inserted a wooden sign at the door, on which Long Feifengwu wrote a line: Guan Heng and the animals are not allowed to enter.

Looking at the wooden sign, Guan Heng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He was also a little excited last night, forgetting about it, and anxious for you.

What can I think of a way to calm my lover?

Guan Heng was lost in thought.

A few hours later, Xie Ziyou got a message: Wu Zhengying was awake.

Not only was he awake, he also lost his memory, only remembering that he had a very good elder brother, who specifically is--

Well, the last name is Guan, Brother Guan, nothing wrong.

...A ghost.

Xie Ziyou looked at his iron face in the lake, and he could imagine Wu Cong's current mood. He couldn't wait to find Guan Heng and kicked a newly awakened, clingy koala away from him, dragging his lover back to him. residence.

Guan Heng couldn't laugh or cry. He pulled his jealous lover to comfort him. Finally, he secretly said to him: "Wu Zhengying is pretending, do you believe it or not?"

Xie Ziyou thought, believing in a ghost.

Wu Zhengying's Ma Daha is so naive, if he can grow a little eye, he won't be able to make himself the way he is now.

"Don't believe it?" Guan Heng's eyebrows curled up, "Then we make a bet?"

"Okay," Xie Ziyou responded, "What are you betting on?"

The corner of Guan Heng's mouth was lightly hooked, his head tilted slightly, and he whispered a few words in Xie Ziyou's ear. The slightly bright words sprayed on Xie Ziyou's ear with hot air, and immediately made him Xiafei's cheeks.

Xie Ziyou clutched the hot back of his neck and grinds his teeth secretly: "...It's a bet!"

Guan Heng smiled secretly.

The result...Naturally Xie Ziyou lost in a mess.

Xie Ziyou still stared at the ceiling in disbelief until he was buckled by his waist and fell on the soft couch. The clear eyes were filled with blankness.

Guan Heng hugged his lover for a while, feeling that the person in his arms was absent-minded. He buried his head between Xie Ziyou's neck and bit the young boy's white earlobe, half complainingly calling out: "Youyou!"

"Just do it, don't interrupt." Xie Ziyou tried to sort out his thoughts.

After a while, there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, Xie Ziyou grabbed Guan Heng's messy hand, turned over and sat up.

Guan Heng was forced to stop suddenly and raised his head questioningly.

"I think of something wrong," Xie Ziyou murmured, "You saved Wu Zhengying."

"In order not to disturb the rescue process, Wu Cong will definitely drive everyone out of the house, including himself, so when Wu Zhengying just woke up, there were only you two in the house?"

"What amnesia... You taught him?!"

Guan Heng: "..."

When the lover forced a calm smile, Xie Ziyou's heart suddenly became clear-he must have guessed the truth!

"Asshole, you teach him to fool outsiders, and even bet this with me?"

Xie Ziyou's fingertips trembled, angrily making colors, there seemed to be flames in Peach Blossom's eyes, and her voice was raised up.

Guan Heng gave a wry smile, lowered his head hurriedly, and blocked Xie Ziyou's remaining anger between his lips and teeth.

After some intimacy, he whispered: "Youyou, don't mention the names of others when you are intimate, I will be jealous."

Xie Ziyou held his puffy lips, stared at him in disbelief, and shouted a national curse from the bottom of his heart.

Gagging, changing the subject secretly-this person actually used these skills in such a place! ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

"You have the ability to deceive, you have the ability to admit it! Don't think of pretending to be stupid, I want to..."

Guan Heng found the right time, then bullied himself up again, hugged the struggling lover firmly, and swallowed all words in a sweet kiss. The time of this kiss was extremely long, until Xie Zi swims short of breath, and becomes soft in his arms. Beach spring water.

"Youyou, save some strength, don't say so much." The boy smiled softly, "The night is still long."

The night that day was extremely long, the bright white moonlight fell on the window lattices, reflecting the candlelight in the house all night, and there were charming cheerleaders leaping onto the terrace, tilting their heads timidly, and glancing carefully into the house.

Immediately, as if being stimulated, he fluttered his wings in a panic and flew away, leaving only the crisp cry of his life.

...And the next day at noon, the scorching sun climbed over half of the sky, and there was another wooden sign in front of Xie Ziyou's small courtyard.

Animals are not allowed to enter.

This time, even the word "Guan Heng" was omitted, and it was directly merged with the animal in a row. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Guan Heng, who was kicked out again, stood at the door, hugging his arms, shaking his head again and again, crying and laughing.

...

Time passed quietly in the leisure and leisure day after day. Later, Guan Heng reached the ninth rank, crushed other candidates with 90% approval rate, and became the dean of the Central Academy.

The early students graduated one after another, and gradually grew into the top talents in various fields, taking over the family rights, but they have not forgotten the shocking scene that they saw many years ago in the life and death crisis at the Central Academy.

Coupled with the small books circulating secretly, Guan Heng's position in the hearts of the practitioners gradually climbed to an unattainable position.

Xie Ziyou can no longer continue to print the booklet. The booklets that have been circulated before have gradually disappeared. The original book was collected by some keen students early, and some were bought at a high price by the library, and printed a rough second edition, which was a big hit.

Twenty years, with a flick of a finger, passed in a flash.

Xie Ziyou shook his fingers and counted the remaining days. The closer he was to the end, the more anxious he became, and he couldn't help clinging to Guan Heng every day.

Guan Heng was sensitively aware of the changes in his lover, and Yuyou, who had always been ashamed, was haunting him on the bed. He took everything spoiltly, and was still elegant and gentle in front of Xie Ziyou, but his eyes were dim after turning around. Worry.

He has never forgotten that Xie Ziyou had admitted that he would leave sooner or later before the two confirmed their relationship.

Unexpectedly, this time limit is twenty years.

In the minds of a former teenager, twenty years is already a length that he can't expect - he once thought it would only be a few years or even a few months.

When this day was approaching, Guan Heng and Xie Ziyou were deeply dissatisfied. They left the Central Academy, embarked on a journey, traveled to every famous mountain and river, went to listen to the rain in the forest, watched the moon by the sea, and searched for the delicacies on the "Mainland Food Illustrated Book" one by one, cooking in a variety of ways to produce delicious delicacies.

But no matter how reluctant the two were, the twenty years were coming to an end, Xie Ziyou's calendar was torn off the pages in his heart, and the separate days... finally arrived.

Xie Ziyou lay in bed that day, and still tugged Guan Heng to keep him from getting up.

Guan Heng felt faintly, he put his arms around his lover, gently patted Xie Ziyou's back, quietly immersed in the last warmth.

Xie Ziyou tried to resist crying, but his eyes were red. He delayed for a long time, and finally said, "Guan Heng, I heard that in the early years on the east side of Bailing, there was a dragon entering the sea, causing thousands of waves and drowning. There are hundreds of villages...I want its profound pill, you can find it for me."

Guan Heng was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Okay."

The moment he stepped out, Xie Ziyou finally couldn't bear the tears that had been hanging from the corner of his eyes for a long time.

He looked deeply at the figure in front of him-the old boy has grown into a young man, and because of his advanced cultivation and permanent appearance, he still looks like a magnificent and magnificent jade tree facing the breeze. His steps are like meteors, his back is long, and he is hunting and hunting. .

Guan Heng's life is still decades away.

What will he do after he leaves?

Xie Ziyou fell down blankly, slumped on the bed in big characters, and his feather eyelashes trembled.

Outside the door, Guan Heng, with a firm appearance and gentle face, walked out of the hospital, wrinkled at the corner of his eyes and instantly reddened his eyes.

Without a word, he clenched his teeth, light gray profound energy lingering around his body, and flew towards the East China Sea quickly, ignoring the consumption of profound energy.

Fortunately, Guan Heng quickly found the Jiaolong.

The bright white dragon's nest was in a shallow, and the long tail rolled up several fishing boats and sent it to the mouth. Seeing Guan Heng, its dark eyes showed a greedy color, grinning grinningly, and sharp and cold light flashing on the tips of its claws. It roared and evoked the sea waves thousands of feet, and smashed its head and face at the young man hanging in the air.

Guan Heng slowly raised his hand, gradually condensing a gray long knife in his hand.

In the twenty years of practice, the young man has created many tyrannical moves, and there is no lack of long-range attacks. But at this moment, he still uses the same sword technique that Youyou taught him many years ago. ".

The swift speed is like electricity, and a shadow of the sword is set off. Guan Heng's eyes are red, and the pains that have been suppressed for a long time in his heart are turned into infinite power. A knife is faster and farther than a knife. The white light flashes, the cold light is endless, and the mountain-like waves are covered. His sword air was flattened and turned into dripping drops, pouring down like a torrential rain.

Guan Heng's hair was soaked in the salty sea water, dripping down his cheeks, flowing all over his face.

The Jiaolong was crushed by the ninth-tier powerhouse and let out a screaming scream, before he could escape, he was instantly torn to pieces by the sky of sword light.

He didn't seem to be conscious, he only tried his best to cut out with one knife after another, and chopped the torn enemy into finer minced meat until he was exhausted and could no longer lift the knife.

The young man's eyes were blurred, staring blankly at the rain of blood, his heart slowly fell into the abyss.

When he goes back, I'm afraid he will never see her lover Yan Li's eyes again.

...

But the next night, when Guan Heng was stained with blood and walked heavily, returning to his residence in despair, the candlelight was still lit in the small wood house.

Xie Ziyou was anxious all day, his eyes were almost swollen with tears, but as time passed quietly, he finally felt something wrong with hindsight.

Not today, is it tomorrow?

Suspicious Xie Zi swims pacing back and forth in the house, feeling uneasy, suspecting that he has remembered the time incorrectly, and then suspecting that there is a problem with the system.

Just as he was in a panic, Zaimen suddenly opened, Guan Heng was covered in blood at the door, and he looked over, his eyes flashing with more dazzling light than flames.

Xie Ziyou: "..."

He was a little embarrassed, but besides the embarrassment, it was more joy that was hard to hide.

He wanted to switch and hung and leave silently. Now, although his plan has failed, it would be better to be able to meet again, even if he could only snuggle up for one night.

So when Xie Ziyou was pressed down on the bed impatiently by his lover, there was nothing but surprise and disappointment in his heart, thinking that maybe it was the last night, how could I rely on him.

...Until Guan Heng took out a profound pill that was luminous and mellow like a night pearl.

Xie Ziyou:...Fuck.

I want Xuandan to be just an excuse, not for you to use it like this!

Xie Ziyou gave in softly for a while.

So after a few days, he couldn't get out of bed.

The dragon is also a dragon, and the dragon is prosperous, no matter if Guan Heng is soaked in flesh and blood, or Xie Ziyou, who is filled with Xuan Dan...

Xie Ziyou was lying limp on the bed, with blank eyes, desperately wanting to curse.

...Forget it.

System 011 doesn't know how long it will be delayed. Now every second between them may be the last second. It really complied with the lyrics, "Think of every day as the last day to love each other."

...

A year later, Xie Ziyou sat angrily at the table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, grumbled it all, and barely calmed his irritable mood.

Bastard!

Can you give me a word? Who the fuck's doom is delayed for a year!

He stepped back step by step, Guan Heng's **** literally pushed his nose on his face, and his shameless life was refreshing his three views every day-shouldn't it be said that he is the hero of the harem Liulong proud of heaven?

At this moment, Guan Heng pushed the door and entered.

The catastrophe was imminent, and the young man recalled the wonderful taste brought by the dragon blood dragon pill. His black eyes were bright, and he was eager to try: "Youyou, someone passed a book to me, saying that there are black dragons raging on the south coast, it's better than us—"

With a "click", Xie Ziyou smashed the tea cup in his hand.

He darkened his face and slowly turned his head: "I, we, what, what?"

Guan Heng: "You...didn't you mention the anniversary last time, I think...to make today the anniversary of the dragon slaying every year."

One is slaughtered every year.

"What then?" Xie Ziyou gritted his teeth, "Save seven dragon pills, and summon Shenlong?"

Guan Heng thought for a moment, then nodded: "It's not impossible..."

"It must not work!"

Xie Ziyou quickly threw the tea cup in his hand and smashed it on the window lattice not far away. The breeze entered through the door and swept his hot cheeks. The beautiful peach eyes were bright because of the anger. If there is a flame, it will be agile and gorgeous.

Guan Heng: "...oh."

So lost.