The pitter-patter of rain fell on the windowsill, creating a dark cloud on the thin window paper. It was then caught up by the following raindrops, converging into a small stream of water that flowed down to the bluestone below.

Listening to the vague sound of the rain, Xie Heng curled up into a ball. His eyelashes trembled for a few seconds before he finally opened his eyes slowly.

His vision was also blurry. He could only vaguely see the simple furnishings in the house, the stone stove, and a small pile of firewood beside the stove. There was a flickering light in the stove, most likely from the flames.

Xie Heng tried hard to blink his eyes.

As he regained his rationality, the dizziness from the excessive blood loss and the sharp pain of having his bones dug out struck him again. The teenager could not withstand the pain of having his skin peeled off. He could not help but gasp. His right hand subconsciously reached for the wound and touched a carefully wrapped bundle of fine cloth.

"Hey, don't move."

A clear voice sounded. The blurry figure squatting in front of the stove anxiously got up and walked quickly to the bed.

Xie Heng tried hard to open his eyes. His dim and blood-stained eyes finally regained focus. He saw the simple stone house in front of him and the beautiful girl who was anxiously bending down and reaching for his forehead.

When the cold and delicate hand touched the teenager's forehead, Xie Heng's vision suddenly blurred. Several fragmented images flashed through his mind. He vaguely caught a glimpse of a slender and elegant figure. Her face was blurred, but when she tilted her head slightly, he could see the delicate outline of her side profile and a pair of Lê Lê eyes.

But in the next moment, as if a dam had broken, the memory fragments that surged like a tidal wave came to an abrupt stop. They turned into a puddle of snow and quickly dissipated.

Xie Heng frowned slightly.

While he was daydreaming, the girl had already retracted her hand with a slightly red face. She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and murmured, "It's not hot anymore. That's great. The fever is finally gone!"

Xie Heng's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words' the fever has subsided '. He tried to move his fingertips, and the soreness from his high fever for many days finally entered his mind. He was used to holding a sword, and his body could lift a thousand pounds without batting an eyelid. But now, even clenching his fists was extremely difficult.

After several attempts, Xie Heng finally gave up. He raised his head with a bitter smile and looked at the girl beside the bed. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Thank you for saving my life, Miss."

"Oh, it's okay," the girl smiled shyly, "I'm Xu Waner, just call me Wan'er. Big brother, where are you from?"

"My surname is … Xie Heng." At the mention of this name, Xie Heng's eyes darkened slightly, but he quickly smiled and continued, "My name is Heng."

"Ah!"

Xu Waner covered her mouth in surprise. She frowned and asked in confusion, "Big Brother, are you … the young master of the Xie family?"

Xie Heng's smile became more bitter, "Look at me, I'm so miserable. What kind of young master do I look like?"

Xu Waner was a little hesitant. Her fingertips clutched her cuffs uneasily, "But that mountain is clearly the mansion of the Xie family.

Big brother, why … why did you fall into the water?

Why did you get this injury? "

"I'm too outstanding, so I'm hated."

The sound of the rain and the flickering of the stove cast shadows on the young man's pale cheeks due to the loss of blood.

Xie Heng's eyelids drooped slightly. A few strands of hair fell and covered his dark eyes. He paused for a moment and softly mocked himself, "Alas, is it my fault that my mother gave birth to me too well?"

Xu Waner was speechless.

This big brother that she picked up … seemed to be a little different from what she imagined.

…

On the other hand, Xie Ziyou finally found the time to ask the System about the extra eighty years in the previous world when he finally settled down in Chea Prefecture.

The System sighed and said, "It's probably a bug in the input of the headquarters. It's hard to come by."

Xie Ziyou said, "… I see."

He was secretly happy that he was able to spend a hundred years with his lover in the previous world. However, when he thought of Guan Heng, Xie Ziyou's heart began to ache again.

The young man hurriedly changed the topic and pretended to complain, "Your company is too unreliable. They make mistakes every day. Won't the employees be killed by them?"

"You, don't pretend to be innocent after you've gained something," the System said helplessly.

"… Who's pretending to be innocent? I'm just telling the truth." Xie Ziyou's eyes widened slightly, "What's that before? Senior Goldfinger?

303？

This whole world has passed. Have you seen his shadow? "

The System was silent.

It could not understand this matter either.

"I knew you guys were unreliable." Xie Ziyou said firmly, "What if the one who was tricked wasn't me, but someone else?"

"Uh …"

System 011's tone was a little subtle.

Xie Ziyou sensitively caught a hint of unnaturalness. His heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?

Have you been tricked too? "

"You, you're my host." The System sighed. "Didn't you ask me where I've been all this time?

Actually … "

Actually, System 011 had two choices.

One was to wait for Xie Ziyou in the space of the headquarters.

This was a very convenient and fast method because the flow of time was different in different space-times. The headquarters stood outside of all the torrents of time. There, it only needed to wait for 20 minutes, which was equivalent to 20 years of Xie Ziyou's time in the small world.

However, there was an annoying fellow who insisted on forcing him to consider another option.

That was to go to another independent small world where the flow of time was consistent with the flow of time. Then, it would cover its memory and live 20 years of life as a "human".

There was nothing wrong with this.

A person whose memory was covered would be like a blank piece of paper. They could enjoy the world to their heart's content. After the vacation, they could just turn around and leave. They wouldn't bring anything with them when they were born, and they wouldn't bring anything with them when they died. They would be free and easy.

Therefore, System 011 agreed to its colleague's suggestion to find a remote small world and live out the rest of its life as a young master of an aristocratic family who was destined to only have 20 years of life.

The young master, who was bedridden and incurable, had a jade-like face that was not inferior to Pan An's. He was cherished by the entire family. Thus, the modest young master, who was as gentle as jade, looked back under the pear blossom tree. The falling petals were like rain, and he actually entered the noble's eyes.

Even though his sweetheart didn't have much time left, that person refused to give up. She put down her status and pursued him bitterly.

System 011 remembered that its time was almost up, and it didn't want to bring suffering to others. Therefore, it refused to agree no matter what.

However, the young master who was sentenced to a 20-year reprieve by the doctor, the state preceptor, the nameless sorcerer, the hermit expert … on the day of the ceremony, unexpectedly … didn't die.

Xie Ziyou who was listening to the story: … Damn.

He didn't know why, but when he heard the System's faint tone, he felt a surge of guilt in his heart.

"Anyway, that's it.

A hundred years, hmm, what a scam. "The System concluded.

Xie Ziyou couldn't help but ask, "What happened after that?

The young master didn't die. What was the nobles' reaction?

Were they together? "

"… You, don't ask about these details."

"Ah?

Don't, tell me, people have the right to gossip freely, right? "

"… You, the protagonist's Hatred Points have increased."

Xie Ziyou's attention was finally diverted.

He called up the System Panel and looked at the protagonist's Hatred Points column in big words: 108.

The moment he checked, the number flashed and jumped to 110.

Xie Ziyou was slightly stunned, and faintly felt gratified.

It seemed that this was a protagonist who was motivated to improve.

Not bad, not bad.

He came late and missed the most intense wave of Hatred Points when the protagonist's bone was dug out. But this continuous stream of Hatred Points, although the amount wasn't high, won in that it was stable, and there was an influx of Hatred Points every day.

Satisfied, Xie Ziyou closed the System Panel. He looked up and caught a glimpse of a bone that was casually placed on the table.

It was called a glass sword bone. In Xie Ziyou's eyes, this bone was whiter, more delicate, and slightly more transparent. If he looked at it carefully under the sunlight, he could faintly see the sharp sword-like filaments inside … But to put it bluntly, it was still not a bone.

According to the villain's plot, he needed to cut open his own chest, take out the spirit bone in the corresponding position, and stuff this bone in.

But Xie Ziyou raised the tip of the knife and waved it twice. The shiny blade reflected a small face that was pale because of nervousness. The sharp edge of the knife gently swept across Fair Complexion's warm chest, and the chill was bone-piercing. No matter what, he couldn't do it.

After several attempts, Xie Ziyou finally threw the knife away and his whole body was paralyzed on the bed.

"I don't want to do it anymore!"

He said angrily, "Dig it out, stuff it in, stuff it in, dig it out — is this a bone or a toilet bowl?"

It would hurt to death, okay?

What did he do in such a situation before?

That's right, he had exchanged for illusions in the System Space. Even if the protagonist dug his bones out in the future, he could use a large-scale illusion to solve the problem.

But the price of the illusion was 666, so it wasn't cheap.

Xie Ziyou didn't have it at the moment.

"It's okay, You," the System comforted him softly. "Now that we have a steady flow of Hatred Points, we can slowly accumulate them. We will definitely have enough before the day of the exit."

It seemed to be okay?

Xie Ziyou pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

"As long as you preserve this bone well and return it to the protagonist on the final day, then use the illusion to create an illusion." The System added.

"Okay."

Xie Ziyou responded and threw the bone back on the table, letting it roll a few times and hit the navy blue songhua inkstone on the table.

The teenager blinked slightly and turned his head, his beautiful peach blossom eyes shining brightly.

"System, now that we have time, let's talk about … the story of Little Gongzi?"

System: "…"

Tired!

…

At the edge of the county at the foot of the mountain, in a simple stone house, Xie Ziyou screamed in pain and raised his hand to cover his chest.

Fang Cai felt a strange feeling enveloping his body, as if he was being held by slender Yingbai's fingers, swayed a few times, and then lightly thrown out — his whole body hit the wooden platform, rolled a few times, and hit something hard.

His bones almost fell apart.

But the strange feeling came and went quickly. The next second, when the teenager frowned and concentrated on feeling, he couldn't feel anything strange anymore. He could only hear the pitter-patter of rain outside the window.

The curtain of rain was like a curtain, wetting the willows and peach blossoms.

Strange, was it an illusion?

While he was still puzzled, Xu Wan'er quickly walked over with a bowl of steaming porridge in her hand. When she was three meters away from the bed, she gradually slowed down her footsteps. Her delicate cheeks were flushed.

She was wearing a very simple gray dress, a few strands of hair falling from her forehead, and a touch of flying ash stuck to her white and tender face, but her beautiful eyes were bright.

"Big Brother Xie, eat something," the girl whispered, "I added some red dates in the porridge."

"My father said that red dates are good for Qi, nourishing the blood and calming the nerves. It's very suitable to drink when you lose blood."

Xie Ziyou looked at the red dates floating on the snow-white porridge, hesitated for a moment, and then smiled gently and took the bowl of porridge.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"You're welcome!" Xu Waner nervously wrung her hands, "I … also want to drink it."

The girl's delicate face was rosy, and the hem of her apron was twisted into a ball, crumpled in her hands. She kept glancing in another direction, not daring to look directly at Xie Ziyou.

The spring rain pitter-pattered, and the cool breeze of early spring whistled past the roof beams. The flickering fire was reflected in the room, and the warm yellow halo fell on the mottled stone wall. The steam rising from the pot slowly spread out, spreading a silent warmth.

There was a faint flash of light in the distance.

Muffled thunder followed, rumbling and shattering half the sky.

Along with the rumbling thunder, a young man's sonorous voice suddenly sounded from outside the door. He banged on the door and shouted, "Wan'er!

Xu Waner! "

"I've already convinced my father!"

"He said that as long as you give me the Xuanling Sect's exam exemption order, he will buy Hsu's Knife Yard, give you ten servants, and a house in the center of the city. You won't have to suffer in such a crude and crude place!"

The earth-shattering banging on the door broke the originally tranquil atmosphere. The cold water vapor that was blocked outside the room by the wooden door and two window lattices quietly seeped in, and along with the rustling sound of wood chips falling from the door, it filled the crack of the door.

Inside the room, Xie Ziyou looked up thoughtfully.

He happened to see the girl's face suddenly change from a shy smile to an uncontrollable rage.

Xu Waner's delicate expression changed. She angrily rolled up her sleeves and rushed to the door.

Her slender fingers hurriedly wiped the wrinkled apron, pulled open the door latch, and raised her hand to give a loud slap.

"Slap!"

Even the thunder couldn't cover the crisp sound of the slap.

The girl put one hand on her waist, and the other hand gathered the scattered hair on her forehead behind her back. Her almond-shaped eyes were red with anger, and there was a faint haze of tears in them.

"Zhao Ruhao, give up on that idea!"

Xu Waner stubbornly shouted in a loud voice under the confused gaze of the young man outside the door.

"Even if my father dies, I can support the Knife Yard by myself!"

"You want to take over the Xu Family's martial arts field? Tell your father, he's dreaming!"