Xie Heng didn't know whether he had hugged her or not, but he was certain that there was something wrong with his body and senses.

That day, after the sudden bone-piercing pain, an indescribable warmth spread throughout his body. Even though he was in a long, cold night and drizzling rain, Xie Heng still felt as if he was being bathed in the orange light of the sun. The warmth enveloped him, and he could faintly hear the rhythmic sound of his blood pumping. When he raised his hand to touch the air, he felt as if he was touching fine brocade.

It was delicate, warm, and elastic. He could poke a shallow dimple with just a poke.

A faint fruity fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. It was as if he was holding a warm, fragrant jade in his arms, making him restless.

Every time Xie Heng relaxed his state of mind, this strange feeling wouldn't disperse. But when Xie Heng held his breath and tried to sense it carefully and find out what it was, it was like the wind that swept past a branch, swaying in midair and disappearing without a trace.

Xie Heng couldn't figure it out.

After several days of experimentation and contemplation, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. "Is this the legendary post-traumatic stress disorder?

Uh … That's strange. "

Xie Heng twisted the handle of his axe in distress. He thought that not only was there a problem with his senses, but his brain was also in danger. "What post-traumatic stress disorder?" This term was strange and unfamiliar. Where did he hear it from?

Why didn't he have any impression of it?

While his mind wandered, he raised his axe effortlessly. The sharp tip of the axe drew a graceful arc in the air. Xie Heng flicked his wrist, and the heavy axe made him feel as if he was using a light and slender sword. After a few consecutive strikes, his sword energy exploded. The wooden block in front of him cracked and shattered into countless tiny pieces.

Xie Heng thought, "… Oh no!"

Before he could pack up the wooden chips on the ground, the wooden door creaked open, and Xu Waner's dusty little face popped out.

"Big Brother Xie," she called out, "have you chopped the firewood?

The rice is in the pot! "

"Wait a moment!" Xie Heng shouted.

He hurriedly threw the sawdust to the ground and picked up another round log from the side of his feet. His left hand firmly pressed it against the stake, while his right hand held the axe and gestured a few times, but he still felt awkward.

Chopping firewood should be similar to holding a knife, right?

Thinking of this, for some reason, the young man's thoughts suddenly became clear.

Previously, Xie Heng had devoted himself to the path of the sword and had never paid attention to other weapons. But now, as he imagined holding a saber in his hand, his sluggish fingers quietly clenched. Suddenly, a trembling sense of familiarity and joy surged from his soul.

Swish swish!

A few streaks of white light flashed past, and straight cracks appeared on the round wood, but they still converged back to their original state. However, Xie Heng raised his hand and gently touched them, and they immediately scattered into a piece of wood of equal thickness.

The broken pieces of wood rolled down from the wooden pile, rolled a few times on the muddy ground, and quietly stopped.

Xie Heng lowered his head absentmindedly and looked at the fine lines on his palm. He was stunned.

Could it be that in addition to his talent in the Dao of the Sword, he was also talented in the Dao of the Saber?

…

Xie Ziyou didn't know how confused the protagonist was. He couldn't even spare much energy to pay attention to the increase of his points — Xie family's education model of wanting their son to succeed in life was simply as difficult as purgatory. Every day, he suffered unspeakably.

Whether it was swordsmanship or body movement, he still had to drink a large bowl of black medicine every day. Every day, his cheap mother, Wang Yun, would come in person and watch him drink it all with her own eyes.

Even in front of her own son, the woman still put on makeup and wore red and green clothes. Her fingernails and thin lips were as red as blood. As she walked, she stirred up a greasy fragrance. Although her smile was sweet, it made Xie Ziyou's hair stand on end.

Xie Ziyou even asked the System to check the composition of the black medicine.

The result proved that it was indeed a tonic. It was decocted from all kinds of superior spiritual herbs. Every bowl could help Xie Ziyou remove the impurities in his body, make his muscles and bones more agile, and make him more compatible with spiritual energy. This greatly accelerated the speed of cultivation.

Xie Ziyou rubbed the test report. His round fingertips pinched a clear round mark on the edge of the paper. He muttered doubtfully, "Why don't I believe it …"

He always felt that Wang Yun didn't really care about him. In her eyes, this son of hers might just be a useful tool that could help her hold on to her husband's heart and ensure that she could enjoy her old age in peace.

Forget it, forget it. Xie Ziyou had a headache.

He was here to play the role of the villain, not to ask for a mother's love. Moreover, wasn't it a joke to seek true love in the Xuanhuan Continent, where the strong were respected?

Guan Heng was the most special protagonist Xie Ziyou had ever met. Such a chance encounter … There was no need to ask for extravagant wishes, and it was impossible for there to be a second time.

When he thought of Guan Heng, Xie Ziyou couldn't help but feel sad.

He shook his head and tried hard to suppress the pain in his heart. He got up and opened the window, letting the bright sunlight sprinkle on his body.

The gentle breeze gently caressed the youth's fair cheeks and brushed away the sadness in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the door.

From afar, Xie Ziyou vaguely heard someone shouting angrily, "She can't have run far. Chase after her!"

Xie Ziyou's curiosity was piqued. He pulled the System and asked, "What's going on over there?"

The little bee flapped its wings and buzzed. It drilled out of the window and flew towards the noise.

Soon, the System returned and told Xie Ziyou, "They're chasing after the protagonist's former maid. They say that she stole something from her master's house."

The word "protagonist" was like a keyword. Xie Ziyou looked like he was being tagged. He urged, "What did she steal?"

"The only thing left behind by the protagonist's mother. It's a jade pendant."

"Oh?" Xie Ziyou's eyes lit up. "Can she escape?"

The System said, "It's difficult."

"Xie family's house is heavily guarded. There are sentries for miles outside the house. It's not easy for her to escape from the house, but if she wants to escape from this mountain … it's almost impossible."

Xie Ziyou's brows furrowed.

His white fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the window lattice, making a light and low muffled sound. The vermilion window lattice was slightly cold, and it was stained with the humidity of the night, silently spreading to the young man's round fingertips.

After a long silence, Xie Ziyou asked softly, "What will happen if she's caught?"

"Drowned in a pig cage?

Or dismembered by five horses. She'll die a horrible death. After all, we have to kill the chicken to warn the monkey. "

Xie Ziyou's delicate eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

"… You, do you want to save her?"

The System flew lightly under the sunlight and hovered in front of Xie Ziyou. Xie Ziyou's breathing quickened. A thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of its small nose. It looked into the boy's clear and bright eyes. Through the beautiful amber eyes, it found a trace of hesitation and reluctance hidden in them.

"It's okay to save her. After all, the protagonist won't know."

The little bee drew a clear arc. Its thin, almost transparent wings reflected the fluorescent light. Its back was dyed with a faint golden pattern. After buzzing for a moment, it lightly landed on the boy's soft black hair.

"Even if she escapes, she won't meet the protagonist so quickly.

Whether we save her now or not, by the time the protagonist finds out about his maid's situation, we'll probably have completed the mission and left. "

"Youyou, just do as you wish. I know that doing an antagonist's quest is an extremely difficult thing to do."

Many people, many people who were kind at the beginning, destroyed themselves day after day in the villain's mission. In the end, they became people that even they hated … The System had seen such a tragedy.

It didn't want Xie Ziyou to become like that.

If he was a little slower, then so be it. If his performance was a little worse, then so be it. System 011 thought that it wanted its host to complete the mission happily. When he finally collected enough points and returned, even if he had to go through a lot, he could still retain his youthful temperament.

"Here you go."

The bee flapped its wings and a black robe appeared out of thin air. It landed beside Xie Ziyou's hand.

The robe fluttered its sleeves. It was neat and restrained, like thick ink that couldn't be dissolved.

Along with it was a white fox mask with a thin nose and mouth. Its cheeks were dyed with light red lines. There was a flame-shaped line in the middle of its forehead, blazing and flamboyant.

Xie Ziyou was flabbergasted. "Why … are you still keeping this thing?"

This was the outfit he used to hide his identity during his first mission.

At that time, as a complete newcomer, Xie Ziyou had no points. He could only buy ordinary clothes and masks in the World of Wishes.

Later, with the points and the System's exchange space, Xie Ziyou never thought of this thing again. It was a street item and worthless. He thought he had thrown it away long ago.

He didn't expect the System to still keep it.

This guy, could it be that at that time, he had already thought that he would be poor in the future?

…

Xie Ziyou was in a bad state.

As soon as he finished chopping the firewood, an inexplicable palpitation suddenly hit him. In an instant, the world was dark and the light was dim. The boy blankly stretched out his hand. His five fingers randomly touched the air a few times. Finally, he touched a hard and rough place.

It should be a stone wall.

In the next second, he completely lost the light. All the noise disappeared at the speed of light. Even his breathing became heavy and weak. In a trance, Xu Waner's scream was stretched out and the ending gradually dissipated. It couldn't be heard clearly.

What the hell is going on?

Xie Ziyou thought miserably. Did I faint?

No, how could I be conscious when I fainted? Could it be that I … suddenly died?

But when the boy was in a panic, he gradually heard a sound in his ears.

It was the sound of fighting. Xie Ziyou was most familiar with the sound of swords. Metal and stone collided, weapons clashed, and countless mysterious spells exploded around him, stirring up the whistling wind. The impact was surging like the ocean, continuous waves, and fiercely slapping him one after another.

The sound of swords was as sharp as arrows. Even if it was mixed in the chaotic fighting sound, it was still otherworldly, elegant and light. It was like a swordsman who walked through the flowers with his clothes fluttering. His expression was leisurely, but he was not stained in the slightest.

"Good swordsmanship," Xie Ziyou thought.

The world he was in seemed to be synchronized with the swordsman. With Xie Ziyou's hearing and knowledge, he could clearly distinguish the swordsman's agile and swift footwork. It was compatible with the swordsman's swordsmanship, and it was hidden in the realm of Taoist rhythm.

When the fight was fierce, bright flashes of light flashed around the boy from time to time. With the help of the flash of light, Xie Ziyou accurately captured a flash of cold light. It was sharp and unstoppable, and the Sword Qi was everywhere, setting off thousands of wind waves.

The figure moved swiftly, and the sword light was cold.

The hand holding the sword was slender and Fair Complexion. It was obviously a man, about the same age as Xie Ziyou.

Xie Ziyou tried hard to open his eyes, but the light around him was too poor. He could only catch a glimpse of the swordsman's sleeves fluttering. Wherever the sword went, the grass and leaves would fly. The people besieging him fell down one after another.

Although it was not as good as Xie Ziyou at his peak, it was not far off.

Xie Ziyou looked at the flying sword light, and his eyes gradually became infatuated. He almost forgot about his own situation.

His talent was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he had extremely high standards. In addition, Xie family's attitude toward him was very cold, so Xie Ziyou did not have many friends since he was young, let alone confidants.

Now that he saw him, Xie Ziyou felt a little excited. He only hated that the surroundings were dim and he could not speak.

Who was this person?