My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 383

Even in historical records, there are occasional embellishments. It is also the pursuit of historians to let their handwriting be passed down through the ages.

This is also why the man has not yet killed the young man in front of him.

He even made him talk nonsense about the eldest son of the family and the shortcomings of the family.

"Are you unconscious?" the man asked, feeling a little bored.

The young man did not reply, but he took out two rusty and broken swords from the storage mirror.

The crimson flames covered the cracks on the rusty sword like magma on the earth. As the rust cracked, a crimson sword that seemed to have been taken out of a furnace looked extremely dazzling in the rainy night, and heavy rain fell on it. The constant stabbing sounds made the tempered sword even more bright.

The other rusty sword was spread by dark blue veins, and the heavy rain falling on the sword seemed to be absorbed and disappeared, and in the darkness it became more and more like a strange blue coming from the netherworld.

"Those words were not meant for you..." The boy's voice was extremely hoarse, "I don't know if I can survive."

"But, I promised my wife that she must be the only heroine."

"Even though her male protagonist is a bit unbearable, he is just a passerby serving as a backdrop."

"But he will also try his best..."

"Cough-cough-!"

As the man waved his fan, the purple-red jade shaft instantly pierced the boy's chest. The man stared at the other man impatiently, "I have no interest in what you said. Write it into my history book." , are all pure failures.”

"The love between children... is simply ridiculous."

"Before the rolling wheel of history, everything seems so small. Even if you think it is so touching, it is just a drop in the ocean."

"When you have the opportunity to stand higher in the future, you will understand how stupid what you did today is!"

Pulling out the jade stem from his chest, spitting out a mouthful of scarlet blood, the boy's figure stabbed the opponent vertically with the sword in an instant!
"Don't you fucking understand what I'm saying? Those words are not for you, but for my wife!"

The afterimages of faint blue and scorching red seemed to stir up the entire rainy night, and the water line in the [Gonggong] field also seemed to dance and tear away from the man, putting the man at a brief disadvantage.

But at this moment, in the night sky covered by the heavy rain, a magnificent golden aura began to emerge, and the golden chessboard clinging to the sky gradually condensed.

This shows that the chess player is about to make a move.

Seeing this, the man frowned slightly, then waved his fan and said coldly: "You are so stubborn, how can you be so stupid!"

The embarrassed young man stood in the heavy rain and almost collapsed, but the man was not injured at all, and even did not touch the rain.

"Don't think that the things you protect are so precious. Do you think I haven't owned them before?" The man missed the opponent's attack and scolded: "I told you, those are all false."

"Asking you one last time..."

"Zhu Rong——!"

The rusty sword that had been [quenched] finally tore through the male's defense, and the blood splashed on the sword was carbonized in the blink of an eye. But in the next moment, the boy was thrown more than a hundred meters, until the two swords in his hands were dragged on the ground. After leaving two deep marks, it stopped abruptly before smashing into the fish room.

The man stared at the young man in front of him, his eyebrows furrowing more and more.

wish……?
Is that the real name of the inheritance?

But why can't I even have any idea?
Could it be...that it is the inheritance of official history?
He actually holds the real name inherited from official history! ?
"What a great gesture. I underestimated the gang of losers in the Special Academy..." The man wiped the blood on his sleeve, and the energy around him began to be stirred up.

It seems a bit difficult to defeat the opponent in a short time... Then I can only kill him as quickly as possible!
The body moved forward in an instant, and the traps created by the [Gonggong] field suddenly appeared, but in the next moment, they were all swept away by the man with a fan.

"In the 'realm' of the Chess Saint, even if I don't expand the 'realm' of the Xuan level, the realm of the upper Huang level alone is enough to kill you!"

"Remember, you are really...going to lose your mind!"

……

A man who is completely serious exudes terrifying pressure like a master. Even the heavy rain that the young man tried his best to cause before this battle was shattered by the clouds with his palm, leaving half of the night sky. They all reveal the bright stars and the chessboard where the pieces are about to be placed.

"Three souls and seven souls, return to Xuanwu."

The man who slowly finished his exercise looked at the young man lying in front of the fish room, almost breathing his last breath.

And it refers to the last breath of the world of cultivation.

But what makes the male feel a little bit incredible is that this young man can hold on for so long in his hands.

Its true energy seems to never be exhausted.

"You can maintain two inheritances at the same time to fight, and you can also heal yourself in strange ways..." "Even, it has the compatibility of the official historical inheritance..."

"It's a pity. If you are willing to join us, you will surely be able to accomplish something in the future, right?"

"Even if you can't reach the unreachable dome of the world, it's enough to have a place of your own."

The thick cumulonimbus clouds were shaken away, and the golden thread rising from the [12-9 Sword Tomb] was about to touch the chessboard, condense into black chess pieces and fall on the sky.

Then the man walked towards the short fish drying room, waved his fan gently, and stabbed a jade stem directly into the middle of the young man's throat.

"Stop resisting. I'm leaving you to breathe just so you can witness this last moment."

The young man's mouth was filled with black blood, choking him so much that he could not speak a word. When he desperately wanted to grab the man's ankle, another jade stem pierced his arm, making him almost Just cut it off.

"No matter what happens in this world, it must be written by the historian," the man slowly bent down, picked up the rusty sword beside the young man, and sighed softly: "Otherwise, everything in the past will just turn into a handful of loess."

"And the remaining traces can only be said by others."

"I thought that you could stand here and be a sensible person...but I never thought that you would be so ridiculous."

As the man raised his head, he looked at the location of [12-9 Sword Tomb].

White's blue dragon is about to be completely destroyed. Everything is exactly as written in the history books.

It's just that there are some details in the middle that "save pen and ink", which makes the process a little bumpy.

Finally, the golden threads rising from the [12-9 Sword Tomb] gradually condensed, and the rusty sword with traces of [Quenching] in the man's hand was also raised high.

In unofficial history that is difficult to study, the construction of some writings are often dramatic.

For example, in the critical tribulation field, the song "The Flower in the Back Garden" sung by the subjugated girl.

After all, only in this way can we leave traces of the past that are worth talking about and merge into the long river of history.

After all, some of them have even lost their true nature, but because of their vague legendary color, they are still remembered by future generations and make up all kinds of interesting stories from the past.

In fact, history was fabricated out of thin air and did not exist at all!

"What you did is considered interesting in my eyes. In this case, it is not inappropriate to leave two lines for you in my history book."

"When the black piece falls into the chessboard, I will use this Quyang's relic to completely chop off your head."

The man raised his sword and pointed it at the 12-9.

"Official history? Ridiculous-!"

"Why should we be defined as lonely ghosts?"

"Standing high in the law, it doesn't matter if the universe is already determined!"

"Even if it is unshakable history, then we will take away its inheritance, destroy its history, and subtly... replace it!"

"We are also the official history!"

The next moment, the rusty sword in the man's hand streaked across the sky, forming a fleeting arc and slashing towards the young man's neck.

"It's a pity that I invited you to witness that moment together."

"It's time to sound the bells!"

click-

Above the sky, the sound of the black chess pieces spread throughout the secret realm, and the male...

The man suddenly felt something was wrong.

I, why am I still that nameless... male?
His movements stopped stiffly and his brows furrowed, but he soon became panicked and didn't know what happened.

Then he suddenly raised his head and saw a scene that was difficult for him to understand.

The position of the black chess piece...isn't actually 12-9 on the chessboard!

"what on earth is it!"

(End of this chapter)