My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 390 Final reason

Bailong's voice sounded like a loud bell, causing their ears to hurt for a moment.

At this time, the little girl suddenly tugged hard on the boy's tattered cuffs.

Her timid eyes looked misty. When she saw the young man turning around, her little hand holding the cuffs subconsciously loosened a little, just like how she would usually do when she was caught tugging on the cuffs. She was particularly shy and avoided it, but the last slender hand His index finger still tightly hooked the corner, unwilling to let go.

The young man slowly knelt down beside her, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a soft and hoarse voice: "Is he your father?"

When he first met the little girl as a child, he was in a desert with a temperature difference of nearly 50 degrees Celsius. Moreover, he was afraid of birth to an extreme level. He never spoke or wrote down his family and name. He had no worries at all. .

But as they spent time together, the boy no longer cared whether the little girl was weird in the secret realm, but now someone who claimed to be a parent came over, and he had to ask the little girl for her opinion no matter what.

The little girl curled up in Yu Yu's arms, looking at the boy timidly. After a long time, she pursed her lips and nodded sadly.

"Uh..." The young man suddenly became speechless. He didn't know what to say for a moment, because the Bailong in front of him was really the little girl's father, and he had no reason to stop him.

But An Tong still held Yu Yu and the little girl in her arms tightly. She suddenly let go of the breath she had been holding back, and there were some beads of sweat on her forehead.

"I don't care if you are her father or not, haven't you seen that the little girl is particularly afraid of you?"

"Who knows what kind of father you are, and those incomprehensible words you just said, you are not taking her home at all, why on earth are you taking her!"

An Tong stared at the dragon scales on Bailong's body, but these... were Bailong's reverse scales.

The indescribable coercion was realized in an instant, causing the terrifying beasts outside the house to let out wailing screams, but they were fleeting and fell into dead silence.

"I am going to send her to follow the Great Opportunity One."

"And you, in just a hundred years, you will die."

"Do I want my daughter to turn into dust along with you insects?"

"Insect!?" An Tong's face turned pale for a moment, but she still gritted her teeth and retorted, but the boy next to her gently stopped her.

"An Tong," the young man said in a hoarse and low voice, "he is the little girl's father after all..."

"And we are not qualified to decide her future."

Even if they are not the middle-aged men in front of them, the alien beasts outside can easily tear them apart, and they are reasonable... The other person is the father of the little girl, but he and An Tong are just outsiders who have just met.

"But what about her present?" An Tong looked at her husband, "The future that no one can determine is very important, so the present is not important and can be sacrificed at will?"

"But……"

"Shut up!" An Tong scolded fiercely, and then glared at Bailong in front of him despite the pressure, "During this period, we have been taking care of your daughter, and I think we should have the basic right to know! "

"Not to mention, what did you do when your daughter was lost in the desert!"

An Tong knew her husband's character too well. When she was in the hospital, she would always nag a lot of truth to herself. Although she also liked to listen...it didn't mean that she really knew how to listen.

Moreover, now is not the time to reason at all. This is a strange and unpredictable secret realm, and it is still in the camp occupied by White... Even if he is really the father of the little girl, who does he want such a young child to follow? !
However, these questions made Bai Long completely lose his patience. Veins of white scales began to appear faintly on the back of his hands, and it seemed that the afterimage of the dragon's claws could be seen.

This chessboard... does not belong to the chess master.

Bailong, who has not yet entered the heavenly realm, is still wary of the rumored Pure Land, and does not intend to take action at will, otherwise it will be annoying to be surrounded and suppressed by the ancient sect again.

Moreover, his daughter will be a real dragon in the future, but he... is just a dragon.

But how dare they speak to me like this? Even if they are all killed, what can those sects say?

Do you want to start a war with yourself as a high-ranking person for three insects?
But just as Bai Long slowly raised his claws, the little girl curled up in Yu Yu's arms suddenly began to struggle.

She ran to the side in fear, hesitated for a long time, and then picked up a broken page from the drawing book on the ground. Then she squatted on the ground and started writing crookedly with her delicate hands. This word could only be understood by teenagers.

Don't move even an inch

(sorry)

The young man suddenly felt a little tight in his chest...but his own reason made him say something that even he felt uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, the person you are going to follow in the future is a very good person, and I...can't take care of you at all." The young man gently rubbed the little girl's messy hair, his expression was obviously smiling, but his voice was Extremely astringent.

"You have to grow up eventually. The time now is very short, but the time in the future is very long..."

clatter--

The little girl's head was always lowered, and her tears fell in the middle of the drawing paper, soaking the crooked sentence "You can't move even an inch".

The boy felt distressed and hugged the little girl whose shoulders were shaking. He knew that the little girl was reluctant, but... what reason could he use to stop her?

And, that's a really good future.

"You are still young and don't understand many things... You will understand in the future, but by then, we may not be here anymore."

"Besides, you may have forgotten about us by then."

"Well, it's an honor to have this history with you, right?
The little girl's future is a real dragon. What should I use instead of the word 'honor'?

An Tong was silent. She couldn't think of anything wrong with what her husband said, but she just couldn't accept it.

The so-called true dragon...is it really that important?

The little girl was crying like that, why should she be forced to follow some inexplicable person?

An Tong really couldn't understand. It was as if she didn't care about the so-called better future when she was asked to choose between the Situ family and her husband!

"Um……"

The voice was extremely soft, so soft that no one seemed to hear it clearly, just like the little girl's soft yes to the sentence the boy wrote for herself under the starry sky in the desert.

"I will, be obedient..."

"I think, you remember, I..." "Don't forget me..."

Her voice was broken, like a child who had just learned to speak.

Then she timidly pushed the boy away, hooked her two little hands together, pursed her lips tightly, and walked to her father's side.

The young man couldn't understand why the little girl's delicate figure looked so lonely for a while.

Isn't he her father?

Bailong didn't say much, turned around and prepared to leave.

When the boy picked up the little girl from kindergarten and brought her home, he carefully held her in his arms and let her doze off peacefully. But now her father didn't even hold her hand, leaving the delicate girl like this. He staggered behind him.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took out a small bag of nutritional milk for her to drink every day from the storage mirror, but when he chased them out, their figures were already hidden in the darkness...

That's it, leave?
But real dragons...are pretty good too.

After all, that guy is not the 'false protagonist' in the anti-routine, but the real protagonist of this world.

What are you?

Perhaps, I shouldn't have appeared in that desert in the first place...

The young man silently held the nutritious milk that had been unscrewed from the bag and returned to the fish drying room. He was stunned for a long time without saying anything.

And An Tong walked behind him, hugged the young man around his waist.

"I'm sorry..." The boy's voice seemed extremely hoarse.

However, An Tong did not stop him from saying sorry this time. Instead, she pressed her forehead against his back and whispered, "You shouldn't have said this to me, but her."

"Can't we give her a better future?"

"She really doesn't want to leave with that so-called father. She just wants to protect us..."

"I shouldn't have met her," the young man suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "I shouldn't have appeared in that desert either... Maybe I shouldn't have appeared in the secret realm in the first place."

"At this time, I should obviously be preparing for the college entrance examination, and you are studying inheritance at the Situ family..."

"I disturbed her original life trajectory...I almost ruined it."

"Then do you think...you have ruined my life?" An Tong asked softly from behind him.

But after a long time, the young man remained silent and did not answer.

An Tong's forehead was still pressed against his back until her whole body was pressed against it, "But I fall in love with you now."

"I like your interruption, I like it very much..."

"I want to be destroyed by you more, until you are the only one left in the world, only you..."

"So, let's chase her back, okay?"

The young man was still silent for a long time, but An Tong didn't say anything more, because she was his wife, and then the house was eerily quiet for a while.

Then An Tong wiped the tears that she had shed at some point, squatted down, and began to collect all the paintings on the ground. This was the only thought the little girl left for them.

Then the young man also squatted down, but when he was gathering these paintings, he felt that the paintings on these lined notebooks looked familiar for a while.

In a painting, there are two girls holding hands inside the house, a boy outside the house, and around them are many small animals drawn by the little girl.

Another painting was drawn by a little girl in a kindergarten, with many crooked children playing together. But looking at it now, and also referring to the height of the small house next to it, I found that this scene is very similar to the fate of the Zhuxian Formation, and other The characteristics are also the long hair left by the ancients.

At this time, a half-painted painting fell into the boy's hands. He picked it up in a daze and found that the painting was very messy.

On the right side of the painting, there are many little people, all with their arms raised high, seeming to be cheering, and a little boy who looks like a boy is lifted up high, surrounded by people, and seems to be holding a star in his hand. Pearl.

As for the left side of the painting, it is the unfinished part. A very rough-drawn little snake is lying on the ground, and the position of the abdomen seems to be frightened by something, causing the pen to poke a small hole here. .

At the same time, there are many dried tears on one half of the painting, and there are even some traces of sand scratches on the other half, and the handwriting seems to have stopped halfway through the painting...

The young man stared at the right side of the painting, and suddenly thought, what exactly does the middle-aged man mean by following?

Could it be the refining formation eye?
He stood up stiffly. Spiritual beasts cannot be directly refined, because the meridians of spirit beasts are extremely complex. If they want to be completely matched, all these meridians must be removed, leaving only the spirit core for refining and gestation. After all, the spirit beast The refining of weapons must be geared towards spiritual embryos, let alone spiritual beasts.

If the spiritual beast has spiritual consciousness left in its spiritual core, then there is still hope of coexisting with the cultivators. But the little girl, she can survive in the desert with a temperature difference of 50°C at most, but where does the cultivation and spiritual consciousness come from? ?
He suddenly understood what he had just done. He watched the little girl go. The so-called better future was for her to die.

At that time, the only thing she could do was to hold on to her cuffs. When she was about to send her to die, the little girl was particularly scared and wondered if she had done something wrong, so she wrote down her apology.

The young man didn't know what to do at this time, but when he stood up, he found that the room was empty everywhere.

"Senior—!"

Yu Yu fell when she ran into the house. She was worried about the movement of those strange beasts, so she was alert to the situation outside, but now she ran in in a panic.

The young man hurriedly helped Yu Yu up and treated her with the [Green Bag Book].

"What's wrong with you, where's An Tong?"

"Sister An Tong," Yu Yu said extremely weakly and with a pale face: "She suddenly ran out just now, and I couldn't stop her."

The young man was a little stunned. Only then did he remember that the painting had just fallen next to him.

An Tong...has seen this painting.

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This chapter must have been painful to read, and it was painful for me to write it, but the author has no masochistic tendencies, so please believe in the plot that follows!
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