My wife is a passerby villain

It's 5:23 in the morning in Kailin City, and there is no bright color in the sky.

The crescent moon is in the sky, filled with stars.

And in this huge ancient capital, all the five million people living here are nowhere to be seen.

"Situ Nan, I'm here to see you, the head of the Situ family. What do you mean by stopping me like this?" An old man in ancient robes stood on a towering attic and yelled.

"You don't even have half an invitation, and you still want to meet the ancestors of my family?" Nan Jiang stood on the ground with his halberd, and the huge shadow hundreds of feet high behind him glared at him: "It's really ridiculous!"

"I heard that the head of the Situ family has just stood up and is ill. He brought treasures and came to pay a visit in person." The old man in ancient robes waved his hand, and several beautiful towers rose from the ground. He said in a cold voice: "I never thought that

...This little family has no etiquette at all."

"The third generation physician of Lijiang has not yet arrived, but it is you, the head of the Yangwang family of Lijiang, who has arrived." Nan condensed the longbow in the present world, and before the Qiong towers everywhere could send out their power, the shadow of Baizhang picked up the longbow.

, blasted it to pieces in an instant and said: "It's really the most ridiculous thing in the world, the most ridiculous thing in the world!"

However, the fragments of the Qiong Tower swept up and roared towards the phantom. After surrounding it, the old man raised his arms again and said: "Yellow Crane Tower."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud roar among the buildings, and the huge shadow wrapped in it collapsed like quicksand.

"Situ Nan, I think you have also paid homage to me and paid homage to the Yang Wang family of Jiang. May I be named Yang Wangnan and be one of the sons of my Yang Wang family?" The old man in ancient robes stepped down from the attic and walked down like a wooden sculpture.

The stagnant Nan Bean said coldly: "If you don't obey, you will kill yourself."

Above the crescent moon, a woman wearing rabbit earrings and bare, round and slender jade legs was watching all this quietly.

"Is that the Mao family?"

On the edge of the city, a young girl looked at the crescent moon, frowned slightly, and hummed: "I think her spiritual power is not as good as mine. How will she mediate in half a moment?"

Then the girl looked at the huge phantom that was constantly disintegrating in the distance and said: "This person came to study with a playful smile, but I didn't expect that he would have such a skill."

"But it's a pity that the inheritance has dissipated and there is no more spiritual energy to replenish. What else can I do now that I only have a Xuan level?"

"What a dog in the way."

"The head of the family might as well sacrifice the Sun Moon Pavilion directly and kill this person."

"You think so, senior brother?" After the girl finished speaking, she flattered the man in a feather robe next to her and said, "When the master of the family takes away the inheritance, we, brothers and sisters, will spend two days in this ancient capital?"

"Okay, junior sister, concentrate on protecting the law." The man in the feather robe said coldly, then shook the blood on the sword and quietly looked at four or five people in the distance.

"Yes, senior brother." The girl responded unhappily, and then pulled the sword out of the body of a blond man with a pop.

In the cheap hotel, Yan pressed her hand on the wound on An Tong's abdomen, letting it emit a faint healing aura.

She herself was pale now, and cold sweat was dripping down her hair.

As a specially adapted awakened person, Yan can use her abilities to barely maintain her sanity.

But her class is not high, she is just a middle-class person, and she cannot withstand the erosion for long.

She didn't know how long she could hold on, and what would An Tong do.

Looking back, she still doesn't know what happened.

Even if he asked his brother, he would remain silent.

"An Tong..." Yan looked at the little girl lying on the bed, who was getting more and more haggard, and persuaded her with tears in her eyes: "Just change her name."

"At least this will last until daytime."

"It's useless," An Tong shook her head slightly and said softly, "I can't see my future anymore."

"Besides, if I change my name...he won't be able to find me."

Yan knows An Tong's current state, and she has persisted until now almost entirely because of her obsession with seeing him.

But this obsession made her unwilling to change her name no matter what.

But if An Tong strengthens her recognition by changing her name, she can resist its erosion to a certain extent.

But... Yan has forgotten what name she wants to change it to.

"Why do you always miss him?" Yan tried to use other methods to persuade: "Think about your parents, they still..."

"My parents?" An Tong was unfamiliar with this term and said, "I have no parents."

Yandai looked at An Tong blankly, all the words she wanted to say were blocked in her chest.

Suddenly, An Tong's fingers, like dry wood, grabbed Yan hard and said: "Sister Yan?"

"What's wrong?"

"He's here!" An Tong's dry face suddenly showed a wrinkled look of joy: "I feel him."

Then An Tong seemed to be showing off, shaking Yan's arm with cloudy eyes and said: "He is really here, let me just say...he will come to me."

Yan suddenly became panicked and uneasy.

She had heard that people would have hallucinations when they were dying.

But she didn't know what to do.

An Tong lost strength due to her actions just now. After lying back, she prayed with desperate eyes: "Sister Yan, can you help me?"

"Say." Yan quickly lowered her head and put her ear to An Tong's mouth.

"Open the door for me," An Tong coughed twice and said softly, "right now."

Yan was stunned for a moment, walked to the door, then slowly opened the door a small crack, and looked out.

Bang!

Yan closed the door tightly almost instantly.

Because she saw a boy running desperately outside the door.

He is wearing the same school uniform as An Tong.

An Tong inherited the divination inheritance of the Situ family, and it is indeed possible to calculate...

But how did he find this place?

Yan gritted her teeth, turned around, and locked the door directly.

This boy is An Tong's last obsession. If they meet...

When Yan locked the door, the door was banged wildly, and at the same time, a boy's shouting voice was heard.

"An Tong!"

"An Tong, are you in there?"

"An Tong!!!"

"Sister Yan... I told you, he will definitely find her." An Tong raised herself up little by little and said with a happy face.

"An Tong, it's not him." Yan looked at An Tong's dehumanized appearance and swallowed with tears in her eyes: "It's really not him."

An Tong smiled desperately and said: "I beg you, I really want to see him..."

Yandai looked at An Tong's turbid yet firm eyes, froze for a long time, and finally lowered her head and slowly opened the door.

An Tong smiled softly, and then shouted with all her strength: "Husband, I'm here!"

After hearing the sound outside the door, there was silence for a moment, and then there was a bang, and the door was smashed open.

The moment he saw An Tong, Yin Hang froze.

"An Tong...what's wrong with you?"

"Hey hey hey..." After An Tong saw Yin Hang, she wanted to sit up, but her arms couldn't use up the strength at all. She almost fell on the bed as she kept shaking.

Yin Hang immediately rushed over and gently picked her up.

what happened?

The last time we met, when she hugged him tightly, her body was still so soft.

But now, it is as stiff as a pile of firewood.

Even three hours ago, An Tong was still... fine!

Then An Tong struggled a little and snuggled into Yin Hang's arms. She looked at him with white eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"Good morning, husband."

"Did you miss me?"