My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 72 Good Morning, Husband, Do You Miss Me?

Opening Linshi, 23:[-] in the morning, there is no bright color in the sky at all.

The crescent moon is in the sky, and the stars are full.

And this is in the huge ancient capital, where the 500 million people who settled here are all gone.

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

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

"I heard that Patriarch Situ took up his position not long ago. He was ill, and brought his treasures with him, so he came to pay a visit in person." The old man in the ancient robe waved his hand, and several Qionglou rose from the ground. He said coldly, "But I never thought ... A mere family has no manners at all."

"The third generation of physicians in Lijiang, the first generation has not arrived, but you, the Patriarch of the Yangwang family of Lijiang, who arrived," Nan condensed his longbow in the present world, and before the Qionglou everywhere could emit its power, Baizhang Xuying picked up the longbow , shattering it in a blink of an eye and saying: "It's the ridiculousness of the world, the ridiculousness of the world!"

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

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud roar in the building, and the huge phantom wrapped in it collapsed like quicksand in an instant.

"Situ Nan, Nian You also paid homage to me, the Yang Wang family of Jiang, so I may be called Yang Wang Nan and be one of the sons of my Yang Wang family." The old man in the ancient robe walked down the void on the attic, walking like a woodcarving Looking at the stagnant south side, he said coldly: "If you don't follow, then kill yourself."

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

"Is that the U family?"

On the edge of the city, the young girl looked at the crescent moon, frowned lightly, and snorted softly: "I think her spiritual power is not as good as mine. After half a moment, how will she mediate?"

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 to have such a foundation."

"But it's a pity that the inheritance has dissipated, and there is no more spiritual energy to replenish. Now there is only one mysterious rank left, what else can I do?"

"It's a road dog after all."

"The head of the family might as well just sacrifice those famous pavilions and buildings, and kill this person."

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

"Okay, junior sister, concentrate on protecting the Dharma." The man in the feather robe said indifferently, then shook the blood on the sword, and quietly looked into the eyes of four or five people in the distance.

"Yes, Senior Brother." The girl replied a little unhappy, and then pulled out the sword from the body of a blond man with a puff.

In the cheap small hotel, Yan put 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 dripped down her hair continuously.

As a specially adapted awakener, Yan can barely maintain her sanity with her abilities.

But her class is not high, she is only Huang Zhongwei, and she can't resist erosion for a long time.

She didn't know how long she could last, and what should An Tong do.

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

Even if he asked his brother, he kept silent.

"An Tong..." Yan looked at the little girl lying on the bed, who was getting more and more haggard, and persuaded, holding back tears, "Just change your name."

"In this way, at least, it can last until daytime."

"It's useless," An Tong shook his 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 knew An Tong's current state, and she almost relied on this obsession to see each other to persist until now.

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

But if An Tong strengthens his cognition by changing his name, he can counteract its erosion to a certain extent.

But... what name to change to, Yan has already forgotten.

"Why do you always miss him?" Yan tried to persuade him in other ways: "Think about your..."

Suddenly, An Tong, like a dry finger, grabbed Yan vigorously and said, "Sister Yan?"

"what happened?"

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

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

Yan suddenly panicked.

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

But she didn't know what to do.

An Tong lost his strength because of the action just now, and after lying down, he lowered his eyes and begged: "Sister Yan, can you help me?"

"Tell me." Yan hurriedly lowered her head and put her ear next to An Tong's mouth.

"Help me open the door," An Tong coughed twice, then said softly, "Right now."

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

Bang!
Almost instantly, Yan closed the door tightly.

Because she saw a boy running over desperately outside the door.

He was 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 we meet...

And when Yan locked it, the door was slammed crazily, and at the same time, a boy shouted.

"An Tong!"

"An Tong, are you in there!"

"An Tong!!!"

"Sister Yan... Let me tell you, he will definitely find it." An Tong propped himself up little by little, and said with a happy face.

"An Tong, it's not him." Yan looked at An Tong's lost figure, and choked up with tears: "It's really not him."

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

Yan Dai stared at An Tong's turbid but firm gaze, froze for a long time, finally lowered her head, and slowly let the door open.

An Tong smiled lightly, and then shouted with all his might: "Honey, I'm here!"

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

And the moment he saw An Tong's current appearance, Yin Hang froze.

"An Tong What's wrong with you?"

"Hey hey..." After seeing Yin Hang, An Tong wanted to sit up, but his arms couldn't exert any strength at all, and he almost fell on the bed in the constant shaking.

Yin Hang hurried over and gently hugged her.

what happened?
The last time we met, when she hugged her tightly, her body was obviously still so soft.

But now, it's like a pile of dry wood.

Even three hours ago, An Tong was... fine!
An Tong looked at Yin Hang's appearance, struggled beside him, snuggled into his arms, looked at him with pale eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Good morning, husband."

"Did you miss me?"

(End of this chapter)