My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 347 Chess Master Chaos
As a thunderbolt streaked across the sky, the entire night was illuminated like day, and even though the thunderbolt was fleeting, the bluish-blue spots of light still remained in front of the eyes of the casual cultivators who were on their way.

On the narrow path, a 14-year-old boy was clutching his abdomen tightly, showing pain.

Ten minutes ago, a rolling stone fell from a high mountain and almost hit a girl, but the boy who was a level 10 casual cultivator immediately rushed over and pushed her away, but he was hit by the rolling stone.

The strength of casual cultivators is very different from that of cultivators. Level 2 is the level of a national athlete. Now that a boulder hits his stomach, he can't even move it away.

The other companions hurried back to the main road, wanting to seek help from the practitioners, but the boy didn't know if he could last until then.

His eyes became more and more blurred, and he also cried out the last trace of his strength.

"what--!"

A piercing pain came from the abdomen, and it was difficult for the boy to describe the situation, because he actually felt the pain.

Before the other party went into hemorrhagic shock, a young man with three silver-gray marks engraved on the white identification plate on his chest hurried over. Seeing this, he immediately lifted the Rolling Stone, and then placed a jade pendant on his palm, pressing it on the boy's waist. smash through the belly.

Normally, such an extremely rough handling method would easily cause a larger area of ​​trauma, but now the situation is urgent, and there is no time to proceed step by step.

Moreover, the young man is quite confident in his healing ability. After all, his abdomen was pierced by a long knife and dagger, isn't he alive and kicking now?
Three minutes later, a D-level cultivator followed An Tong desperately, with a healing talisman between his fingers.

"Who is injured and where?!"

The 14-year-old boy who had been treated silently raised his hand and said in a low voice, "It's me..."

The D-level cultivator carefully inspected the wound and found that the boy's abdomen had scabs. It looked distorted and terrifying, but at least his life was not in danger.

"What nonsense!" After understanding the cause and effect, the D-level cultivator couldn't help cursing, "The route has been determined, how clever are you!"

There are 12 members in the whole team, except for this boy who is a level 1 casual cultivator, all of them are relatively young, and the boy who is a level 2 casual cultivator plays a role like the squad leader.

Later, when the boy found a shortcut that was not marked in the booklet, he wanted to make himself a 'Level 2 Casual Cultivator', so he chose this path directly.

Even though the other companions had some objections, it aroused the boy's rebellious psychology even more.

As a result, something really happened, and there was not even a practitioner who could respond. My companion ran back to the main road to ask for help, and happened to meet a group of 13 people from the "For a Better World" club.

Yin Hang asked An Tong to call the official practitioners for help, but he didn't have time to wait for the two children to lead the way. He asked for the location, blessed [Baichuan], and rushed to the destination quickly, and gave the boy emergency treatment before he passed out.

After sorting out these things, the other 11 people from the Wonderful World Club and the two children who led the way arrived slowly.

After the D-level cultivator finished the criticism and education of "swearing" for the boy, he turned around and walked towards Yin Hang.

"He said that you performed the treatment, is it convenient to ask about your treatment method?"

"If there are sequelae, we have to carry out follow-up treatment. Of course, you are not responsible for the sequelae at all, and we will reimburse you for the cost of treatment."

Because of the issue of inheritance, what Yin Hang took out was the turquoise jade pendant that was placed in the palm of his hand just now.

At the beginning, he bought a bunch of gadgets at the auction house, and this jade pendant worth 600 milligrams of Lingshi was one of them. Its quaint color seemed to be stained with patina.

The auctioneer praised it as miraculous, and it is not an exaggeration to say that its healing effect is "life and death, but flesh and bones". As a result, after a few days of experimentation, Yin Hang found that if this jade pendant wants to have a healing effect, it needs a large amount of jade pendant first. The spiritual power of the body is soaked, and only after it is completely filled can a small wound be able to stop bleeding a little.

If it wasn't for Yin Hang's keeping and concealing the role of inheritance, he would have to talk to the auctioneer about his life anyway.

D-level cultivators did not doubt it either. After all, there is nothing to be deceived about this kind of thing. In addition, because of the 'blocking' effect of the jade pendant, Yin Hang's [green bag book] treatment is not so shocking.

After rushing to the 12-9 boundary, and then returning on foot, the sky was already dawn.

It is said that the migration will begin in the morning, but there is no notice of the specific time.

Yin Hang was a little sleepy after staying up all night, and planned to find a quiet place to sleep for a while, but An Tong also quietly followed.

"What's wrong?" Yin Hang rubbed his eyes and yawned, feeling that his sleepiness was about to overflow.

And An Tong gradually loosened Yin Hang's arms, and said with a smile, "Thanks for your hard work, husband."

"Hmm..." Yin Hang really had no strength, and just as he was about to lie down, he found An Tong sitting next to him, and gently stroked her thigh with his fingertips.

An Tong's cheeks were slightly red, but he didn't say anything, just looking at Yin Hang quietly.

Yin Hang was taken aback for a moment, and instantly lost sleepiness.

"Could it be that this is the legendary knee pillow?"

"Ha, you perverted husband, you really understand it!" An Tong blushed even more, she had just heard about this kind of thing, but she didn't expect her husband to really understand it!
But my husband has really worked hard these few days, and as Yin Hang's wife... why should I be rewarded a little?
Yin Hang held his breath, and slowly lay down on An Tong's lap as if on a pilgrimage, but An Tong's originally soft thigh suddenly became slightly stiff because of her husband's touch.

"Don't breathe so fast, it's so itchy." An Tong blushed and became a little annoyed, but her small hands gently stroked Yin Hang's hair, but her heartbeat was slightly accelerating.

……

In a tent, seven B-level practitioners sat around a rough bamboo table.

But the main seat of the bamboo table is now empty.

Outside the tent, a young man wearing an anime vest, big pants and flip flops was looking into the distance with his hands behind his back.

"Please, you copy my manual, but you need copyright fees."

Next to the young uncle, stood a young man, and his expression was obviously a little dissatisfied, because the young man was honest, but he didn't expect that this dead house who usually hangs Lang Dang was actually an official of the camp, and reported all his affairs .

No wonder no matter what I do, the authorities always follow closely behind. It turns out that I have been targeted long ago.

But the matter of the copyright fee is just a joke. The uncle of the dead house has helped me a lot. He is very inconspicuous but very reliable, and he also needs an official relationship. Curious, when the dead house uncle was in the 12-9 realm, what did he mean by the middle position of the yellow rank.

"Don't worry, little bastard, the benefits are indispensable to you," the uncle of the dead house chuckled, "Do you think that the iron utensils you gave away privately back then will be fine later?"

"Didn't I wipe your ass?"

"Just you?" The young man looked disdainful, "Those casual cultivators who received iron tools were all strictly screened by me. Do you think I haven't considered these issues?"

The uncle in the dead house waved his hand, deliberately avoiding this question, "Okay, I'm very busy now, and I don't have time to talk to you about this."

"I just have one question, why do you want the divisional management rights of the 12-9 realm?"

"If I help you apply for this thing, it will be very laborious."

"You can just mess around on your own, what do you have to ask for official proof?"

The boy suddenly clicked his tongue, "You can go back to the original question, such as my copyright-right-fee!"

"Also, the URL above has been spread, but I haven't designed the main body of this website yet. Guess what I will write in it then?"

"You want to threaten the camp?" The dead man raised his eyebrows, "First of all, if you can really threaten the camp, then it's hard to say whether your website can exist, even if you build the website outside the country, there are still foreign forces With your help, we can't cover your mouth, but we can cover your ears."

"But if you really want the authorities to go to war to this point, you will be in a very dangerous situation. What are you trying to do for a management right?"

"That's why I'm also curious. What I know makes you so serious?" The young man glanced at his system with a calm demeanor. At this time, he also had a basic value judgment on some of the things he had mastered.

"What I can tell you is that some of the things you know through me are very dangerous. It's best not to spread them indiscriminately." Uncle Shizhai shook his head. "After all, I am in a high position and let you know too much. Things to know."

"Really?" The boy crossed his arms and began to talk to himself, "Kiss my sister 1/2 season, and I'm going to give you a package of princess 3DLIVE, would you like some rabbits today..."

"Wait—!" The uncle of the dead house panicked suddenly, and said in horror as if he was facing an enemy: "What are you talking about!"

The atmosphere of the chat just now was still relatively serious, but in fact the two people's daily conversations are not like this, it is very detached and casual, like a year-end friendship.

However, the boy understood very well that a small employee who had just joined the camp official would get very nervous when faced with some trivial matters.

But using the name of the "government" to suppress uninformed ordinary people, teenagers who have been surfing the Internet for many years are really too familiar with it. The classic starting gesture is "This matter is very serious. I can't say it clearly. You can only understand it yourself. If I really can't understand it, then it's hard for me to say 'this mentally retarded thing.

As for the juvenile's basis for judging, the dead house uncle did not provide himself with any "negative emotional value" for the topics that sounded very serious just now, indicating that they were all insignificant things, and when he was talking about those off-topic things just now, , the prompts of the system [+999] are refreshed.

After all, extreme [+999] negative emotional values ​​will cause fatigue. For example, if you hate someone for too long, it will be gradually weakened. When I mentioned those dramas just now, every sentence is a [ +999], it can be described as deep hatred and deep anger.

"Oh, those are some browsing records I saw on my mobile phone, and suddenly there are more, it's just inexplicable." The boy explained with a smile.

"You—!" The uncle in the dead house suddenly wanted to die, "That's my personal privacy, and I'm obviously using Wuhen!"

"I'm sorry, you have to know, that is 'my' mobile phone."

"You did it on purpose!"

"How is it possible?" The boy looked very innocent, "By the way, it's not illegal to browse this kind of thing, why are you so excited?"

"Could it be that you are afraid of being used by those who are interested in it, and upload it to a cultivator's website as official gossip, attracting a group of like-minded people to come and cheer for you?"

"Don't tell me, it seems to be very good to use this kind of thing as a way to attract traffic to the website in the early stage."

The blue veins on the forehead of the dead house uncle popped up, no wonder the other party was confident, because he never thought of threatening any officials in the past, and the only one who wanted to threaten was himself.

This little brat is quite good at playing.

The young man would not be polite to him. He sold all his information to the authorities, so he would have to earn back his capital with interest.

"I'm considering... I'll report it for you," said the dead man with an unusually dark face, "but I'm not sure if I can agree, just let fate."

"Okay, leave it to fate!" The young man gave a thumbs up. He didn't worry about whether his management rights would pass. The initial gift of weapons was just for this step, and with the nomination of official personnel, he didn't fail to get it. reason.

And his goal is to build his own power of practitioners!
After the boy left, the dead man's face was still twitching, he walked into the tent with a sigh, and sat down on the main seat.

Seven B-level cultivators were waiting for him, and he was the only A-level practitioner sent into the secret realm by the Special Institute at a great cost.

"The current situation is a little complicated. The chess master seems to know that he is bound to lose, and the chess game has been completely messed up." At the beginning of the meeting, a short-haired man who looked in his early 20s said with a slight frown: "And coincidentally Yes, the moves of the chess master and the position of the formation eye that we have already obtained are highly overlapped, if this continues, our formation eye will start to be insufficient."

"But, haven't we already obtained enough formation eyes?" Qu Jingwen on the right side of the bamboo table was taken aback, "Why..."

"That's right," the short-haired man said with a frown, "but we are black. If the chess master makes another move like this, we may be stuck in the last move."

"As a result, there is no formation point for us to make a move."

(End of this chapter)