My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 394
The young man was thrown high. The young man saw him being thrown high, and behind him, there were countless cheers.

As for myself, I still couldn't do anything in the end.

He didn't even dare to name his name in front of him.

The boy blurred countless pieces of information to prevent him from understanding the world too much...

But why was he still so desperate in the end?

Because this is a replay without any suspense.

The final result has already been determined, and everything he is experiencing now is just a replay.

It's like another form of Schrödinger's cat, a cat that is bound to die when the box is opened, but it's not known when.

However, the final result must be death, without any possibility of living.

And... that boy is the real protagonist of this world. He saved the world, is the hope of survival for tens of thousands of people, and is the hero of tens of thousands of families. What is wrong with him?
And if it were you, what would you do?

Tens of thousands of lives...

The world is not so stupid as to design a trolley problem like this to drive the protagonist to death.

And how can the evil dragon be compared with human life!
In the so-called past, those cultivators who died in the secret realm just picked a few key points and tricked them into crying. Who cares about what meals their mothers had prepared and waiting for them at home?

Everyone seems to understand the cruelty of "one person will become famous, but ten thousand bones will wither", but who has really understood the real ten thousand withered bones?

As for a useless person like me who is hesitant and can't even kill evil people, how can he compare with a real protagonist?

You can't be the protagonist, no matter who you become through time.

But why did he avoid all this and try his best to become a passerby, but in the end he still ended up like this?

The young man felt like a sick dog waiting to die. He was kicked into a corner, and his most precious things were thrown next to him as rubbish.

The little girl was so afraid of strangers. He tried his best to gain her trust, but in the end he sent her to die...

But in fact, there was nothing the boy could do to stop it. If he stopped it, he would just let Bai Long kill him, and the little girl would still die in the end.

He couldn't go back to the past. The only thing he could do was to open the box and see Schrödinger's cat dead. He wrote on the record sheet next to it that it had just died, which made it seem like it had lived a few more years. sky……

He can't change anything.

"But why should I be the one who dies..."

"I'm not the protagonist, so nothing matters?"

"They, with any random behavior, will break the world into pieces, and we can only play with them?" "I don't care, there is nothing..."

"And it's me who's wrong, and this world is right."

“The protagonist saves the world and everyone regards them as a hero.”

The young man murmured to himself, hugged the little girl, and took out the last item in his hand, which was a hosta entwined by two dragons.

There were dense cracks on the hosta, as well as spattered bloodstains. The origins of these cracks and bloodstains were not sword marks, but traces of crude gunpowder.

Then he slowly pointed the hosta at his chest and inserted it bit by bit.

Then, the crack on the hosta was like a bloodletting trough, with blood gushing out, and the young man raised his head forcibly, staring at the young man who was being thrown high.

"I promised the little girl that I would take her away."

"I also promised An Tong that I would make her the only heroine in the world."

"and……"

"Since I'm the villain, what's wrong with me destroying the world?"

"If you don't let me play... then no one else can play!"

"Black can never lose, but he never said he can definitely win!"

The young man who was thrown up high seemed to have noticed this, and looked over with some doubts, but they were all highly myopic. They couldn't find their glasses during the battle, and neither of them could see each other clearly.

"Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, this edict says——"

"Uphold the destiny of the country and call it the national border——"

"Destiny spreads over the world, pours over the five lakes——"

"5000 years of history, passed down here——"

Following the young man's voice, the hosta was completely shattered, and the golden chessboard was torn to pieces by the awe-inspiring purple energy in an instant.

At the same time, the entire pure land had a startling glimpse of this tiny realm.

"Chenlong——!!!"

(End of this chapter)