My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1691

There was a black mist behind him.

He thought, ‘Hmm... Why is it exactly the sas when | received the inheritance?’

"You are.....?"

"Murdoch!"

"What the hell?"

Ryan fell to the ground as if struck by lightning.

He thought, ‘Murdoch? That's the legendary devil! No wonder this sword has such a strong evil energy."

"Ryan, you have the blood of the Demon God Zarmuth. You should restore the Zarmuth Tribe. If you want this sword, you must

activate the Demon God's blood in your body. | can help you. Are you willing?"

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Murdoch's voice was mellow and maic. It sounded enticing.

However, Ryan was not a woman. Instead, he was even a little jealous of Murdoch's voice. He said solemnly, "Don't fool me. My

ancestor is Immortal Taavon, and he's an Ancient Immortal!"

Murdoch sneered, "Taavon is my great-great-grandson. He had the sblood too. Ancient Immortal, my foot!"

With that, the black mist transformed into a young and handsman in black robes. He looked at the sky with his hands behind

his back. He had a look of disdain in his eyes.

Ryan instantly felt great pressure.

This wretched man lived in ancient times. His status was on par with great emperors.

Murdoch turned around and looked at Ryan. "Ancient Immortal... is just a realm in cultivation. In our time, | was considered an

immortal too!"

Ryan said with a smile, "You're the devil. Those great emperors of the past are the immortals!"

"Fuck!"

Murdoch kicked Ryan away, then he pulled Ryan back with telekinesis. His big cold hands strangled Ryan's throat. "If it weren't for

the fact that you're my descendant, | would've squeezed you to death!"

Ryan's face turned pale. He said with great difficulty, "Even if | die, | don't want to be the devil who destroys humanity!"

Murdoch let go, and his eyes dimmed. "So, | am a devil in your eyes!"

Ryan coughed. "Of course! In all records, there were mythical gods who created the sky, the humans, and great emperors who

ruled the world. Murdoch of the Zarmuth Tribe coveted the Central Plains and launched the Stampede Dispute!"

When Murdoch heard this, he laughed in exasperation. "The winner takes all, the loser is the villain. History is written by the victor.

No wonder you've misunderstood!"

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"Misunderstood?" Ryan looked at Murdoch in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Murdoch shook his head. "There's nothing else to say. A loss is a loss. | don't have much time. Do you want this god-slaying

sword?"

The Battle of Immortal Falls took place 1,600 years ago, and the legendary Murdoch probably died more than 5,000 years ago.

Murdoch stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes filled with the weariness of life.

Ryan squinted his eyes as he pondered Murdoch's words.

Murdoch was right. In today's society, there were many sanctimonious people whose hearts were as dirty as sewers.

Politicians, businessmen, martial artists, and even the average person...

Everyone had good and evil thoughts, but truly good people knew self-restraint. Hypocritical people knew how to pretend to be

good while evil people magnified their evil thoughts infinitely.

After hesitating for a moment, Ryan said, "Il believe you..."