Chapter 1: A Beautiful Wife at Home

Diao Chan stood up, turned around, and soon lit the candles in the room. She walked over and handed him a small bronze mirror. Jia Renlu took it and looked into it, nearly spitting out blood in anger. He saw that he had developed a long horse-like face, with a large mouth, small eyes, and a flat, short nose. He looked as ugly as could be, even worse than his original appearance, resembling a version of "Ma Wang Shen" Zhong Wanchou from "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

At this moment, a melodious and enchanting voice, akin to celestial music, came from the side: "My dear, what is the matter? What is the Shadow Flame?"

Diao Chan's expression became even more peculiar as she scrutinized him from head to toe, finding his actions strange and quite amusing. She couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "What’s going on today? Can't remember anything at all. Feng Xian... didn't Lu Bu already... at the White Gate Tower a few days ago..." As she spoke, her charming face turned red, her phoenix eyes glistening with tears, ready to spill.

The beautiful woman extended her delicate hand, touched his forehead, then her own, and said, "My dear, what has happened to you? Ever since you fainted, you seem like a different person, speaking incoherently. I am Diao Chan! Don't you recognize me?"

Jia Renlu noticed that her expression did not seem feigned, indicating that she truly did not understand the meaning of these words. A sudden jolt ran through his heart as he glanced around; it was still dim in the room, with only a faint view of the wooden table, screen, long table, bronze mirror, and low couch. These items were only seen in historical dramas, and the more he looked, the more alarmed and frightened he became, thinking: "It's over, it's over, could it be that I've traveled back to ancient times? What am I to do? My hetushucom.com Warcraft! My Shadow Flame!"

In the midst of his wild thoughts, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a line of small text flashing across the screen. He clearly saw it was the long-awaited "Shadow Flame Staff." His heart surged with joy, and his right hand trembled involuntarily. Ignoring the stillness of the night, he shouted, "It’s finally out!" A wave of dizziness struck him, and he felt the world spinning before he fainted.

Upon hearing this, Jia Renlu could not help but understand. He let out a long sigh of relief, set aside his pretensions, and thought to himself: "So Lu Dada has passed away, causing me to worry for nothing." With his extensive experience playing the "Records of the Three Kingdoms" game from the Five Dynasties all the way to the Eleventh Dynasty, he could roughly deduce that he was currently in the year around 198 AD, and thus did not inquire about the year of Diao Chan, as he would not be able to calculate it anyway

He had never seen such a captivating beauty. He was left dumbfounded, drooling, and nearly had a nosebleed. In his heart, he couldn't help but sigh: "This woman must only exist in heaven; how rare it is to see one like her in the mortal world!" He often considered himself like Liu Xia Hui, priding himself on his unshakeable composure, yet now he couldn't help but exclaim: "Is the beautiful lady filming a period drama? Could you please tell me your name, address, phone number, email, QQ, MSN, and of course, your measurements..." He didn't care if the beautiful lady was annoyed. Like reciting a menu, he blurted out all the contact information he could think of in one breath.

After a brief period of saving lives, it was time for the exhilarating division of equipment. Jia Renlu focused intently on the information bar in the lower left corner of the screen, watching the rows of flashing text with boundless excitement in his heart, repeatedly murmuring: "Reject the black hand! Reject the black hand! Shadow Flame! Shadow Flame!"

Diao Chan gradually became somewhat accustomed to his strange reactions, and thus was not overly surprised, saying: "Your surname is Jia, your given name is Fu, and your courtesy name is Renlu"

Jia Renlu thought to himself: "Got it! A name that is not well-known, and I am just an ordinary passerby. In my previous life, I was an ordinary passerby, so why is it still the same here? What kind of connection do I have with ordinary passerby in my past life? It seems that nicknames cannot be given carelessly. Just because my name sounds like 'ordinary passerby' when reversed, my friends gave me this nickname. Once it was called out, it became natural, and now I am known as an ordinary passerby wherever I go. Oh heavens, are you not tormenting me? Can't you at least mention someone else? Even Wei Xu or Song Xian would be fine. " Given the situation, I cannot be too demanding.

After waiting for a long time without any news, I thought that Lü Bu must have gone out for some business, while Diao Chan was sneaking out to have a romantic rendezvous with him. Even so, the thought made me tremble all over, my teeth chattering, and I cautiously asked, "Where is Lü Bu? Where has he gone?" I pondered to myself, "What kind of person is this? He has enjoyed the company of the most beautiful woman in the Three Kingdoms, yet I am the one who has to take the blame. I wonder if I can teleport away when Lü Bu arrives; will I be able to escape? Where has he gone?" I continued to think, "What kind of person is this? He has enjoyed the company of the most beautiful woman in the Three Kingdoms, yet I am the one who has to take the blame. I wonder if I can teleport away when Lü Bu arrives; will I be able to escape? What if I can't escape? I might have to resort to that special pleading routine: 'Lü Da Da, my admiration for you is like the endless flow of the Yangtze River. Please have mercy on me; I have an elderly mother to care for and young children waiting to be fed. I was just momentarily bewitched, and I promise I will never do it again. You can consider me as nothing, just let me go.' At that time, I must act pitiful; I don't know if I can get away with it... I was just momentarily bewitched, and I promise I will never do it again. You can consider me as nothing, just let me go.' At that time, I must act pitiful; I don't know if I can get away with it...

Thought: "What on earth is going on? I was happily playing World of Warcraft, and suddenly I find myself in the Three Kingdoms era, and I've even become Diao Chan's husband. This is quite enjoyable. Regardless of this, let me first ask who I am. I am not Zhuge Liang or Zhao Yun; at the very least, I should be able to get someone like Jia Xu or Xu Huang to be my companion." He asked: "Can you tell me who I am?"

Diao Chan also felt that he seemed to be suffering from amnesia; however, seeing him full of vigor, she believed there were no other lingering effects, which put her somewhat at ease. Thus, she began to recount the events of the past in detail

In the lower left corner of the screen, various pieces of information in orange, yellow, and white continuously surged upward, scrolling across the screen in an instant. The earbuds were filled with the hoarse shouts and commands of the team leader, yet he remained oblivious to it all, fixated on the BOSS's health bar, silently counting: "10%, 9%, 8%... 3%, 2%, 1%, Over!" Nefarian let out a scream and collapsed with a thud. The diverse virtual characters around rushed forward, dancing and cheering around its corpse. Silently counting: "10%, 9%, 8%... 3%, 2%, 1%, Over!" Nefarian screamed and fell to the ground, while the various virtual characters nearby rushed forward, dancing and celebrating around its body.

Thoughts: "What is this all about? Is there no place for people to survive in this world? I don't even mind being just a passerby anymore. If there are no women, then so be it; I no longer seek that. I just want to enjoy playing games, but unexpectedly, I find myself in the Three Kingdoms era. I do have a wife now, but this situation is just too much."

Cao Zijiang, in "The Ode to the Goddess of Luo," wrote: "Her shoulders are like sculpted jade, her waist resembles a slender silk. She extends her graceful neck and elegant profile, her fair complexion glistens like dew. Her fragrance is natural, untouched by cosmetics. Her cloud-like hair is lofty, her delicate brows are elegantly arched. Her crimson lips are bright, her pearly teeth are fresh, her bright eyes are captivating, and her dimples enhance her charm. Her exquisite beauty is striking, her demeanor is serene and composed." Jia Renlu felt that these words still fell short in describing the stunning beauty before him. It is said that humans were molded from clay by Nuwa, yet one wonders how she was shaped. Her proportions are just right, her figure is perfectly balanced, her glances are full of allure, and her movements are graceful. An excess would make her plump, a deficiency would make her thin; every inch of her skin is perfectly crafted, exuding an irresistible sensuality, yet simultaneously evoking a sense of delicate vulnerability.

The beautiful woman kept scrutinizing him, her expression quite strange, and said: "My dear, are you alright? Don't scare me! I can't understand a word of what you're saying."

It seems that we will never become celebrities. With this appearance, it should be passable. A person who can marry Diao Chan must not be too lacking in looks; even if one is not exceptionally handsome, they should at least be comparable to Pan An. With this thought, I said: "Please light the lamp for me and give me a mirror."

Jia Renlu had not yet awakened, mumbling in a dreamlike state: "The Shadow Flame is a staff, I have wanted it for a long time, don’t snatch it, put it all down!" Suddenly sensing something was amiss, he thought: "Why is there a woman's voice in my home, calling me 'my lord'? This is not right! When did I get married?" With this thought, he jumped awake, and the first thing that caught his eye was a stunning beauty dressed in ancient-style undergarments.

Jia Renlu only felt a flash of lightning cross his mind, and a startled voice echoed in his ears - the sound of thunder erupted, and he exclaimed, "Diao Chan?!" He jumped up suddenly, shrinking back against the wall, adopting the initial stance of the Tai Chi Bagua linked palms, channeling strength into his arms, his energy sinking to his dantian, fully on guard to prevent the unparalleled warrior, Lord Lü Bu, from emerging from the shadows to snatch his wife.

In front of the computer, Jia Renlu stared intently at the screen with bloodshot panda eyes. His right hand furiously clicked the mouse while his left hand randomly pressed the keyboard, swiftly operating the game character, a Druid, to continuously heal the Warrior. This battle against Nefarian was crucial for him, and he was filled with hope that the Shadowflame Staff, which he had been waiting for over half a year, would finally drop.

Striving to relax, I cautiously asked: "Can you tell me who you are?"

His nickname is "Passerby A". He is a network administrator at a small company. During the day, he is dedicated to his work in the real world, and at night, he is equally committed in World of Warcraft. As a result, his sleep is severely lacking, leaving him utterly exhausted. If it weren't for the possibility of obtaining the equipment he has been eagerly anticipating today, he would not want to go at all

There are ten million questions in my heart that I want to ask, but after thinking for a long time, I still do not know where to start. After a moment of hesitation, I finally said: "I can't remember anything at the moment, how on earth did I marry you?" He was still very interested in listening to this report meeting themed around the glorious deeds of Jia Fugui, likening it to a toad eating swan meat.

In a state of confusion, he saw the staff flying above his head, while numerous large hands were incessantly vying for it. As the staff drifted further away from him, he could not help but feel a surge of anger, and he shouted, "Listen up, the Shadow Flame is mine. Whoever dares to snatch it away will face my wrath."