Boss, she was forced to be the wife

Beijing City is bustling with people. Outside the Chu Ling Pavilion in the center, a group of people gathered around the door and pointed.

Most of the crowd were women, mostly wearing linen clothes, and the person in the middle who was pointing out was an extremely ugly woman.

The woman was dragged out of the Chu Ling Pavilion by some thugs from the Chu Ling Pavilion. Those people were seen cursing and pushing the ugly woman out.

"Wan Mo Luo! Why do you come to my place when you already have seven husbands? And if you don't have money, don't come to my warm and fragrant jade place in Dieyang!"

The leader is a man wearing a floral green dress, with thick white powder on his face, gorgeous makeup, and an aura of prostitution. Those big and thick female thugs surround her, so majestic.

And the ugly woman who was kicked out of the Chu Ling Pavilion was the Wan Mo Luo that Die Lang said.

But at this time, Wanmoluo just held his head and curled up into a ball.

Mora felt as if a gun with a strong impact had been shot into his head, but it did not explode, but was brewing in his mind.

Such a painful feeling made Mo Luo hug his head tightly. I don't know how long it took before he felt a slight relief.

As the splitting headache faded, the noisy voices around him gradually entered Mara's head.

Mara only felt as if she was surrounded by people pointing and pointing, and many pairs of eyes were staring at her.

She has been particularly aware of human malice since she was a child, and now she feels countless malice.

As a killer, Mo Luo suddenly felt the murderous aura closest to him.

It was from the female thugs of Butterfly Mother. She forced herself to open her eyes, and sure enough, she saw one of the female thugs holding a wooden stick as thick as an arm and about to turn towards her.

Mo Luo didn't have time to think too much. He rolled around and avoided the attack of the female thug. Behind him, he came into contact with the people watching the melon eating. The crowd dispersed around the place where Mo Luo rolled past.

With this roll, Mo Luo stood up. Although his head is still dizzy now, it is much better than the headache just now and he couldn't stand up.

According to Mara's experience, his head must have been attacked.

Subconsciously, I stretched out my hand and put it on the back of my head. Sure enough, it felt wet and it was blood.

The female thug didn't expect that Wan Mo Luo could dodge. She was stunned for a moment and then became angry. She yelled and rushed towards Mo Luo.

Faced with the sudden attack, Mo Luo dodged for a moment. The female thug's movement was not very fast. Mo Luo dodged easily. Then he grabbed the wooden stick that was swung at him and pulled hard, catching the female thug completely by surprise. Fall forward.

Mara was not polite and punched the man in the face. In an instant, the bridge of the man's nose collapsed, nosebleeds spurted out, and the man fell backwards.

The noisy crowd seemed not to have expected to see such a scene. There was suddenly no sound from the crowd, and everything around became quiet, except for countless pairs of eyes staring at Mo Luo.

Different, surprised, vicious, disdainful, spectator...

After Mo Luo knocked down the female thug, he was in the mood to pay attention to the movements around him. He glanced around, but couldn't help but feel more doubtful.

She is a female assassin who travels around the world, serving the assassin organization. Mora remembered that her mission this time was to assassinate a prominent figure, but during the execution of the mission, she discovered that her companions had already surrendered to that figure.
In turn, I gave myself a shot...

I miss her, Mo Luo, who has been one of the best killers in the killer organization since she was a child. She has made countless contributions and is the person who best achieves KPIs in the organization....

But I don’t want to capsize in the ditch and be beaten to death by my own people....

So, isn’t she dead?

Mara looked at the people around him who were incompatible with him, and couldn't help but wonder:

Why is she here now?

There seemed to be memories coming out of my mind. At this moment, a charming voice spoke:

"Hey, Wanmoluo, you can do it!"

Although the voice is charming, it is full of anger.

The speaker was none other than the man who had just thrown Mo Luo out of the Chu Ling Pavilion. At this time, he was looking at Mo Luo with disgust. He flicked the green handkerchief in his hand, stepped forward and said:

"Come and give me your opinion!"

The handkerchief in Die Lang's hand was waving towards the crowd eating melons. Tears filled his eyes as soon as he said one sentence, as if he had countless grievances that he could not express:

"This scoundrel comes to my Chu Ling Pavilion every now and then to have fun. After he was lucky enough to get my latest Ling Guan last time, he came to my place again and again to have a king's meal!"

"Everyone comes to comment on the slave family~"

Most of the people watching around were women. Mara glanced around and found that most of the women were very tall. Even though they were wearing coarse linen clothes from ancient times, it could be seen that they had slender figures.

It's just that his attitude towards her is not very friendly, and some of them have bad tempers and point fingers at her without scruples.

The man named Dielang in front of him was dressed in colorful clothes. As the name suggests, he looked like a butterfly, telling the evil deeds of Mara with great emotion.

Although Mo Luo is not very clear about the current situation, he can guess that he is in this situation, and he must have traveled through time.

The matter of time travel occasionally happens in the world of Mora. As a result of the information collected by the killer organization, Moro met one person. That was a person she was ready to assassinate, and he disappeared alive in Moro.

in front of.

For people who travel through time, the killer organization will judge it as a force majeure factor, so the KPI of Moro at that time was not affected.

"I'm talking about you!!! Are you listening to me?!"

As soon as Mara was distracted, when she came back to her senses, Dielang's face with exquisite makeup was already in front of her.

It's just that she had a strong aroma that made Mo Luo feel sick. Mo Luo frowned and pushed Die Lang's not very delicate face away.

Perhaps because he was a little stronger, Dielang stumbled back a few steps and then looked at Mo Luo in disbelief.

"Wan Mo Luo! How dare you hit me!!!"

Dielang was so angry with her that he stamped his feet, turned around and said to the thugs:

"Are you all dead?! Didn't you see that I was bullied?! Come on, fuck me!!!"

The female thugs hesitated for a moment, looked unconsciously at the thug whose nose was broken, and finally rushed forward with sticks in hand.

In their eyes, Wanmoluo is an out-and-out idiot.

He often appears in the Chu Ling Pavilion, but seldom gives money. Last month, he even won the latest puppet he recruited by winning a lottery.

He is ugly, sometimes he is as foolish as if he is hysterical, and sometimes he is irritable and irritable. He is simply a crazy fool with no fighting ability.

But I don’t know what kind of good fortune he had, and he married seven husbands intermittently.

It is precisely because of this that everyone is even more dissatisfied with this Ten Thousand Mara. Rather than being dissatisfied, they are more envious....

In Pingshui Town, where supplies are scarce, you are lucky to be able to marry a husband. Except for the first husband, almost all of the Wanmaluo robbed and plundered good wives and men. They had a bad reputation, which really made everyone in the town

Everyone on the forum is so angry.

Those thugs formed an encirclement in the blink of an eye and were bound to defeat Wan Mo Luo.

In the past, although Wan Mo Luo was stupid, he was very powerful. Because Wan Mo Luo often had prostitutes for nothing, they had already thought of countermeasures, and they always succeeded every time.

It's just that the Wanmoluo at this time is no longer the Wanmoluo of the past, and the core in this not-so-good body has long been changed.

Mo Luo nimbly dodged the overwhelming attacks of several people, and conveniently took away a thug's stick, and hit them precisely on their waists with several sticks, making them unable to stand up in an instant.

This is a skill that Mora has been trained in the killer organization, and he can deal with the enemies in front of him as quickly as possible.

Facing these junior novices, Moluo didn't care, he just ducked in front of Dielang.

Dielang did not expect that Wanmoluo, who had always been foolish and foolish, would be so flexible at this time. His normally chaotic eyes looked at Dielang coldly.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Mara touched the back of his head and stretched out the blood in his palm in front of Dielang.

This was indeed done by Dielang’s thugs. His eyes flashed but his mouth refused to relax:

"That's because you don't give money..."

Facing Mo Luo, who was treating him coldly, his momentum became lowered.

"Stop!"

Just when the two were in a stalemate, a clear voice came from the Chu Ling Pavilion.

With the sound of this sound, the Chu Ling Pavilion, which had a half-closed door, opened, and the performers and guests who were hiding behind the door to watch the excitement made way.

The man walked out of the door, wearing a light pink gauze dress. His palm-sized face was filled with innocence and purity, and his hair was casually pulled into a bun.

He walked gracefully in front of Mo Luo, bit his lower lip and looked at Mo Luo with a gloomy expression and said:

"Master Wan..."

Mo Luo looked at this man's posture and posture, felt the faint fragrance coming from the shop, and couldn't help but take a breath...