Boss, she was forced to be the wife

"The wife?"

Mo Luo fell down with a bang, catching Qiao Runzhi and others by surprise. They watched Wan Mo Luo's hill-like figure fall to the ground. For a moment, no one dared to help him.

Dan'er was the closest, glanced at Mo Luo who was unconscious on the ground, then looked at everyone, and finally fixed his eyes on Qiao Runzhi.

"Brother Runzhi...his wife owns her..."

Qiao Runzhi reacted and took the lead to walk to Wan Mo Luo's side, stretched out two fingers to explore Wan Mo Luo's breath.

"Don't look at it. He's probably dead. Get her killed as soon as possible!"

Wei Xicai said nonchalantly, wishing he could bury Wan Mo Luo in the soil right now, set up a monument, and then engrave it - the tomb of Wan Mo Luo, the invincible idiot bastard in the universe.

Qiao Runzhi glanced at Wei Xicai disapprovingly. In Wan Moluo's family, Qiao Runzhi was actually the most respected person.

Most of the men were rescued by Qiao Runzhi, who took great care of him. Even if Wan Moluo had a bad temper, it was Qiao Runzhi who took the initiative to shoulder most of the storm.

In the eyes of everyone, Qiao Runzhi can be said to be a big brother and a patriarch.

Qiao Runzhi checked Wan Mo Luo's breath and found that he was still breathing, and then stretched out his hand to help Wan Mo Luo up.

As soon as I reached my hand to the back of my head, I felt something wet and hot. When I picked it up, I found that my hand was covered in blood!

"This..."

Dan'er, who was closest, was also startled. Qiao Runzhi frowned slightly. He had been married to Wan Mo Luo for three years, so he naturally knew Wan Mo Luo's urine properties.

Either he went to a gambling house and lost a bet, or he went to the Chu Ling Pavilion and was kicked out. In short, he received a severe beating.

"Jiliang, Dan'er, please help me help the wife into the house first."

Ji Liang glanced at Wanmoluo and was extremely reluctant to get up, but since it was Qiao Runzhi who spoke, he would still give Qiao Runzhi face even if he was unwilling.

So the three men spent a lot of effort and tremblingly moved Wanmoluo, who was completely unconscious, to the room on the right.

Wanmoluo's house is indeed very simple. There is a kitchen and dining table right after entering the door. On the left is the husband's shop, and on the right is Wanmoluo's own room.

Eight people live under a small roof, with no clothes on their bodies, no food to eat, and no sleep at all.

With great effort, Kira threw one of Mo Luo's thick thighs on the bed in disgust. He sat on the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths. He pouted and tilted his head and looked at Qiao Runzhi who was cleaning Wan Mo Luo's wounds:
"Brother Runzhi, just leave her alone!"

Ji Liang also had a very bad impression of Wanmoluo. In the two years since he fled, even though he had a shelter from the wind and rain, Wanmoluo never treated him and Jichen as the same person.

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Being beaten or scolded, taken advantage of, and humiliated at will, Ji Liang had long had enough of this kind of life where pigs and dogs were inferior to dogs. He would rather be a refugee and die on the way to escape.

When Kira's home was not flooded, even though Ku Han did some small business, he and Ji Chen went to school.

Jichen lost his father and mother when he was young, and lived in Kira's house all year round. Although the two were cousins, they were better than real brothers. If it hadn't been for the destruction of the family caused by the flood, Kira would have taken Jichen to take the exam for men in Kyoto.

Went to college.

How can I stay here and live a miserable life!

Qiao Runzhi knew that Ji Liang was worried, so he didn't stop his movements, as if he was used to Ji Liang's words:

"Jiliang, go and get me a basin of water."

"Alas!"

Kira waved his sleeves angrily. He was quite a scholar. Even though he was down and out, he still stubbornly wore gray-white wide sleeves. Maybe this would make him remember to work hard in this quagmire situation.

Seeing Ji Liang's back angrily leaving, Qiao Runzhi also sighed.

He didn't know that Wan Mo Luo was unreliable, but for some reason, there was always a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Qiao Runzhi always thought that one day Wan Mo Luo would become different.

He closed his eyes and recalled their first encounter:

The little Wanmoluo defeated a group of children who bullied him. It was the first time that he traveled far away with his parents, and he was bullied in an unfamiliar place.

She just appeared like that, then swept all the bad kids away with all her might, pulled him up, dusted him off, smiled and told him not to be afraid.

She also told him: You are so good-looking!

Just this amazing moment in his childhood and a few nice words supported Qiao Runzhi to reach his current situation.

Is it really worth it for those who have abandoned their relatives and left their homes to live such a hard life?

Qiao Runzhi felt bitter in her heart. Memories and reality intertwined in her mind repeatedly. Her heart was sour and she sobbed a little. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were full of sadness, and a crystal-clear teardrop slipped from her eyes.

It dripped across his thin and handsome face and onto the mattress, fainting and blurring bit by bit until it disappeared.

——

When Mara regained consciousness, he only felt that he was in a void, and his eyes were foggy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Sister Momo...."

"Sister Momo! Come and see!"

This sound was so familiar that it reached Mara's ears one after another from far to near.

A ray of white light flew towards Mo Luo quickly, and before Mo Luo could block it with his hand, the white light engulfed Mo Luo.

When Mara felt accustomed to it and opened his eyes again, he saw that he was sitting on the sofa in the villa.

"Sister Momo, what are you doing?"

A clear and delicate little girl's voice reached Mara's ears.

Mo Luo felt as if there was a flash of thunder in his mind. He turned around suddenly, and sure enough, there was a doll-like little girl wearing a pink dress and long dark brown hair sitting next to him.

The little girl seemed to be frightened by Mo Luo. She looked at Mo Luo with some worry and stretched out her little white lotus-like hand to touch Mo Luo's forehead.

Feeling the warmth of his little hands, Mo Luo seemed to come back to his senses, looked at the little girl uncertainly, and called out a name:

"Duoduo...."

Hearing Mara calling her, Duoduo grinned, her two shallow dimples were very beautiful.

"Sister Momo, don't be distracted. I and I recently read a new novel. It's super touching..."

Mo Luo swallowed and saw the little girl in front of him named Duo Duo, whom Mo Luo met when he was performing an assassination mission.

That was a drug lord in Southeast Asia. Moro received the task from the killer organization to assassinate him perfectly.

The drug lord was cautious and ruthless, and a difficult person to deal with, so the organization thought of letting a killer sneak into his home as an undercover agent to find the right opportunity to assassinate him.

And Duoduo is the drug lord's youngest and most beloved daughter.

After Moro took over this task, under the arrangement of the organization, he quickly entered the drug lord's home under the name of the tutor - Romomo.

Moro didn't know what method the organization used to forge her identity information, nor did she know who wanted to assassinate the drug lord.

What the organization needs is just emotionless killing machines, and Mora is the killing machine cultivated by the organization.

The first person she had the deepest contact with here was the drug lord's young daughter Duoduo.

She is innocent and innocent. The drug lord is doing the most despicable business, but he raises his daughter like a little angel.

Duoduo's favorite thing is to hold her sister Momo and talk non-stop.

From the decoration at home, to the maids and housekeepers around me, to the novels and anime I read.

She seems to be like a little trumpet, always full of joy and stories.

She is completely different from Mo Luo. Once Mo Luo looked at the ten-year-old Duo Duo, what he thought in his heart was——

When I was ten years old, I followed the killer organization to the tropical rainforest to survive. I ate raw meat and sewage every day, slept in trees, and flowed in rivers.

People are indeed different...

It's just that this kind of thought only occasionally arises in the illusion of peace when Mora has been free for a long time. She is still the killer who kills without blinking an eye, and she will not forget her mission and mission.

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So that on a dull day, after Moluo successfully killed the drug lord, he walked into Duoduo's room calmly, told her a bedtime story, and left silently.

Mara did not pay attention to what happened after that.

It was Mora's fate to choose to become the organization's killing machine, and as she grew older, she discovered that it was her own choice.

Even though he could leave the organization at some cost, Moro still stubbornly chose to stay.

She is paranoid and does not know how to adapt. Even if she has learned the best disguise, if she is allowed to live in disguise for the rest of her life...

She doesn't want to.

Mara knows that what he looks like now is his true self.

"Sister Momo!!!!"

Mara raised her head blankly, and for some reason she fell into memories unconsciously. She was not a sentimental person, but at this moment, memories flashed through her mind like a revolving door.

It wasn't until a sullen child's voice sounded that Moluo was brought back to reality.

"Why are you distracted again!!! I'm going to be angry!!!"

Looking at Duoduo standing in front of him with her hands on her hips like a little pufferfish, Moro pulled the corner of her clothes and motioned her to sit down.

Although Duoduo was angry, she still sat down, hugging her shoulders and stubbornly refusing to talk to Mara.

"Sorry, don't be angry, I'm listening to you tell me the plot of the novel."

These words may not be useful to others, but they are very useful to Duoduo. She immediately beamed with joy. Mara knew what she meant and stretched out his little finger to hook Duoduo's little finger:

"If I lose my mind again, I will be a puppy."

Mara clearly remembers the trick of coaxing children, and Duoduo seems to like the cold Mara even more.

In Duoduo's words - she likes the appearance of Sister Momo who is neither humble nor overbearing, unlike others who flatter her like a dog.

"Then I'll start talking!"

"The new book I read is called - The Empress' General!"

"It's about the world of the Empress. The heroine Ruan Qingliu traveled here and met the male protagonist Nangong Tou. He was a prince but was not favored by the queen, so he was sent to live outside and was plotted by others on the way to get married."

"When Ruan Qingliu met him, he was forced to commit himself to a bad old woman who was engaged in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, and accomplished nothing. It was the heroine who rescued him, and also rescued all the seven husbands of that man! You

Isn’t it interesting!”

Mo Luo originally listened perfunctorily, but as Duo Duo spoke, he felt that something was getting more and more wrong....

Seven...seven husbands?

She wanted to ask more, but she only heard her own voice saying:

"This is illogical. Since this person has accomplished nothing by eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling, how can he marry seven people?"

Duoduo scratched her little head when she heard this, and seemed to not understand why. In the end, she could only say:

"Maybe she just got lucky!"

Mo Luo felt himself shaking his head and said coldly:

"This may be the author's logical error. Ordinary people can't achieve anything, so it would be great if they could marry one."

"Oh, don't interrupt me, that's not the point! That's not the point!!!"

In fact, Mara wanted to ask more carefully, but her body shut her mouth appropriately.

Mo Luo suddenly remembered that among the many novels and stories that Duoduo had brainwashed him, it seemed that this story had actually been told, and his answer at that time...

Exactly the same as now!!!

In other words...what she sees and feels now is actually just her own memories!

In order to verify this, Mara wanted to speak again, but he couldn't do it at all.

At this point, Mara has completely confirmed that this is her memory. She looked up and looked at the layout of the villa, which was exactly the same as when she was there.

"The point is! That man's husbands are all very good-looking!!!"

"The first husband is a real husband, with a thin figure, clear and three-dimensional facial features, gentle and elegant..."

Duoduo seemed to have forgotten something, so she quickly opened the book and continued:

"A pair of eyes are clear and clear. When I feel wronged, the corners of my eyes turn red, and I feel fragile..."

"The second man has a scholarly temperament, a soft yet strong appearance, a literary character, and is knowledgeable and talented..."

"The third man is also the one who has the best relationship with the heroine, and he is also the youngest! He has a round face, a small chin, big eyes, and he also listens to the heroine..."

"The fourth man has a martial arts vibe, he is bold and handsome, and although his martial arts skills have been abandoned, he has a promising future!"

"The fifth man was born in a brothel. He is fair and fair, has a lotus body, and is delicate and weak. Hehehe..."

At this time, Mo Luo, who was sitting on the sofa, shook his head helplessly and rolled his eyes unconsciously:

"You started dreaming again."

At this time, Mara was listening to what he said in his body, and he became very sure——

These are not only my own memories, the people Duoduo mentioned are 100% the husbands I traveled to another world.

Thinking of this, Mo Luo deeply realized a problem. He was not simply traveling through time, but - traveling through a book!

"Oh, anyway, when I read it, I brought in the heroine's first-person perspective. Why don't I bring in the fact that these men all like me? I'm just reading for fun!"

Duoduo pouted, usually at this time Mara would shut up and let the little girl pour out her thoughts like beans from a bamboo tube.

Mara has never had Duoduo's thoughts. She is rarely interested in love affairs, but she is more than enough as a spectator and listener.

"The sixth man has a charming appearance, phoenix eyes, and a smiling face. He is Nangong Tou's subordinate. He eats, sleeps, and sleeps in the same clothes as Nangong Tou..."

Looking at Duoduo's expression, Mo Luo knew that she had thought of some magical plot again, but now Mo Luo really wanted to ask about the follow-up plot.

It's just that the self in the memory didn't speak, even if I was anxious, I couldn't learn anything.

"They are all male supporting actors, who will be the heroine's right-hand men and confidants in the future..."

"Sister Momo, what kind of men do you like?"

"...."

The Mara at that time and the Mara now actually only had the above opinions when facing Duoduo's problem.

Mora never wanted to think about this kind of thing, but now that he has really arrived in this world, he has become not the heroine, but the cannon fodder among cannon fodder, and he can't even know his own ending.

Whether you can survive or not is a question. How can you think about these love things?

Now Mara only feels that the matter is very serious, very serious.

"Sister Momo~Speak~"

"Sister Momo..."

"Momo...."

Duoduo's voice gradually faded away, and Mara felt that the surroundings had fallen into darkness again, her eyes returned to the foggy feeling, and she only felt unbearable pain on her head.

"Ha...."

Mara opened his eyes suddenly, and saw several pieces of dust on the ceiling floating in the air along with spider webs in the wind.

For a moment, Mara seemed to smell a familiar sour smell.

This smell gradually becomes stronger as Mara wakes up.

Unable to bear it anymore, Mora sat up and found that she was lying on a bed, with a black and greasy quilt covering her body. The whole room exuded a sour smell, which made her gasp.

Don’t be angry.

Mo Luo opened the quilt with a bang. She was fully clothed, but the smell on the bed was really disgusting. She got up and was about to get out of bed, only to feel that the world was spinning and she had no choice but to sit back down.

Mo Luo, who was sitting on the bed, calmed down and made a simple judgment. His head had been bandaged with a coarse cloth. It seemed that the original body was beaten too hard at the Chu Ling Pavilion.

There is no brain in the first place. If it were more serious, I would probably lose the brain stem.

In addition, without eating for a day, Mora used his original body to fight and swim, and he couldn't bear it for a long time.

Just as Mara was checking the body, the door creaked open.

The house where the husbands lived had no door, and only a rag temporarily covered it, but the house where Wan Mo Luo lived had a tattered door.

It was Qiao Runzhi who opened the door and came in. He didn't expect that Mo Luo had already woken up at this time. Qiao Runzhi, who was holding a bowl of rice soup, was stunned for a moment when he saw Mo Luo sitting on the bed.

Then he walked over and said:

"My wife, let's have something to eat..."

He carefully brought over the extremely watery bowl of rice soup.

Mara glanced at it and saw how many grains of rice were in the rice soup. If it weren't for the slightly white soup, Mara would have thought it was pure water, and he could even clearly see the bottom of the bowl.

It's just that Mara is really hungry after a day of tossing. With the current family conditions, some food is already good, so there is no need to be picky.

He took the bowl held by Qiao Runzhi and drank it all in one breath.

The previous Wan Mo Luo would not like to drink this kind of rice soup. Qiao Runzhi had already prepared some excuses and wanted to persuade her on the grounds that she was injured and could not eat too meaty food.

Seeing that Wan Moluo in front of him was acting uncharacteristically today and drank the rice soup obediently without saying a word, Qiao Runzhi breathed a sigh of relief even though he was surprised.

After finishing the rice soup, Mo Luo just took the bowl away from his mouth. Qiao Runzhi took the bowl thoughtfully and was about to take it out to wash.

Mo Luo was stunned for a moment and subconsciously blurted out:

"Thank you"