Boss, she was forced to be the wife

It’s okay to wander around the world with a wanted warrant on her back, the main reason is that she hasn’t mastered her skills yet!

Without enough family background, power and money, let alone skills, wandering around the world is tantamount to dying.

The more Mo Luo thought about it, the more he felt that it was impossible. He was determined not to die here, and his eyes towards Zhou Ang became much more eager.

Fortunately, Zhou Ang did not live up to Mo Luo's expectations, and he clapped his hands and made a decision.

"That's it! Spread the news out now, and then proceed to the next step after it ferments!"

After Zhou Ang ordered the guards outside the door, he left. Looking at Mo Luo and Wang Yi inside the room, Zhou Ang hesitated for a moment, thinking that his people were guarding him on both sides. Naturally, it would not be a problem to put Mo Luo back.

She, a commoner, can't make any big noise.

But this is the king’s intention...

"You can go!"

Zhou Ang waved his hand to Mo Luo, then turned around and looked at Wang Yi and said:

"You stay!"

Mo Luo glanced at Wang Yi in astonishment, and saw that he had regained his composure at this time. There was no wave in his eyes when looking at Mo Luo, and he just nodded slightly towards Mo Luo, signaling her not to say anything more.

Leave now.

Mo Luo hesitated for a moment. It was already late at night and something might not happen if a man and a woman were alone in the same room. But looking at Zhou Ang's uncontroversial look, Mo Luo knew that he was the one who had no right to speak at all.

I had no choice but to stand up and rub my sore knees, turned around and told Wang Yi:

"Take care of yourself."

Then he turned around and left.

She didn't know what Zhou Ang would do to Wang Yi, but she knew that people without ability couldn't show off.

She is not the protagonist in Shuang's novel. If she insists on staying, I'm afraid Zhou Ang will be really angry and neither she nor Wang Yi will have an easy time today.

After walking out of Duke Zhou's mansion, Mo Luo looked up at the moon in the sky, feeling a sense of sadness rising in his heart at this moment.

Her strength is still too weak and too thin, as thin as an ant, easily trampled on by others.

But what can we do to live freely and freely in this world?

Ordinary people like her, who have no money, no power and no family background, will never be able to defeat the privileged class.

It's funny to say that, whether in the previous world or the current world, fate never seemed to favor her.

And with Mora's courage and daring spirit, how long can she persist and how far can she go?

Mara closed her eyes, and the big, round moon disappeared from her sight. She did not dare to continue thinking about it.

Think about those doomed sad endings.

And letting Qiao Runzhi and the others leave him would only help them. If they follow him, they will not have any way out.

In such a long time, this was the first time that Mo Luo thought of doing good for Qiao Runzhi and others other than wanting to be alone.

I returned to the house silently. Today was the Yuan Day Festival and everyone was still awake. When they saw Mara coming back, they all came to greet him.

It's just that everyone's faces have a look of worry.

"Master Wife, Wang Yi was taken away by Zhou Ang's people!"

Mo Luo nodded and looked at everyone with complicated eyes:

"I know, he is in Duke Zhou's mansion."

"You went too? Really?"

Kira was keenly aware of Mara's emotions and asked sharply.

Mora nodded, acquiescing to Kira's answer.

"Then why didn't you come out with him? Why did you leave him alone in a place like Duke Zhou's Mansion? Do you know that there is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den?"

At this time, Wei Xicai belatedly realized what Ji Chen meant, and spoke words out of anger immediately, while Mo Luo on the other side watched quietly as he spoke out his words like a barrage of words.

"You're right. I can't bring him out of Duke Zhou's mansion. I'm just an ordinary citizen. Even if I risk my life, I can't stop the decision of the powerful."

"I am weak, incompetent, indifferent, powerless..."

"The wife...the wife..."

Qiao Runzhi looked at Mo Luo, who was walking toward everyone step by step. Her eyes were only dark, without any light, and her words were as cruel as bloody torn wounds.

"So I don't deserve to have everything, let alone enjoy everything; Nangong Tou must have found a backer this time. If he comes back, you will all follow him and leave here. Don't waste time with me and add trouble."

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The long sword in his hand dropped with a clang, and Mo Luo staggered around everyone and left the main hall, silently returning to the room.

At this time, none of the husbands standing in the hall spoke. Even Wei Xicai was shocked by Mo Luo's appearance just now.

In their eyes, Mara is a very hard-working person. Even if he is tired for a day, he will answer their inquiries well. Even if he takes the initiative to divorce or divorce more than once, he still has his own ideas and thoughts.

Yearning.

Although Mara never expresses her hopes easily, everyone can feel Mara's rejection of them.

It's not a physical rejection, it's not a reluctance to contact them, it's just that from the bottom of my heart I don't feel like I treat them as one of my own.

Therefore, after Mara reformed, they were angry and did not regard Mara as one of their own, although this had no impact on Mara.

But today, today is completely different.

Everyone can see the despair in Wanmoluo's eyes and the numbness in his face.

What kind of emotion is this? It seems to be the feeling that Sun Wukong is trapped under the Five Fingers Mountain and cannot escape even if he tries his best.

It is a sense of powerlessness against fate, indignation against the injustice of life, and abandonment of fate.

Several people looked at each other, and they all saw another layer of worry on each other's faces.

It's amazing to say that today they are worried about Wanmoluo, who once treated them very badly.

Is it for their own ordinary life, or is it really for Wanmara? No one among them can explain it accurately.

And Mara silently returned to the house, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling blankly, what flashed through his mind was his past and present lives.

She used to be a killer. She was exhausted every day, walking on the edge of a knife and running in a sea of ​​fire.

Day after day, year after year, there will be no end as long as she is alive.

At that time, she could still use endless busyness to perfunctory herself, telling herself that this was her job and her destiny.

But fate is so unfair, even if we have to start over again and start a new life, from Mara to become Wan Mara.

She is still an ox and horse running around without knowing how tired she is, an ordinary person at the mercy of others, and an endless machine.

If it hadn't stopped, she wouldn't have forced herself to think about this problem, but now that she was forced to stop, huge confusion enveloped Mara's body.

It was as if he had fallen into an abyss of despair. For a moment, Mara could not find the meaning of his efforts.

There is only anger at the injustice of fate, endless anger.

She stood up suddenly, raised her hand and smashed a set of tea cups on the table.

The teacup fell to the ground and the sound of broken porcelain was heard. Mara felt unbearably angry in his heart.

She has grown up in the killer organization since she was sensible, but it is not a paradise for children to grow up happily, it is a hell.

Only the children who can survive after going up mountains of knives, seas of fire and into oil pans are qualified to enter the next round of painful struggle.

If you don’t live well, you won’t die.

Your destiny is not up to you.

A killing machine without thought or will is the most perfect work.

In every lonely day and night, Mara buries her abnormal psychology and puts on a mask of indifference. Her fear, fear and vulnerability must be buried in her heart.

But as these things were destroyed one by one, Mara felt that he had become a monster, an out-and-out monster with no emotions, no heart, and no joy, anger, sorrow, or joy.

Doing the established things, following the established trajectory, without thoughts, will, and soul.

The walking dead have lived until today, and only today do they realize that even if they live the same life as before, they can't live a good life now.

She smiled sarcastically, opened the door and walked out of the house.

At this time, there was no one in the hall, leaving only the sword that Mara wore lying alone on the ground.

Mara stepped forward, picked up the sword, put it on his waist, and left.

"Where is my wife going?"

Jichen, who was preparing to eat in the kitchen, poked his head out curiously. At this time, everyone was in the kitchen, and no one was paying attention to the meals that were originally prepared.

They originally wanted to warm it up and asked their wives to come over to eat, but when they saw Mara's hurried back, they didn't have time to say anything.

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At this time, Mo Luo had already arrived on the eaves of Duke Zhou's mansion. He used to use some climbing tools when he was an assassin.

Since arriving here, although Hua Sanniang has taught Mo Luo some luck skills, the original master is not a boy's skill after all, and cannot practice one-tenth of that skill.

At that time, Mara had always been very comfortable with the tools used to climb high. Even when climbing over walls, he was just as careful as a Qi practitioner.

Relying on the memory of the Hou Mansion, Mo Luo came to Zhou Ang's previous residence.

Even if she leaves from here, she will naturally come back here.

I saw that Zhou Ang's courtyard was still brightly lit, which showed that Zhou Ang had not rested.

Mara walked to the eaves of the house in his memory, took away a few bricks and tiles, and the scene inside the house naturally came into view.

I saw that the person sitting in Zhou Ang's arms at this time was none other than Wang Yi. The two were entangled in disheveled clothes. The scene can be said to be quite romantic.

Mo Luo had seen this kind of scene many times when she was a hidden killer. Moreover, she had never regarded Wang Yi as her husband, so naturally she had no reaction.

Just silently looking for the best opportunity, at the most excited moment of Zhou Ang, the stone in his hand flew out quickly and hit her on the back of the head.

Zhou Ang was in high spirits and fainted before he could make any reaction.

Wang Yi on the side didn't know what was going on, thinking that Zhou Ang was too excited and fainted.

Just when Wang Yi realized that Zhou Ang had fainted and wanted to call someone, Mo Luo came down from the roof with a rope and stood in front of Wang Yi.

"You...why are you back?"

Wang Yi was startled at first, and then realized that he was disheveled and even mostly naked, so he quickly grabbed the nearest clothes to cover himself.

Mo Luo was not interested in Wang Yi's ketone body at all. He just walked in front of Zhou Ang and stared at the unconscious Zhou Ang with a pair of black and empty eyes.

"My wife...I..."

Only then did Wang Yi realize that he was Wan Mo Luo's husband. Thinking of this, the scene became weird. This was obviously a scene of catching an adulterer!

So he hurriedly opened his mouth to explain, but Mo Luo didn't even look at him, but said coldly:

"Shut up."

Wang Yi is used to looking at people's eyes. Although he looked at the current Mo Luo, his anger seemed to be about to come, but it was not directed at him. Although he didn't know the reason for it, he would not touch others at this time.

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So he wisely stepped aside and dressed himself neatly.

At this time, Mara didn't care at all what Wang Yi thought.

She doesn't like the way she feels, being dominated by others and forced to live like this, unable to live the life she wants most.

All of this aroused the most primitive pathology and sin hidden in her heart, making her want to see blood and endlessly gain comfort and happiness from the pain and suffering of others.

So she pulled out the broken blade from her waist, severed Zhou Ang's tendons and hamstrings, then found a belt and blindfolded her.

The broken blade in his hand was like a sharp giant ax, and it quickly cut Zhou Ang's body with blood. However, Mo Luo did not aim at the arteries, but only found some veins to start bleeding little by little.

"My wife...this is Zhou Ang...he..."

"Shut up, didn't you hear me?"

Mo Luo's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth or emotion. Not only did Wang Yi's heart tremble, but his whole body was stunned. He did not dare to say anything more and could only watch helplessly as Zhou Ang woke up and Mo Luo

He randomly found a medium-sized vase and stuffed it into Zhou Ang's mouth.

Zhou Ang was tortured using various cruel methods until her voice was weak and she no longer struggled.

At this time, Mo Luo picked up Zhou Ang's shirt and wiped his bloody hands, and then looked at Wang Yi.

"I'm leaving."

"Ah"

Wang Yi looked at the Wan Mo Luo in front of him tremblingly. There was no moment when he felt that Wan Mo Luo was so terrifying. What he saw and heard today will have a lifelong impact on Wang Yi.

"Aren't you going to join us? When others find out about her virtues, I'm afraid you won't be able to live anymore."

At this time, Mara is completely different from what she was before. Although she was cold but ordinary before, she just wanted to be an ordinary person.

But now, Mara realizes that she cannot truly be an ordinary person and spend her life humbly.

Her experiences and the character she developed destined her to be impossible to be an ordinary person.

Because she has always been a pervert....

Wang Yi nodded tremblingly. He wanted to move forward but couldn't move his steps at all. Mo Luo picked up Wang Yi and carried him behind him, and then climbed up the rope with three clicks.

Returning along the original path, Wang Yi looked at Mo Luo's completely indifferent expression. His body was still shaking uncontrollably, but now he was somewhat awake. He pulled Mo Luo and asked:

"Master Wife, if Zhou Ang cares about it in the future..."

"No"

There was a hint of arrogance in Mara's voice:

"From now on, the young lady from Duke Zhou's family will be a stupid lunatic."