Group pet daughter: The rough man tricked me into giving birth again

Chapter 39 The Story of Ziyan

She is an orphan, her father and mother were swept away by a flood at home, leaving her and her younger sister to depend on each other.

When she was five years old, she got half a bun, and excitedly went to find her sister in the ruined temple.

My sister is gone, and a man dressed as a scholar stays there.

The man was very weak, and two of the three sentences were coughing, and he was panting for a rest after speaking for a while.

He said that a pretty sister took her sister away and asked her if she wanted to go with him.

She didn't believe it, so she waited and waited in the temple. On the day the soft steamed buns became hard, she left with the man.

The man is very gentle, he eats delicious food and wears warm clothes for her.

He put a fan in his hand, looking indescribably handsome.

It was also from that day on that she had to learn martial arts that she didn't like like other girls.

At first they were asked to kill wild dogs together, then wolves and tigers.

There are fewer and fewer sisters around, and the ones left behind are getting more and more powerful.

Finally, when she was 14 years old, she received her first mission.

Ten girls form a group, and the winner of the fight in the cage can go out.

From that day on, she became an extremely sharp knife.

When she was young, she was most afraid of pain, and would cry for a long time if she had a cut in her body.

But now no one will listen to her cry, hurting and crying in that place means useless.

Useless people do not deserve to live in this world.

"I'm still useful, I beg the master to let me go..."

Zi Yan muttered to herself, and Ma Lan kept twisting the handkerchief to wipe her body.

Her eyes were clean, but angry.

Have you ever seen a tree that was scribbled on?The wound will not heal when it grows up, but it will become more and more eye-catching.

Zi Yan's body is like this, densely packed with wounds.

There is no good place in the whole body.

Hearing her unconscious begging for mercy, Ma Lan became angry for the first time.

In this world, she has always regarded herself as an outsider, telling herself over and over again that this is someone else's story.

Like reading a script, she just needs to watch it coldly and doesn't need to pay too much attention.

The storybook also has a sense of substitution, which can also make people angry and sad.

Zi Yan's owner is not as good as a pig or a dog, if she has the chance, she really wants to meet her.

Wang Zhi was still boiling water outside: "There are many things you can't control."

Just like Mother and Child Gu, it was born as a means for the royal family to control people.

Many people spend their whole lives, but they can't reach the height of others when they were born.

After a busy night, Ziyan finally had a fever and fell asleep.

The two were so sleepy after a busy night that they slept in the carriage.

When I woke up again, it was already dark, and Wang Zhihuan and Zi Yan were staring at a pile of carbon.

They woke up early, caught fish and rabbits and planned to roast them.

I don't know if the fire was too big, and the rabbits and fish were burned to carbon.

"I come."

Ma Lan washed her hands and took out the seasoning from her bag: "Go get some water."

"Spicy food?"

The rabbit is skewered and roasted slowly, and the meat is fragrant after being sprinkled with seasoning.

The fish soup cooked on the simple table is also steaming.

After drinking a bowl, the whole person feels comfortable and refreshed.

"I haven't been this satisfied in years."

Wang Zhi lay down comfortably on the ground, letting grass clippings stain his body.

It's a good day like this, there is no fighting and no blood.

Ma Lan didn't think so, she felt that life was too hard, without a bed, she had to sleep in the open every day.

The starting point of life is different, and the degree of satisfaction with life is different.

People who can’t eat enough can make him happy with a steamed bun, but those who eat a lot of food every day will only feel sad when they see the steamed bun.

People's desires are always endless, and the only thing they can control is themselves.

After two days of repairing in situ, Ziyan's wound is almost healed.

The three of them drove the carriage all the way to the west, and there was a golden sunset and the afterglow of the setting sun on the way.

There are small bridges and flowing water, as well as lonely smoke in the desert, with endless beautiful scenery and delicious food.

On this day, the sky was bright and clear, and we finally arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

Along the way, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the clothes on the body are getting thicker and thicker.

Ma Lan doesn't know martial arts, and his body is not as strong as the two, so he had to wrap himself into a ball of rice dumplings to keep out the cold.

This is a not very wealthy village, located at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, the land is too dry to do farming.

Every household will raise ice silkworms and take out the silk to make clothes or quilts.

The village was poor and there was no inn, so Wang Zhihuan found a farmhouse and rented it.

Thirty Wen a day, food and drink to take care of themselves.

The Fire of the Snow Mountain sounds like it is in a very cold place, so the three of them need to prepare well.

The days were long in summer, and night fell for a long time. Ma Lan went to chat with them with two jugs of wine.

Wang Zhihuan also happened to be drinking in the yard, and he poured himself a drink with the wine utensils on the stone table.

Seeing Ma Lan coming, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Are you here to drink with me?"

This journey has been going on for more than a month, and Ma Lan has never touched a drop of alcohol.

There is no other reason, she doesn't like to drink such spicy and exciting things.

She likes the sweet water squeezed from fruits in Changping Village very much, and even bought the closed stores so that they can continue to do business.

Malan stared at the white porcelain wine glass in his hand: "Tell me your story."

Wang Zhi was still very surprised, he put down his glass without saying anything, "What do you want to hear?"

Malan waved his hand: "I don't have anything in particular I want to hear."

She just wanted someone to talk to.

Wang Zhi smiled slightly, and poured a glass of wine into his belly: "It's really helpless for me to give you a mother's voodoo."

He was seriously injured that day, and there was no one around him, so he could only ask for help.

The best way to save lives is to make your life as long as others.

Things like Mother and Child Gu are inherently owned by the royal family and are inexhaustible.

With the phoenix pattern jade pendant on her body, she would not be able to live if she died, so she might as well let her die with her.

The boss planted Gesang flowers all around the yard, the slender petals swaying in the wind, and the fragrance is tangy.

Ma Lan looked down at Wang Zhihuan, who was sitting in the sea of ​​flowers, his face was still so pretty.

"Won't you call me for drinking?"

Ziyan was also holding a pot of wine in her hand, and it was hard to predict if she went to the snow-capped mountain on the top of Tianshan Mountain tomorrow.

It would be a beautiful thing to get drunk tonight.

"I never understood why you worked so hard to get the Seven Great Hatreds."

The poison in her body has been successfully suppressed, as long as she is always careful that no one is seducing her, she will not have to worry about the poison in her life.

After getting along with each other for this period of time, Zi Yan's words gradually increased.

He lowered his head and drank a glass of wine, telling his own story without haste.

Her life is very bitter, but the master's hand is very warm, big and generous, and she smiles like a handsome young man.

His heart is cold, hard and cruel, and the fan in his hand never shows mercy, many sisters died in his hands.

But she can't, the master said that she is the best knife, a knife that won't hurt or hurt and has no weakness.

Last year, she was sent on a mission to supervise a lay disciple.

There she saw the sachet made by her sister, which was ugly and ugly.

Lay disciples have a hard life, and they can grit their teeth and persevere every time they are about to die.

She stayed for a year. Last month, she was sent to carry out a mission. When she came back, the lay disciple vomited blood and was dying.

Hearing from his master, there is no other way to save him except the Seven Great Hatreds.

　It's the last day to test the waters, and my favorite babies let me see you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)