Boss, she was forced to be the wife

"you're awake."

Wan Moluo was confused and heard an old female voice coming from beside him. Although the voice was old, it spoke vigorously and powerfully.

At this moment, she only felt a buzzing in her ears. She wanted to reach out to hold her head but couldn't.

"It's better not to move, you have broken bones all over your body."

The buzzing sound was still there, and Wanmoluo could barely hear the man's voice.

She tried but couldn't get up, so she had to try to twist her neck, and saw Qiao Runzhi lying next to her.

At this time, Qiao Runzhi's chest was rising and falling steadily, and he was obviously still alive.

Wanmoluo, who felt a little relieved, felt a little comfort at this time. Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt his body being lifted up.

After returning to consciousness, the obvious pain hit me, and I felt that every joint in my body seemed to be screaming in pain.

Wan Moluo frowned. The man did not manipulate her gently. It hurt so much that she wanted to scream, but unfortunately her throat was also burning.

Although the man's movements were not gentle, he still helped Wanmoluo up.

At this time, Wan Moluo saw clearly that the person sitting opposite him was an old lady with silver hair. She looked like an immortal in Chinese mythology.

Her face was gentle but also revealed her majesty. Although her face was old, her eyes were bright.

"You have a broken bone, let me fix it for you first."

As she spoke, the old lady grabbed Wan Mo Luo's wrists with both hands, injected internal force into the rotation, and instantly connected Wan Mo Luo's injured veins and bones.

Wan Mo Luo only felt that starting from his hands, the eight extraordinary meridians around his body were being opened continuously, and the pain all over his body was even worse, but that was not the pain of the broken bones just now, on the contrary, it was the pain caused by the rapid repair of the veins. The pain caused by being forcibly opened.

This pain started from the hand and continued to spread throughout the body. When it ended, Wanmoluo was already covered in cold sweat.

She lay back on the bed without any strength. Seeing that she was about to fall into coma again, the white-haired old man collected his internal strength and took her pulse.

"The pulse is stable, it seems you are fine."

Wanmoluo only heard these words before he fell into coma, and then fell into a drowsy sleep.

I don't know how long I slept for. When Wanmoluo woke up again, I felt light and light all over my body, as if my body no longer existed.

She opened her eyes in confusion, looked at the ceiling and recalled her previous memories, then raised her hand and twisted her stiff neck.

She clearly remembered that she couldn't lift her hands before, but now she could move them.

Thinking of this, Wanmoluo sat up excitedly, and as expected, he was very silky.

Looking to the side again, he saw Qiao Runzhi still lying calmly beside him.

Wan Moluo hurried over and called Qiao Runzhi's name while checking his injuries.

His hands were thickly bandaged at this time, and wooden pieces were placed on his arms. There were no bone injuries on his legs.

Under Wan Mo Luo's hoarse call, Qiao Runzhi reluctantly opened his eyes, but he fainted again before he could say a word.

Seeing that Qiao Runzhi was still awake, Wan Mo Luo felt a little calmer.

After my mind calmed down, I felt the heat under my buttocks. I reached into my quilt and realized that the heat was radiating from the bottom of the bed to the top.

I couldn't help but feel curious, so I moved my body and struggled to get out of bed, staggering several steps before I could barely stand firm.

Wanmoluo didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but it was just that his feet were so floating. It was probably caused by being unconscious for a long time and falling off a cliff.

I originally thought that I was going to die this time, but I didn't want to survive the catastrophe. There was actually a noble person helping me in my fate.

For a moment, Wanmoluo felt sad and sad at the same time. She didn't know whether she should be defined as someone who survived a catastrophe or had a bad fate.

As he was grieving, Wanmoluo noticed that there was a bed where they were lying. It was a fire bed!
A spacious fire bed was neatly built, with a small stove opening on the front. Firewood was burning in the stove, and it was burning vigorously. No wonder this 'bed' felt so warm.

At the same time, Wan Moluo also saw another unconscious person lying next to Qiao Runzhi.

I saw that the man had clear features, and even if he closed his eyes tightly, he could tell that he was a handsome man, but his lips were black, and he was obviously poisoned.

The clothes beside him were neatly folded and placed on the bedside. The most eye-catching thing was that there was a smooth fox mask on top of the clothes.

The fox mask was so exquisite that Wan Mo Luo found it a little strange. Just when he was about to reach out and take it, the door suddenly opened.

A moist vapor poured into the house, and then a person walked in from outside.

That person was the silver-haired old man who had broken through all the muscles and bones of Wan Mo Luo's body.

"You woke up pretty quickly."

The silver-haired old man put the basket in his hand on the table, sat down and started picking vegetables.

"Thank you for your help, old man. I am very grateful to you, my junior Wanmoluo."

The silver-haired old man said nothing to Wan Mo Luo's thanks. He just glanced at Wan Mo Luo and asked:
"Did you commit something and be forced off the cliff by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect?"

Hearing the old man's straightforward question, Wanmoluo was a little surprised, so he asked:

"How did you know that I was forced off the cliff by people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect?"

The old man pointed at Wanmoluo's body and said curiously:
"The wound on your body was from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect's sword. The sword was all quenched with poison, but nothing happened to you."

Then the old man continued:

"The river under the cliff washed you downstream to me. Although you were in a coma when I found you, you hugged the boy tightly. He only injured his arm and had some non-urgent skin injuries, and you You have broken bones all over your body, and when I brought you back, I was afraid that you would die at any time."

"And the body."

Having said this, Wan Moluo suddenly looked at the old man with bright eyes:

"Dan where is he?"

"I will temporarily put it in the coffin prepared for myself at the back." The old man didn't seem to shy away from it, as if what he said had nothing to do with him.

When Wan Moluo heard this, she sat back on the edge of the kang slumped. Although there was no big problem with her body, she felt particularly uncomfortable in her heart.

Wei Xicai is dead, Dan'er is also dead, and Qiao Runzhi is now unconscious.

As their wife, what on earth am I doing?
What exactly is being protected?
The more she tries to protect, the more she loses.

The more I try to move forward, the more I move backward.

Now Wanmoluo is a little discouraged, feeling that his whole person has been shrouded in haze.

She once thought she could protect the people but failed to protect them, so what was the point of them following her?
And what is the meaning of her Mara?
The silver-haired old man saw that Wan Mo Luo was a little decadent, and thought of the young corpse. Based on her many years of experience, she could also know what happened, so he walked to the edge of the kang and sat down and said:
"Young people, look at it openly. There is no life without hardship. Everyone's life is bitter. A smooth sailing is not life, it is a legend."

"But. I can't even protect anyone around me."

"Only when you realize your weakness can you have the opportunity to become stronger. You have already realized that you need to become stronger."

Seeing that Wan Mo Luo didn't speak, the old man continued:
"When I was treating your injuries a few days ago, I found that you didn't have any internal strength in your body, but you were able to hold on until now. You are not a member of the Jianghu, right?"

Wanmoluo looked at the old man's gentle inquiry and nodded, starting from the beginning:
"I was just an ordinary person from a small place, and I just learned some martial arts."

The old man was fascinated by the story of all the things he had experienced before falling off the cliff, and he did not come back to his senses until a long time after Wanmoluo finished speaking.

"So it is, so it is"

Then he asked again:
"The old man named Chen Lao you mentioned before, do you know what she looks like?"

Wan Mo Luo nodded and recounted the appearance of Mr. Chen who taught him the iron fan that he had seen. However, he saw that the silver-haired old man had tears in his eyes and kept nodding:
"It's her, she's right."

"Do you know Mr. Chen?"

The silver-haired old man glanced at Wan Mo Luo, with a few more complicated emotions in his eyes:
"This may be the fate given to us by God. The Mr. Chen you are talking about is my biological sister Chen Li. My name is Chen Mo. We are biological sisters whose blood is thicker than water!"

Wan Moluo never thought that the old man in front of her who saved her life would have such a deep connection with her. Professor Chen, in his own right, could be regarded as her first teacher, but her sister was the one who saved her life.

With such a relationship, old man Chen Mo obviously looked at Wan Mo Luo with more kindness towards the younger generation. After all, he was the person his sister was willing to teach her skills to, so he would definitely be good, so he took Wan Mo Luo with him. The hand said:
"Good boy, good boy, you have suffered, then do you know where my sister went?"

Wan Moluo shook her head. She didn't know where Mr. Chen went at that time. Old Chen Mo also nodded. She knew that her sister always liked to be free and unrestrained, so it was normal for her to leave suddenly.

"Then do you have somewhere you want to go later?"

Facing old man Chen Mo's inquiry, Wan Moluo was stunned for a moment, then thought of Wei Xiwen's letter of recommendation to him, and hurriedly groped around to find the letter.

When the old man saw Wan Mo Luo looking around, he took out Wan Mo Luo's coat. The letter was now placed neatly in the breast pocket of the coat.

Wan Moluo felt a little nervous at this time. Mr. Chen said that he found himself in the water, so the envelope might have been soaked in water, and the letter paper and ink inside would be gone.
It was raining all night, and Wanmoluo secretly complained in his heart. Although he was too shocked to face it, he still opened the envelope with courage.

The envelope made of kraft paper was not damaged by water, but the letter inside was also dry at this time.

Wan Moluo was a little surprised when he took out the paper and saw that the ink on it was still clear, and every handwriting could be clearly seen.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Chen took the letter from Wanmoluo's hand and briefly glanced at the content of the letter:

"Yes, the Fuling Sect does have a person named Gu Qin now."

Then he began to check the letter paper and ink stains, and then said with a smile:

"The person who wrote this letter is obviously clever."

"Mr. Chen, what do you say?"

"You see, the letter paper and ink are made of waterproof material. This person must have thought of the situation you would face when preparing the letter."

Hearing what Mr. Chen said, Wan Moluo fell silent, and his mind couldn't help but recall the scene when Wei Xiwen casually handed the envelope to him.

She was so plain, as if this was just an ordinary letter, but Wanmoluo didn't know that underneath it was the letter paper and pen and ink that she had prepared with all her heart and soul.

Wei Xiwen's scheming and scheming were so deep that he was far superior to Zhao Ziqin at the time. He had been trying to defeat the enemy with one blow for decades and never showed any mercy.

If this person's mind can escape from the hands of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and survive, I am afraid that he will definitely become a new rising figure in the world in the future!
Thinking of this, Wan Moluo couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. She was previously ignorant and had never realized that Wei Xiwen was not simple.

Now it seems that Mr. Chen has opened a string, and he has a new understanding of Wei Xiwen.

And this also made Wan Moluo understand how ignorant he was before. He could not only rely on brute force to survive in the world, but also rely on his brain, and even what Mr. Chen just said, deep internal strength.

And these are things she has never deliberately trained, especially internal strength.

I heard that this internal power is a child's skill, and it needs to be trained from a young age to achieve greatness. If Xiang is in her 20s and wants to train her own internal power, the chance is slim.

But Jianghu is not like the imperial court. If you want to walk on smooth ground, you must have deep internal strength to support you, so that you can walk fast and steadily.

Thinking of this, Wan Moluo couldn't help but feel discouraged again.

If she is asked to use her brain or do physical work, there must be no problem. She has never been afraid of hardship. What she is afraid of is that it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice!
"Mr. Chen, maybe I'm really not suitable for the world."

The sound of rain outside unknowingly became quieter during the conversation between the two people. After Qiao Runzhi woke up, Wanmoluo fed him some water, and he couldn't wait to get out of bed and walk.

After taking two shaky steps, it was clear that there was no problem. Looking at the sunny weather outside, the two of them silently came to Mr. Chen's coffin.

Lying quietly inside was Dan'er. The dirt on his body had been cleaned up by Mr. Chen, but the red and black blood was still stained.

"Master Wife, let's bury Dan'er here."

This was Qiao Runzhi's decision after struggling for a long time. He and Wan Moluo obtained the consent of Mr. Chen and dug a pit nearby to bury Dan'er here.

The two of them returned to the house in despair. Mr. Chen had been waiting for a long time.

20 days until resignation

Ahhhhhhhh I have to go to work tomorrow oooooooo