Boss, she was forced to be the wife

"came back."

Mr. Chen watched the two juniors come back in despair and knew that they were troubled by the death of their companions. He didn't say anything more at this time and just prepared some simple meals.

After the three of them ate, they looked at each other in silence for a while.

Just when everyone was silent, a cough was suddenly heard not far away.

It was the handsome man lying on the bed. When Mr. Chen heard the movement, he stepped forward to check the man's pulse.

Wan Moluo and Qiao Runzhi also walked over. As soon as they passed, they saw the man's eyes opened. His eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes and he looked extremely haggard.

The man felt several pairs of eyes around him staring at him. He looked over one by one, and then he realized that he was lying on the bed.

"You have been poisoned, don't move easily, let alone use your skills."

When the white-haired old man in front of him wanted to pass on her inner strength to him, the man raised his hand with difficulty to signal to stop.

"No need, no one can transmit the inner power to me with the technique I practice. If it is transmitted forcefully, I'm afraid... cough cough"

As he spoke, the man coughed and then vomited a mouthful of black blood.

"You were poisoned and injured your heart. If you don't do any treatment, I'm afraid you won't die soon!"

Mr. Chen pulled the man and said, but he didn't seem to care much about his condition. He looked around and then asked:
"Excuse me, old man, did anyone come looking for me during the time I was in coma?"

"Never."

Mr. Chen shook his head, his words were sincere and did not seem like he was lying.

After hearing this, the man nodded in despair, then closed his eyes and said:

"I'm a little tired and want to take a rest."

This man wanted to die, and there was nothing anyone could do to save him. Mr. Chen sighed and looked at the man, choosing to respect his decision.

Even if she goes to treat this man now, looking at his current state, he can't even get off the ground, and she's afraid he won't have a few days to live.

Both Wan Moluo and Qiao Runzhi also saw that the man had no will to survive. They looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

During this period, they were used to seeing life and death, and now they felt more of a sad and numb emotion about life and death.

If you are like this yourself, what ability do you have to take care of others?

Especially Wan Moluo, when she looked at the man on the bed, she seemed to see through him two people, Wei Xicai and Dan'er, who died in her arms.

Could it be that in another world, she still couldn't have a normal life?
The people she cares about are gradually leaving her, all because of her cowardice and incompetence
What should I do?
How can she keep everyone she values ​​​​by her side?
She, Wan Moluo, no longer wants to be that ruthless killer, but she still can't keep him or get him.

Maybe she shouldn't have left Kyoto City from the beginning, right?
Wan Mo Luo silently blamed himself in his heart.

"The wife is the master, the wife is the master"

When Wan Moluo came back to his senses, Qiao Runzhi had called her many times. It was not until Wan Moluo came back to his senses that he realized that Qiao Runzhi was looking at him nervously.

"What's wrong, Wife? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No. I was just thinking."

Wan Mo Luo shook his head. Just when he was about to tell Qiao Runzhi what he was thinking, he saw Mr. Chen coming out of the kitchen and said to Wan Mo Luo:
"Do you still remember the exercises my sister taught you before?"

Hearing the gray-haired old man in front of him ask this question, Wanmoluo was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently.

In fact, Wan Moluo has always had doubts in his heart about whether this old man is really Mr. Chen's sister.

So much so that Wanmoluo didn't quite believe the story she told about them later.

But even if she doesn't believe it, what can she do?

The blow she received during this period was really too great. She had no intention of judging whether what the old man in front of her said was true or false.

When the old man saw her admitting, he took out a mahogany box from the cabinet on the kang and opened the box carefully.

Qiao Runzhi had been following the old man's gaze, and he noticed that Wan Moluo's condition had not been very good.

Qiao Runzhi lost two companions in just a few days. Qiao Runzhi was also extremely sad, but he knew that he could not fall. Compared with his own sadness, the wife's heart felt more condemnation of herself.

So all he can do now is to support and walk hand in hand with Mara. Even if Mara is a little depressed now, he believes that Mara will be able to cheer up and continue walking.

Now let him temporarily replace the other person as her support and go on.

Qiao Runzhi watched with his own eyes as the old man carefully opened the mahogany box and solemnly took out a black fan from it.

The shape of the fan is very similar to the iron fan used by Mara before.

Qiao Runzhi quickly patted Mo Luo and said:

"My wife, look, is that the weapon you used before?"

At this time, Mara came out of his daze and looked at the weapon in the old man's hand.

Just when I saw it, my eyes widened in shock.

Sure enough, as Qiao Runzhi said - that fan is exactly the same as the iron fan that Mr. Chen gave him before.

Seeing that both of them were in this state, Mr. Chen smiled and then said:
"It seems that you have seen this fan before. My sister must have made another one later."

Then he called Wan Mo Luo over and handed the iron fan to Wan Mo Luo.

Wan Moluo took the fan from Mr. Chen's hand. At first, just looking at the appearance, he would have thought that this fan was exactly the same as the iron fan he once had.

But when I actually took it into my hands, I realized that it was completely different.

The first thing that was different was the material. The one that Mr. Chen gave her before was made of iron, but this one was obviously much heavier. Mo Luo weighed it in his hand and found that it was obviously twice as heavy as the previous fan. More than enough.

Mr. Chen has said before that the heavier the iron fan is, the more it can combine this technique and the mental method to exert the greatest effect. It is best to be a real black iron fan.

But the one in front of me is the real Black Iron Fan.

“This is real”

"Yes, this is the real Black Iron Fan. It is a unique iron fan in the world that my senior Xuanmen spent ten years using Black Iron to create."

Wan Mo Luo nodded. She knew the origin of the iron fan, but
"Juniors heard that the real iron fan disappeared into the rivers, lakes and courts during the third war between Xuanyuan Kingdom and Huangfu Kingdom. Its whereabouts are still unknown, and the use of the iron fan weapon in Xuanmen has been almost lost. , I didn’t expect to be here with you.”

Speaking of this, the old man sighed and then continued:

"Times have changed, and the Xuanmen of today is no longer the Xuanmen of the past. Alas."

Mr. Chen sighed, obviously not intending to continue talking.

But then he glanced at Wanmoluo and said:

"Do you remember the skills and mental skills that my sister taught you before?" Chen Lao didn't want to say, and Wanmoluo didn't ask further. She was a little discouraged now, and she had no interest in other things.

When Mr. Chen asked, Wan Mo Luo nodded and continued:

"Remember, the juniors will never forget what the master taught me."

Hearing Wan Mo Luo say this, the old man nodded with relief, seemed to be relieved, and then looked around Wan Mo Luo:
"When you were in a coma, I transferred my true energy to you, only to find that there was no true energy in your body at all. You don't know internal energy, right?"

Wanmoluo nodded. She and the original owner, one was a modern person and the other was a civilian living in a small town, and neither of them had the opportunity to come into contact with these.

"I can only say that you are very hard-working and very talented. Follow me outside and show you the skills my sister taught you, so that I can see how much you have learned."

Hearing what the old man said, Wan Mo Luo silently put down the old man's hand on her shoulder and said feebly:
"It's getting late today, so let's talk about it tomorrow."

Qiao Runzhi also saw that Mo Luo's heart was not here. At this time, she definitely wanted to be alone, so she stepped forward and said to the old man:

"Yes, old man, we have just recovered from a serious illness and have just started doing physical work. Why don't we talk about it tomorrow."

At this time, the injury on Qiao Runzhi's arm was still there. Unlike Wan Moluo, the old man did not transfer his true energy to him, and it would still take a long time for his fractured part to heal.

The old man first looked at Wan Mo Luo, and then at Qiao Runzhi. He hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed and said:

"That being the case, you guys should have a good rest today. We'll go back tomorrow. You need to get used to this Black Iron Fan first."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to go out, but as if he thought of something, he turned sideways and said to Wanmoluo:

"No one in Xuanmen today knows how to use the Black Iron Fan. You are now the only one who understands the skills and mental skills. I hope you can inherit the Xuanmen Iron Fan skill and carry it forward. .”

"Kid, cheer up quickly, you will definitely have a bright future."

Qiao Runzhi saw that Wan Mo Luo was just staring at the iron fan in a daze, and did not pay attention to what the old man said. He said thank you to the old man's leaving figure, then pulled Mo Luo's sleeve and said:

"My wife, it's getting late, we might as well go to bed early."

Wan Mo Luo nodded, the quilt on the kang was not folded, and the man beside him was still unconscious.

Wan Moluo was lying under the quilt holding the black iron fan. The kang was warm, but there was no way to warm the fan in the slightest.

"My wife, are you asleep?"

"No."

Wanmoluo responded calmly.

Hearing that his wife was not sleeping, Qiao Runzhi turned his body sideways and could barely see Wanmoluo's blurry figure through the dim moonlight outside the window.

"My wife, what happened to Xicai and Dan'er is not your fault."

"It's my fault. If I didn't choose to leave Kyoto City, these things wouldn't happen now."

"Maybe I should stay there."

When Qiao Runzhi heard what Wan Mo Luo said, he knew that she felt uncomfortable, so he stretched out his hand and touched her cheek according to Wan Mo Luo's position.

"We all did it willingly, and it was the Ten Thousand Poison Sect that really killed them."

Mo Luo closed his eyes silently, feeling Qiao Runzhi's warm palm against his cheek, and a sour feeling rose in his heart.

"I'm too useless and can't protect anyone. If I could be stronger, so strong that no one could defeat me, strong enough to protect everyone, they wouldn't die. I overestimated my ability. I'm too conceited"

Wan Moluo covered Qiao Runzhi's hand with one hand, and his hands became slightly cold because he was holding the Black Iron Fan tightly.

But Qiao Runzhi held him back and said:

"So, don't be discouraged. I once had this thought of my wife, when you were unconscious and we entered the Lost Valley."

"Looking at the exhausted people, anger rose in my heart. I had the same idea as you - why am I so weak and can't protect the people I want to protect? Why can't I become a strong man and bring everyone together? Get rid of all those people and things that want to hurt the people I care about."

"But I'm just a helpless man. Even if I can't be a partner who can walk side by side with you, I'm not discouraged, am I?"

Wan Moluo listened to what Qiao Runzhi said in the dark night. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could hear his voice clearly.

Even after going through a lot, he is still so firm, gentle and powerful.

It’s no wonder that all the husbands of Wan Mo Luo were headed by Qiao Runzhi. He did have a stable core.

Even when Mara was on duty in the court, he kept the house in order.

Now even after experiencing so many accidents and failures, Qiao Runzhi is still comforting himself.

It's obvious that he is the one who is powerless, and it is obvious that he is the person who should be feared the most because of his weakness.

As Mo Luo thought about it, he suddenly felt guilty towards Qiao Runzhi.

But I, who was capable, began to feel depressed because of these setbacks.

She shouldn't be like this, at least she still has Qiao Runzhi by her side.

"Thank you, Runzhi."

In the darkness, Mo Luo's voice gradually became warmer, and the hand she held in Qiao Runzhi gradually began to feel warm.

"Don't leave me. Me, we will definitely stay together until the clouds clear and the moon shines."

"Okay, I will always stay with you"

Qiao Runzhi's voice began to become muffled, and he gradually fell asleep.

When Qiao Runzhi woke up in the morning, Wanmoluo was no longer in bed.

As soon as he sat up, he heard the sound of weapons being waved outside the house. He put on his shoes and went out and saw Wan Mo Luo playing with the iron fan in the yard.

The old man standing at the door nodded with satisfaction from time to time.

After Wan Moluo finished all the exercises, he turned around and saw Qiao Runzhi standing with Na Na at some point.

Seeing that Wan Mo Luo was over, the old man nodded with satisfaction and said:

"You are very good. It's worth it for you to wake me up early in the morning and let me see your skills."

"Thank you senior."

As soon as Wan Moluo handed over his hand, his attitude was obviously different from before, and the feeling of decadence from yesterday completely disappeared.

"It's just that if you can open up the two meridians of Ren and Du, and practice Qi, you will be more interested in the Iron Fan technique."

I finally quit my job and am free hahahahahahahahaha! ! ! !There will be regular updates in the future. I have sorted myself out in the past two days and started again!