Boss, she was forced to be the wife

Chapter 41 The Abyss of Despair
It's okay to wander around the world with a wanted warrant on her back, mainly because she hasn't mastered her skills yet!

Without sufficient family background, power and money, let alone technology, wandering around the world is tantamount to death.

The more Mo Luo thought about it, the more he felt that it couldn't be done. He was determined not to die here, and he looked at Zhou Ang with much more eager eyes.

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

"That's it! You spread the news now and wait for it to ferment before proceeding to the next step!"

After Zhou Ang gave orders to the guards outside the door, he left. Looking at Mo Luo and Wang Yi in the room, Zhou Ang hesitated for a moment, thinking that his people were guarding on both sides. Naturally, it would not be a problem for Mo Luo to go back. She, a commoner, can't make any big noises.

But this king's will
"you can go now!"

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

"You stay!"

Mo Luo glanced at Wang Yi in astonishment, only to see that he had recovered his calm look at this moment, looking at Mo Luo's eyes without any waves, he just nodded slightly to 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 say at all.

She had no choice but to stand up and rubbed her sore knee, then turned around and said to Wang Yi:
"take care of yourself."

Then he turned and left.

She didn't know what Zhou Ang would do to Wang Yi, but she knew that a person without ability could not pretend to be coercive.

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. At this moment, a feeling of sadness arose in his heart.

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

But in this troubled world, what can one do to live freely and freely?

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

It's funny to say, no matter in the previous world or the current world, it seems that fate has never favored her.

And relying on Mo Luo's solitary 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 asking Qiao Runzhi and the others to leave him would only help them. There would be no way out for them if they followed him.

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.

He returned to the house silently. Today was the New Year's Day and everyone was still awake. When they saw Mara coming back, they all rushed to greet him.

It's just that there is a look of worry in everyone's face.

"My wife, Wang Yi was taken away by Zhou Ang's men!"

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 the Dragon Pond and the Tiger's Den?"

At this time, Wei Xicai also realized Ji Chen's meaning belatedly, and immediately spoke out in anger, while Mo Luo on the opposite side quietly watched him speak out like a cannonball.

"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 cowardly, incompetent, indifferent, and powerless"

"The wife. The wife."

Qiao Runzhi looked at Mo Luo, who was walking towards 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 all follow him and leave here. Don't waste your time with me and increase your troubles."

The long sword in his hand fell 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, Mo Luo is a person who can endure hardships. Even if he is tired all day, he will answer their inquiries well. Even if he offered to divorce or divorce more than once, he still has his own ideas and ideas. Yearn for.

Although Mara would never express her hopes easily, everyone could 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 used to be angry and did not regard Mara as one of their own, although this had no effect on Mara.

But today, today is completely different.

Everyone could see the despair in Wan Moluo's eyes, and the numbness in his complexion.

What kind of emotion is this?It seems that Sun Wukong is crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain, even if he tries his best, he can't escape.

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 Wanmoluo?None of them could explain it accurately.

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

She was a killer before, exhausted every day, walking on the tip of a knife and running in a sea of ​​flames.

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

At that time, she could still perfuse herself with endless busyness, telling herself that this was her job and her destiny.

But the fate is so unfair, even if it is a new life, from Mara to Wan Mara.

She is still a running horse who can't know 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 question, but now that she was forced to stop, a huge confusion enveloped Mara's whole 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 abruptly, raised her hand and smashed a set of teacups 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 still come out alive 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 can't live well, you can't die.

Your destiny is not up to you there.

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

Mo Luo buried her deformed psychology in every lonely day and night, and put on a mask of indifference. Her fear, fear and fragility 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 thing, according to the established track, without thought, without will, without soul.

The walking dead have lived until today, only to find that even the same life as before cannot live the current life well.

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 the 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 food that was originally prepared.

They wanted to ask the wife master to come and eat as soon as it was warmed up, but they didn't have time to say anything when they saw Mo Luo's hurried back.

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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 tools for climbing high. Even when climbing over walls and 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 return here.

I saw that Zhou Ang's yard was still brightly lit, which showed that Zhou Ang did not rest.

Mara walked to the eaves of the house in his memory, removed 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, and the scene could 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 before he had time to react, he passed out directly.

Wang Yi on the side didn't know what was going on, thinking that Zhou Ang fainted because of excitement.

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

"Why are you back?"

Wang Yi was startled at first, and then realized that he was disheveled and even mostly naked and 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 quickly opened his mouth to explain, but Mo Luo didn't give him a look, and just said coldly:
"To shut up."

Wang Yi is used to looking at people's eyes. Looking at the current Mo Luo, although the anger seems to be coming, it is not directed at him. Although he doesn't know why it happened, he will not touch people at this time. brow.

So he wisely stepped aside and dressed himself neatly.

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

She didn't like the way she felt, being dominated by others, being forced to live like this, and not being able to live the life she wanted most.

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

So she pulled out the broken blade at her waist and cut off Zhou Ang's tendons and hamstrings, then found a belt and covered her eyes.

The broken blade in his hand was like a sharp giant axe, and quickly cut Zhou Ang's body dripping with blood, but Mo Luo didn't aim at the arteries, but just found some veins to let blood out a little bit.

"My wife, this is Zhou Ang. He."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

Mo Luo's voice was cold and devoid of any warmth or emotion. Wang Yi not only saw the chills in his heart, but also was stunned. He didn't dare to say anything, and could only watch as Zhou Ang woke up. He randomly found a moderately large vase and stuffed it into Zhou Ang's mouth.

She tortured Zhou Ang with all kinds of 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."

"what"

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 would have a lifelong impact on Wang Yi.

"Aren't you together? When others find out about her virtue, you might die too."

At this time, Mora 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 realized that she could not truly be an ordinary person and spend her life humbly.

Her experience and the character she has created make it impossible for her 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:

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

"will not"

There was a hint of arrogance in Mo Luo's voice:
"From now on, the young lady from Duke Zhou's family will be a stupid lunatic."

　Sometimes I feel that the breakdown is in a little thing, like the last straw that broke the camel's back. I work during the day and write novels at night. I am really tired in a private company. I go out at [-] o'clock in the morning and arrive home at [-] or [-] o'clock in the evening. It's ninety o'clock when I clean up. I haven't been working well recently, and I cried for a while when I came back from work, feeling that I can't do anything well.
　　
　
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