Chapter 9 Illness
But seeing Wushuang's thin and inhuman face, it was bright red, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his whole small face was twisted and twisted together.

Wang Yurong hurriedly reached out to touch her forehead, and was taken aback immediately. Her hand was shocked by Wushuang's scorching body temperature.

Wang Yurong hurriedly dragged her exhausted body to the yard, fetched a basin of water for Wushuang, brought a washcloth, soaked it, and then applied it on Wushuang's forehead.

Wushuang was shocked by the icy cold water and shivered, which instantly awakened her from her dream, and her consciousness began to recover slowly.

Wushuang slowly opened her eyes, and what came into her eyes was a skinny woman just like her.

She knew that this woman was the mother of the girl in her dream.

Seeing her mother, Wushuang was looking at her nervously and worriedly, Wushuang's heart warmed, and she called softly, "Mother."

Mother, this word is so strange, this is the first time in her life that she is called mother, right?

In her previous life, she had no father and no mother, and was a master who raised her up with one hand. However, on the day she left the teacher, her master died at the hands of the enemy.

Therefore, in her previous life, people who were kind to her and five fingers can also be counted.

Apart from her master and Yanyue, there are only these two people in her life, they are relatives and family members. "Shuang'er, how are you?" Wang Yurong's face was full of worry, and her eyes were full of love that only a mother can have.

Wushuang felt smoke coming from her throat, and her body was also burning hot. She was so hot that she wanted to get up and jump into the well in the yard to vent the fire.

But, this is just thinking about it. At this moment, she is so weak and in pain, that she might not even be able to get up. "Water." Wushuang softly said a word.

Wang Yurong hastily went to pour her a glass of water. The water, at some point, had been boiled, but it was freezing cold. "Shuang'er, mother just came back, before you have time to boil water, wet your lips first, mother will boil water for you now." Wang Yurong said softly, and gave Wushuang a sip of water.

Because the water is really too cold, Wushuang dare not drink too much. With her current body, if the wind blows, she will get sick. What's more, she still drinks cold water when she is sick. "Shuang'er, you must hold on. Now, you are the spiritual pillar of your mother, so you must be safe." Wang Yurong stroked Wu Shuang's bruised and swollen face with one hand, and her heart ached to the point where it couldn't be worse. "Mother, don't worry, I won't die." After Wushuang drank the water, his throat felt much better and he could finally speak.

I'm sorry, mother, in fact, your daughter is already dead.

The one who is alive now is me, Nangong Wushuang, the number one female killer in the 21st century, Nangong Wushuang, so I will not die easily.

Mother, I, Nangong Wushuang, never owe anyone a favor. Today, I took your daughter's body. In order to repay the debt of this body, from today onwards, I, Nangong Wushuang, will be your daughter, and you will be mine. mother.

With me here, in the future, I will never let you suffer again.

In the past, you were the one who protected your daughter, but from now on, I am your daughter, and from now on, I will protect you. "Shuang'er, mother won't allow you to say that word. If you hold on for a while, we will definitely wait for your father to come back." Wang Yu looked nervous and stared at Wushuang.

(End of this chapter)

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