I Picked Up An Ancient Transmigration Killer To Be A Wife

"Anonymous, can this experience be rewarding?" A thin, white-bearded old man dressed in a gray-blue linen gown, sitting in front of the bamboo house, his complexion was dull, but his eyes were piercing and bright.

"Master?" Guo Ming was shocked, he turned out to be the master!

"If you go back to the master, Wuming has experienced this time and encountered a fantasy world. The place is very different from my Tianrong Country. Life is convenient and the people live in peace. Wuming also feels that it is very livable."

"Nan Ke Yimeng will eventually disappear. If you don't, then come back." The old man with white beard said, got up and turned to the house.

Guo Ming also got up to follow, but nowhere could he still see the figure of the master, only the bamboo house, which was already covered with dust.

Guo Ming looked at the familiar house, but he felt like a world away. She turned out the door and took the rag in the wood shed, and found that after a long period of time, the rag could not hold down and drop the debris in her hand. I had to throw it away, went back to my room, opened the suitcase, took out an old shirt, tore it into rags in twos, and then wiped the house with a duster.

After everything was cleaned inside and out, Guo Ming sat on the bench, but felt that there was something important that he couldn't remember.

"What is it?" Guo Ming thought to himself, but it was like a cloud of fog stuck in his heart. He couldn't remember it, but he felt a little pain.

That's it, don't force it anymore if you can't remember it.

Seeing that the sky was almost the same, Guo Ming went to the house to collect firewood and fire, preparing to burn something to eat. Somehow, just want to eat pancakes. So I made the noodles by myself, but the noodles in the noodle jar were not bad. Although the color was a little dull, they were still edible.

Guo Ming made the noodles, rolled the dough into round cakes, brushed the pan with oil, and put the cakes in, but always felt that something was wrong.

"Should I put something on the cake?" Guo Ming thought to himself, and was amused by his own thoughts. What kind of food is that? It's really interesting.

After eating the pancakes with the well water, Guo Ming still felt vaguely disturbed, as if there was something she had been worried about. But when I think about it, I just can't think of it.

"What are you thinking about?" Guo Ming was still thinking about it. At this moment, a voice came from outside the house.

When Guo Ming went out of the house, he was actually the poisonous "living widow" in Nandi! I saw her wearing a red dress, her **** half exposed, and six golden hairpins stuck in a cloud high above her temple. Guo Ming, the golden hairpin, knew that all the poisoned people would die if they touched a little bit.

However, didn't the living widow obviously die by her own needle? Guo Ming was surprised secretly, but he heard the woman in the red dress sneer sharply: "The genius doctor is nameless, but do you think I'm dead?"

"I'm dead, and I want to take you with me!" After that, the woman in red, holding two golden hairpins in her hand, stabs Guo Ming!

Guo Ming's golden needles flew out from his fingers, a total of twelve, and flew towards the "living widow" door, throat, and under the navel, just as the living widow twisted her body into a strange look, avoided one by one, and then continued grinning. Stabbed the golden hairpin to Guo Ming.

She saw her flying with both hands quickly, so fast that there seemed to be a circle of shadows around her, and one of her hands would be seen as many pairs, like a thousand-handed Buddha in the temple.

She is faster, Guo Ming is faster. As the other twelve golden needles flew out, a piece of white mist also dispersed. Seeing this, the living widow hurriedly turned around to hide, but unfortunately it was too late. Eleven of the twelve golden needles had been inserted into her body, and the white mist was also scattered around her.

After the white mist dissipated, the living widow was bleeding, but she still looked at Guo Ming with a pale face. Seeing Guo Ming walking by, she suddenly grasped her hand tightly and shouted: "Guo Ming, Guo Ming, Guo Ming~~~" And that face has changed!

"Yuanyuan!" Guo Ming was shocked, hugged the man in his arms, and kept yelling: "Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan! You hold on, Yuanyuan!"

Opening her eyes again, she saw herself lying on the hospital bed. Wu Yuanyuan was holding her hand with tears on her face, but said with a smile: "Guo Ming, you are awake! You scared me to death!"

The author has something to say:

so sad. . . Once again, the application for a contract failed. . .

sad. . . .

Disappointed. . . .