"The wife?"

Mo Luo fell down with a bang, catching Qiao Runzhi and others by surprise. They watched Wan Mo Luo's hill-like figure fall to the ground. For a moment, no one dared to help him.

Dan'er was the closest, glanced at Mo Luo who was unconscious on the ground, then looked at everyone, and finally fixed his eyes on Qiao Runzhi.

"Brother Runzhi...his wife owns her..."

Qiao Runzhi reacted and took the lead to walk to Wan Mo Luo's side, stretched out two fingers to explore Wan Mo Luo's breath.

"Don't look at it. He's probably dead. Get her killed as soon as possible!"

Wei Xicai said nonchalantly, wishing he could bury Wan Mo Luo in the soil right now, set up a monument, and then engrave it - the tomb of Wan Mo Luo, the invincible idiot bastard in the universe.

Qiao Runzhi glanced at Wei Xicai disapprovingly. In Wan Moluo's family, Qiao Runzhi was actually the most respected person.

Most of the men were rescued by Qiao Runzhi, who took great care of him. Even if Wan Moluo had a bad temper, it was Qiao Runzhi who took the initiative to shoulder most of the storm.

In the eyes of everyone, Qiao Runzhi can be said to be a big brother and a patriarch.

Qiao Runzhi checked Wan Mo Luo's breath and found that he was still breathing, and then stretched out his hand to help Wan Mo Luo up.

As soon as I reached my hand to the back of my head, I felt something wet and hot. When I picked it up, I found that my hand was covered in blood!

"This..."

Dan'er, who was closest, was also startled. Qiao Runzhi frowned slightly. He had been married to Wan Mo Luo for three years, so he naturally knew Wan Mo Luo's urine properties.

Either he went to a gambling house and lost a bet, or he went to the Chu Ling Pavilion and was kicked out. In short, he received a severe beating.

"Jiliang, Dan'er, please help me help the wife into the house first."

Ji Liang glanced at Wanmoluo and was extremely reluctant to get up, but since it was Qiao Runzhi who spoke, he would still give Qiao Runzhi face even if he was unwilling.

So the three men spent a lot of effort and tremblingly moved Wanmoluo, who was completely unconscious, to the room on the right.

Wanmoluo's house is indeed very simple. There is a kitchen and dining table right after entering the door. On the left is the husband's shop, and on the right is Wanmoluo's own room.

Eight people live under a small roof, with no clothes on their bodies, no food to eat, and no sleep at all.

With great effort, Kira threw one of Mo Luo's thick thighs on the bed in disgust. He sat on the edge of the bed and took a few deep breaths. He pouted and tilted his head and looked at Qiao Runzhi who was cleaning Wan Mo Luo's wounds:

"Brother Runzhi, just leave her alone!"

Ji Liang also had a very bad impression of Wanmoluo. In the two years since he fled, even though he had a shelter from the wind and rain, Wanmoluo never treated him and Jichen as the same person.

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Being beaten or scolded, taken advantage of, and humiliated at will, Ji Liang had long had enough of this kind of life where pigs and dogs were inferior to dogs. He would rather be a refugee and die on the way to escape.

When Kira's home was not flooded, even though Ku Han did some small business, he and Ji Chen went to school.

Jichen lost his father and mother when he was young, and lived in Kira's house all year round. Although the two were cousins, they were better than real brothers. If it hadn't been for the destruction of the family caused by the flood, Kira would have taken Jichen to take the exam for men in Kyoto.

Went to college.

How can I stay here and live a miserable life!

Qiao Runzhi knew that Ji Liang was worried, so he didn't stop his movements, as if he was used to Ji Liang's words:

"Jiliang, go and get me a basin of water."

"Alas!"

Kira waved his sleeves angrily. He was quite a scholar. Even though he was down and out, he still stubbornly wore gray-white wide sleeves. Maybe this would make him remember to work hard in this quagmire situation.

Seeing Ji Liang's back angrily leaving, Qiao Runzhi also sighed.

He didn't know that Wan Mo Luo was unreliable, but for some reason, there was always a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Qiao Runzhi always thought that one day Wan Mo Luo would become different.

He closed his eyes and recalled their first encounter:

The little Wanmoluo defeated a group of children who bullied him. It was the first time that he traveled far away with his parents, and he was bullied in an unfamiliar place.

She just appeared like that, then swept all the bad kids away with all her might, pulled him up, dusted him off, smiled and told him not to be afraid.

She also told him: You are so good-looking!

Just this amazing moment in his childhood and a few nice words supported Qiao Runzhi to reach his current situation.

Is it really worth it for those who have abandoned their relatives and left their homes to live such a hard life?

Qiao Runzhi felt bitter in her heart. Memories and reality intertwined in her mind repeatedly. Her heart was sour and she sobbed a little. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were full of sadness, and a crystal-clear teardrop slipped from her eyes.

It dripped across his thin and handsome face and onto the mattress, fainting and blurring bit by bit until it disappeared.

——

When Mara regained consciousness, he only felt that he was in a void, and his eyes were foggy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Sister Momo...."

"Sister Momo! Come and see!"

This sound was so familiar that it reached Mara's ears one after another from far to near.

A ray of white light flew towards Mo Luo quickly, and before Mo Luo could block it with his hand, the white light engulfed Mo Luo.

When Mara felt accustomed to it and opened his eyes again, he saw that he was sitting on the sofa in the villa.

"Sister Momo, what are you doing?"

A clear and delicate little girl's voice reached Mara's ears.

Mo Luo felt as if there was a flash of thunder in his mind. He turned around suddenly, and sure enough, there was a doll-like little girl wearing a pink dress and long dark brown hair sitting next to him.

The little girl seemed to be frightened by Mo Luo. She looked at Mo Luo with some worry and stretched out her little white lotus-like hand to touch Mo Luo's forehead.

Feeling the warmth of his little hands, Mo Luo seemed to come back to his senses, looked at the little girl uncertainly, and called out a name:

"Duoduo...."

Hearing Mara calling her, Duoduo grinned, her two shallow dimples were very beautiful.

"Sister Momo, don't be distracted. I and I recently read a new novel. It's super touching..."

Mo Luo swallowed and saw the little girl in front of him named Duo Duo, whom Mo Luo met when he was performing an assassination mission.

That was a drug lord in Southeast Asia. Moro received the task from the killer organization to assassinate him perfectly.

The drug lord was cautious and ruthless, and a difficult person to deal with, so the organization thought of letting a killer sneak into his home as an undercover agent to find the right opportunity to assassinate him.

And Duoduo is the drug lord's youngest and most beloved daughter.

After Moro took over this task, under the arrangement of the organization, he quickly entered the drug lord's home under the name of the tutor - Romomo.

Moro didn't know what method the organization used to forge her identity information, nor did she know who wanted to assassinate the drug lord.

What the organization needs is just emotionless killing machines, and Mora is the killing machine cultivated by the organization.

The first person she had the deepest contact with here was the drug lord's young daughter Duoduo.

She is innocent and innocent. The drug lord is doing the most despicable business, but he raises his daughter like a little angel.

Duoduo's favorite thing is to hold her sister Momo and talk non-stop.

From the decoration at home, to the maids and housekeepers around me, to the novels and anime I read.

She seems to be like a little trumpet, always full of joy and stories.

She is completely different from Mo Luo. Once Mo Luo looked at the ten-year-old Duo Duo, what he thought in his heart was——

When I was ten years old, I followed the killer organization to the tropical rainforest to survive. I ate raw meat and sewage every day, slept in trees, and flowed in rivers.

People are indeed different...

It's just that this kind of thought only occasionally arises in the illusion of peace when Mora has been free for a long time. She is still the killer who kills without blinking an eye, and she will not forget her mission and mission.
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So that on a dull day, after Moluo successfully killed the drug lord, he walked into Duoduo's room calmly, told her a bedtime story, and left silently.

Mara did not pay attention to what happened after that.

It was Mora's fate to choose to become the organization's killing machine, and as she grew older, she discovered that it was her own choice.

Even though he could leave the organization at some cost, Moro still stubbornly chose to stay.

She is paranoid and does not know how to adapt. Even if she has learned the best disguise, if she is allowed to live in disguise for the rest of her life...

She doesn't want to.

Mara knows that what he looks like now is his true self.

"Sister Momo!!!!"

Mara raised her head blankly, and for some reason she fell into memories unconsciously. She was not a sentimental person, but at this moment, memories flashed through her mind like a revolving door.

It wasn't until a sullen child's voice sounded that Moluo was brought back to reality.

"Why are you distracted again!!! I'm going to be angry!!!"

Looking at Duoduo standing in front of him with her hands on her hips like a little pufferfish, Moro pulled the corner of her clothes and motioned her to sit down.
To be continued...