Boss, she was forced to be the wife

Chapter 1 Come to another world

The North City is bustling with people. Outside the Chu Ling Pavilion in the center, a group of people gathered around the door and pointed.

Most of the crowd were women, mostly wearing linen clothes, and the person in the middle who was pointing was an extremely ugly woman.

The woman was dragged out of the Chu Ling Hall by some thugs in the Chu Ling Hall, and those people were cursing and pushing the ugly woman out.

"Wan Mo Luo! You have seven husbands and why do you come to my place? And if you don't have money, don't come to me, Die Ling, a place of gentle and soft jade!"

The leader was a man in a floral-green dress, with thick white powder on his face and bright makeup, and an aura of prostitution. The big and thick female thugs surrounded her, and she looked very impressive.

And the ugly woman who was kicked out of the Chu Ling Pavilion was the Wan Mo Luo that Die Lang said.

But at this time, Wanmoluo just curled up into a ball with his head in his hands.

Mora felt as if a gun with a strong impact had been shot into his head, but it did not explode, but was brewing in his mind.

Such a painful feeling made Mo Luo hug his head tightly, and it took an unknown amount of time before he felt a slight relief.

As the splitting headache faded away, the noisy voices around him gradually entered Mo Luo's head.

Mara only felt as if she was surrounded by people pointing fingers, and many pairs of eyes were staring at her.

Since she was a child, she has had a particularly obvious feeling of malice towards humans, and now she feels countless malice.

As a killer, Mo Luo immediately felt the murderous aura closest to him.

It was from Die Niang's female thugs, she forced herself to open her eyes, and as expected, she saw one of the female thugs holding a wooden stick as thick as an arm and was about to turn towards her.

Mo Luo didn't have time to think about it, so he dodged and rolled, avoiding the attack of the female thug, and touched the melon-eating crowd watching the excitement behind him, and the crowd scattered around where Mo Luo rolled past.

With this roll, Mo Luo stood up. Although his head was still dizzy, it was much better than the headache just now and he couldn't stand up.

According to Mo Luo's experience, his head must have been attacked.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand and put it on the back of his head. Sure enough, he felt wet and it was blood.

The female thug didn't expect Wan Moluo to dodge, she was stunned for a moment, then became angry from embarrassment, and rushed towards Mo Luo with a loud roar.

Facing the sudden attack, Mo Luo dodged for a while, the female thug was not fast, and Mo Luo dodged it easily, then grabbed the wooden stick that was swinging towards him, and pulled the female thug by surprise. Fall forward.

Mo Luo was not polite and punched the man in the face. In an instant, the bridge of the man's nose collapsed, nosebleeds spurted out, and the man fell backwards.

The noisy crowd didn't seem to expect to see such a scene. The crowd suddenly became silent, and the surroundings became quiet, but countless pairs of eyes were staring at Mo Luo.

Different, surprised, vicious, disdainful, watching.
After Mo Luo knocked down the female thug, he was in the mood to pay attention to the movement around him, and when he glanced around, he couldn't help feeling more suspicious.

She is a female assassin who travels around the world and serves the assassin organization. Mo Luo remembered that her mission this time was to assassinate a prominent figure, but in the process of carrying out the mission, she found that her companion who acted with her had already surrendered to that person.

In turn, he gave himself a shot.
Thinking of her, Mo Luo, has been one of the best killers in the killer organization since he was a child. He has made countless contributions and is the person who best achieves KPIs in the organization.
But I don't want to capsize in the gutter and be beaten to death by my own people
So, isn't she dead?

Looking at the people around him who were out of tune with him, Mo Luo couldn't help wondering:
Why is she here now?

There seemed to be some memories in my mind that were about to gush out, and at this moment, a charming voice spoke:

"Yo, Wan Mo Luo, you can do it!"

Although the voice was charming, it was full of anger.

The person who spoke was the man Die Lang who had just thrown Mo Luo out of the Chu Ling Pavilion. At this time, he was looking at Mo Luo with disgust, and he flicked the blue handkerchief in his hand, stepped forward and said:

"Everyone come and judge me!"

The handkerchief in Die Lang's hand swung towards the melon-eating crowd, and tears filled his eyes when he said a word, as if he had all kinds of grievances that he couldn't express:

"This rascal comes to my Chu Ling Pavilion every now and then to have fun. Last time, after I was lucky enough to get away with my latest actor, he still comes here to eat overlord's meal!"

"Everyone comes to judge the slave family~"

Most of the crowd watching around were women, Mo Luo glanced around, most of these women were tall and slender, even wearing coarse linen clothes from ancient times, they could be seen to be slender.

It's just that his attitude towards her is not very friendly, and some of them have a bad temper and point at her without scruple.

And the man named Die Lang in front of him was dressed in brightly colored clothes, just like his name, he was like a butterfly, and he was telling about Mara's evil deeds in a full-bodied voice.

Although Mo Luo didn't know the current situation very well, he could guess that his current situation must have time-traveled.

Traveling through this incident happens occasionally in Mara's world. In the information collected by the killer organization, Mara met a person who she was ready to assassinate, and disappeared in Mara like that. in front of.

For those who time-travel, the Killer Organization will judge it as a force majeure factor, so Mo Luo's KPI was not affected at that time.

"I said you!!! Are you listening to me?!"

As soon as Mo Luo lost his mind, when he recovered, Die Lang's face with exquisite makeup was already close to her.

It's just that she has a strong fragrance that makes Mo Luo sick. Mo Luo frowned, and pushed Die Lang's not-so-delicate face away.

Perhaps because he had gained some strength, Die Lang staggered a few steps back and looked at Mo Luo in disbelief.

"Wan Moluo! How dare you hit me!!!"

Die Lang was so angry that she stomped his feet, turned around and said to the thugs:

"Are you all dead?! Didn't you see that I was bullied?! Hurry up and fuck me!!!"

The female thugs hesitated for a moment, looked at the thug whose nose was broken unconsciously, and finally rushed forward with sticks in hand.

In their eyes, Wan Mo Luo is an out-and-out idiot.

He often haunts the Chu Ling Pavilion, but rarely pays money. Last month, he won the latest actress recruited by the old bust by winning a lottery.

Ugly, and occasionally foolish and foolish as if suffering from hysteria, and occasionally irritable and irritable, he is simply an out-and-out crazy fool with no combat effectiveness.

But she didn't know what kind of good fortune she had, and she married seven husbands intermittently.

It is precisely because of this that everyone is even more dissatisfied with Wan Moluo, not so much dissatisfaction, but more envy
In Pingshui Town, which is short of supplies, it is lucky to be able to marry a husband. Except for the first husband, the rest of Wan Mo Luo are almost all robbing women and men from good families. The people on the board are very angry.

Those thugs formed a siege in the blink of an eye, and they were bound to overthrow Wan Moluo.

In the past, although Wan Mo Luo was stupid, he was very powerful. Because Wan Mo Luo often had prostitutes for nothing, they had already thought of countermeasures, and they tried every time.

It's just that the Wanmoluo at this time is no longer the Wanmoluo in the past, and the core in this not-so-good body has already been changed.

Mo Luo nimbly dodged the overwhelming attacks of several people, and abducted a thug's stick. A few sticks went down and hit them precisely on the waist and eyes, and several people couldn't stand up in an instant.

This is the skill that Mo Luo has been trained in the Killer Organization, to deal with the enemies in front of him as quickly as possible.

Facing these junior novices, Mo Luo didn't care, he just ducked in front of Die Lang.

Dielang did not expect that Wanmoluo, who had always been foolish and foolish, would be so flexible at this time. His usually chaotic eyes were looking at Dielang coldly.

"What are you going to do?"

Mo Luo touched the back of his head and stretched out the blood in his palm in front of Die Lang.

This was indeed beaten by Die Lang's thugs, his eyes flickered, but his mouth refused to relax:
"That's because you don't pay."

Facing Mo Luo, who was treating him coldly at this moment, his aura sank.

"stop!"

Just when the two were in a stalemate, a clear voice came from the Chu Ling Pavilion.

With the sound of this sound, the Chu Ling Pavilion, which had a half-closed door, opened, and the actors and guests who were hiding behind the door to watch the excitement made way.

The man who walked out of the door was wearing a light pink gauze dress. His palm-sized face was filled with innocence and purity, and his hair was pulled up into a bun casually.

He walked gracefully in front of Mo Luo, bit his lower lip and looked at Mo Luo with a gloomy expression and said:

"Myriad Lords"

Mara looked at this man's posture and posture, felt the faint fragrance coming from the shop, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
　This is my first time trying this kind of subject matter. I don’t know how well I can write it, and I don’t know how long I can persist. I hope I can write well.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)