In fact, Jichen had already thought of a countermeasure when he just escaped, which was to run towards his wife's house.
Others have always avoided Mara's house. Although Jichen also knew from his brother's countless teachings that they did not like his wife, he always felt that his wife was not who they said. After closing the door, the world was indeed much quieter. At this time, Mara was already lying on the bed without lighting the lamp.
Of course, in the dark night, Mo Luo heard someone break in, but with his careless appearance, he knew it was Ji Chen without having to guess.
Mara didn't speak, didn't get up, or even change her breathing pattern. She was in a bad mood now and didn't want to react to anything outside.
When Jichen came to Mo Luo's room, he thought he had disguised himself well and was not discovered by anyone, including Mo Luo who was still sleeping. He tiptoed into the room and sat down in front of the table.
First, I poured some tea out of the teapot and drank it to feel relieved. Then I sat on the stool and listened to the noise outside. I felt relieved when I felt that it was quiet outside.
Then he looked around blankly, and after thinking for a while, he quietly approached the bed.
After adapting to the darkness, Jichen looked at the outline of Mara lying on the bed. Although he couldn't see his wife's face clearly now, he could imagine her appearance.
"My wife, are you asleep?"
Jichen called softly.
Mo Luo twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, and he was the only one who could ask such a retarded question.
After making so much noise in the house, he still walked to his bed cautiously and asked himself if he had slept?
Only Ji Chen can sleep like a little pig, so he can't be shaken.
Just when Jichen waited for a long time without hearing a response from the person on the bed, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he only heard a cold word:
"What do you think?"
"Wife, wife, wife... Wife, you're not sleeping!"
Mo Luo sat up helplessly, looking at Jichen who was like a frightened little rabbit, Mo Luo continued:
"The noise you make in the house is like thunder. Do you think I can sleep?"
When Jichen heard this, he curled his lips in frustration. Remembering that the other party couldn't see his expression in the dark, he even gave up on himself and said:
"I was chased and beaten by Brother Xicai when I spoke for my wife. I came in to take shelter."
Mara heard the disappointment in Jichen's words and knew that he was wronged for speaking for himself, so he tilted his head and took out a piece of candy wrapped in oil paper from under the pillow.
"For you"
Seeing Mo Luo's outstretched hand, Ji Chen stretched out his hand to fumble with some doubts. When he touched the candy in Mo Luo's warm palm, Ji Chen didn't know what it was.
"Sweet"
Mara pushed Jichen's hand and put it to his mouth. Jichen tentatively stuck out his tongue and tasted the candy. It was indeed sweet.
"It's really candy. Wife, you actually have candy! In bed!"
Jichen put the piece of candy in his mouth and curiously began to fumble around on Mara's bed.
Mo Luo really wanted to grab Jichen and throw him to the ground. You kid obviously wanted to spend the night in my bed, but you found such a poor reason.
But Moluo was still a step too late. At this time, Jichen had quickly climbed into bed, covered himself in the quilt in the name of looking for sweets, and got ready to sleep.
"Jichen, are you counting loaches?"
Jichen pretended not to hear Mara's words and remained motionless, pretending to be asleep.
Mara sighed, got out of bed, put on shoes and clothes.
"Why don't you want to sleep with me?"
Jichen, who was behind him, heard Mo Luo's movements and turned around, grabbing the corner of Mo Luo's clothes, and asked sadly.
Mo Luo hesitated for a moment and said seriously:
"Jichen, you and I are not the same kind of people."
"What?"
Jichen didn't quite understand what Mara meant, but he couldn't ask specifically what he wanted to ask, so he had to say two words in general.
"The intersection with you is just a short-term mistake. I am different from you. We are different in all aspects. We are destined to have no results with anyone."
After saying that, Mo Luo took back the corner of Jichen's clothes, turned around and said to Jichen:
"Whatever they want, since you don't want to go back, then just sleep here tonight."
"What about you?!"
Jichen asked quickly, while Mara was already fully dressed and stood up to set off:
"The Zhou family army has a night guard, I'll go and cover it."
As the footsteps of Mo Luo got farther and farther, Jichen finally retracted his stretched body back into the bed, smelling the scent of Mo Luo inside the bed.
The previous wife always smelled so bad that people didn't want to get close to her, but since the wife changed, she always smelled like a clean soapberry.
Jichen thought about all kinds of things about Mara and fell asleep unconsciously.
Ever since the quarrel between Mo Luo and Wei Xicai, Mo Luo rarely went home, and even when he came back occasionally, it was only in the dead of night.
When I go out early and come back late, it’s like I’ve never had this person in my home.
Qiao Runzhi didn't know where Mo Luo would live outside, so he asked Nangong Tou and Wang Yi to inquire, but they only got the answer that Wan Mo Luo was on patrol in the house.
Qiao Runzhi also had no chance to explain to Mo Luo what happened that day, which made him very distressed.
And he found that his family was gradually divided into two factions, one led by himself, Jichen and Dan'er sincerely wanted to be good to Mo Luo.
Also, headed by Nangong Tou, Wang Yi and Wei Xicai, they want to leave this family as soon as possible.
Only Kira was left. His younger brother had a good impression of Wan Mo Luo, but he had no good impression of Wan Mo Luo.
However, as a younger brother, Ji Liang does not want to abandon his younger brother and directly join the camp that opposes him, and he is even more unwilling to drag Jichen over.
I was wavering for a moment and felt like my head was getting big.
After Mara left home, his worries became much less obvious. Although escaping was shameful, it was useful. He didn't have to see husbands with different thoughts every day. Mara focused on his career and felt that he had another life.
A lot of progress.
The weapon that Hua Sanniang asked them to choose before has already been chosen. She chose two weapons, both of which are long swords, which are convenient for fighting hand-to-hand in the crowd. No matter it is one-on-one or one-on-one, they will not suffer any loss.<
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The other is an iron fan, which is actually more like a dart, more suitable for long-distance combat, and has the highest difficulty level among all weapons.
Although this iron fan is not big, it is about the same size as an ordinary fan. It can be used to block swords and arrows when retreating, and it can be used as a dart when moving forward.
Moro has liked to study this kind of novel gadgets since he was in the killer organization, and here is no exception, but it just takes more time to learn.
Even when she decided to choose this weapon, Hua Sanniang on the side had to say:
"You kid, the weapon you chose is not a serious weapon. This is something from the world."
Mo Luo didn't know what the relationship between the Jianghu mentioned by Hua Sanniang and the current court was. She weighed the iron fan and found that the iron fan was very heavy. The really sharp part after opening the fan was the fan.
The sharp part, but the fan bone is very strong.
Mara tried opening and closing it a few times, then stood far away and threw the open fan towards the target.
She was used to making water while urinating since she was a child, and she knew how to use her wrist strength. She saw the fan being thrown out by the demon, flying and circling before landing steadily under the target, and the wooden fan was
The target split.
Mara only felt that she fell in love with this thing when she saw it. Although it was dug out from the back of the knife and gun library, it was still more interesting than those things that looked common but were actually nothing new.
After knowing that Mo Luo firmly chose this, Hua Sanniang sighed helplessly, gave a token carved from wood to Mo Luo and said:
"From three days later, you will leave the city at midnight every day and go to the mountain cabin on the east side of the city. Someone will teach you."
Mo Luo thanked Hua Sanniang, changed all his rotations to night shifts, and then made some preparations to go to the grove on the east side of the city in three days to find someone who could teach him his skills.
And Mo Luo, who had not returned home on time for a long time, also went back on the last day. When he saw Mo Luo, whom he had not seen for a long time, Qiao Runzhi was the first to come over.
"My wife hasn't come back at this time for a long time. Have you eaten yet?"
"You've eaten, there's no need to leave it for me."
Mo Luo responded calmly, Mo Luo actually didn't mind what happened that day.
Although he and Nangong Tou agreed on a time limit, Mo Luo also knew that if he wanted to live a good life, he could not place all his hopes on others. Instead, he was just eating and waiting to die.
Now she has found a path that she can choose, and she is gradually gaining confidence in freedom.
Seeing that Mo Luo seemed to be in a good mood today, Qiao Runzhi said without missing a moment:
"My wife, I'm really sorry for what happened that day. It was my fault. I will never mention the matter of sleeping with you in the future."
Mo Luo nodded and did not reject Qiao Runzhi's words, just because it was indeed Qiao Runzhi who caused it, although even without him a confrontation could not be avoided.
"No problem, everything will continue as usual from now on. When Nangong Tou regains power, you will all be free."
Qiao Runzhi looked at Wanmo Luo Gujing Wubo in front of him and said this sentence, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart. Thinking of all the events in recent days, Qiao Runzhi mustered up the courage to say:
"Master Wife, what if I just want to stay with you?"
Mo Luo looked at Qiao Runzhi with some doubts, as if he did not expect him to say such a thing, then he thought for a moment and said:
"No, because I want to be free."
Qiao Runzhi took two steps back in embarrassment and asked in disbelief:
"So my wife...you always feel that we have restricted your freedom?"