When he woke up, Ziran only felt a splitting headache and a sore body. This feeling was all too familiar to her when she was a child, but at this time, it was very wrong. But she wondered in her heart, with her own methods, she was so unlucky to come back from the ghost gate?

"Ranran, you're awake, open your eyes and look at your mother!" Mother? Who's that? Also, after living for more than 20 years, no one has ever called his name so affectionately.

didn't have time to react, but he was still full of reports. Ziran frowned, but she couldn't break free.

She had always warned herself to keep her distance from anyone, so the inexplicable enthusiasm of this person at the moment made her disgusted.

opened his eyes in pain, but Ziran was stunned by the beauty in ancient costume in front of him. Barely looking around, it is obviously not what a modern home looks like.

Is it worn? When he realized this, Ziran didn't panic much. One is that she was originally indifferent, and few things can stir up ripples in her heart. Moreover, Ziran didn't want to face anyone and anything in the previous life, so he chose to leave so decisively.

But for life, when she woke up again, she suddenly found that she was still somewhat nostalgic.

Ziran didn't expect God to give her another life, but she didn't know whether to treat her well, or let her suffer another life? Ziran couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Looking at Ziran and smiling, the costume beauty was obviously very excited. "Yet, are you feeling better? You don't know, you've been asleep for two days, and your mother is worried about death. As she spoke, without waiting for Ziran to answer, she immediately stood up in a hurry, turned to the door, and walked, "Ran Ran must be hungry, my mother will give you a hot bowl of porridge." ”

Ziran had the opportunity to take a look at his "new home" by himself. Looking at the furnishings in the house, there are only a few simple pieces of furniture, and the style is very ordinary, which is very different from the carved red lacquer old furniture she has seen in the museum.

This should be a poor family, but the house is quite neatly clean, which makes people feel very refreshing, and this "mother" should be a very diligent person.

For wearing it in such a poor family, Ziran was a little relieved. After all, large families have many rules, and there are many rights and wrongs. And what Ziran wants to stay away from now is nothing more than right and wrong.

Just thinking about it, the "mother" had already come in with porridge.

"Ranran, can my mother help you sit up?" Ziran only then remembered, just looking at the surrounding environment, and didn't think about what this "itself" looked like now. After being helped to sit up, Ziran had already seen his own small hands and feet, and estimated that he might be seven or eight years old now. Ziran sighed in her heart, it's okay, everything starts from scratch!

In the previous life, she was a killer, and she was a top-level killer.

She never used a gun, only a dagger.

For a killer of her level, a dagger is far more lethal than a gun, and it is much more low-key, and it can easily be hidden in the city.

For as long as she can remember, she's been put on the identity of a killer, and she's been beaten to the point of toughness since she was a child.

A killer like her is not easy to take over.

However, the target of her final assassination was none other than herself.

She had used the highest level of killing techniques against herself, so it was inevitable that she would be surprised when she found out that she would wake up.

Now, when he travels to a destitute family, Ziran doesn't care. None of this was much pain for her. On the contrary, it was the warmth of the so-called "mother's mother" that made her extremely uncomfortable.

After more than 20 years of beating in the previous life, she has long been accustomed to her heart being like ice. The only emotion made her feel that love was the most hypocritical, far less real than the knife in her hand.

"Mother" carefully brought the white porridge to Ziran's mouth spoonful by spoonful.

The porridge is just ordinary white porridge, and it is still very thin, but when you eat it, it is also sweet. In order to avoid making mistakes in rushing to speak, Ziran woke up and didn't speak. But looking at this busy "mother", I didn't seem to feel much surprised, thinking that this Xiao Ran didn't like to talk in the first place. This is very much in line with Ziran's intentions.

"Well, would it be good to sleep again when you're full? Aunt Wang said, "You have to take care of this injury for a few days." The most important thing is to rest. Ziran nodded blankly, her head was indeed still hurting, thinking that her body was very delicate now, if it was in the previous life, it was this pain, and she didn't know how many times she would be beaten. But now, she really wanted to sleep again.

I didn't sleep well this night, and I vaguely felt that the memories of the previous life and this life were overwhelmingly shuttling in my mind, and I was so tired that I felt a little out of breath. When he was about to scream desperately, begging someone to wake him up, Ziran was really woken up by a rumbling sound.

"Mrs. Xue, open the door quickly. It's a good thing to spoil Mrs. Wang, do you think it's okay to be a turtle with a shrunken head? What woke up Ziran was a sound of slamming the door, listening to the posture of this sound, it was a bad person outside.

Ziran frowned unconsciously, this kind of eight women should be taught a good lesson, and she will know to keep her mouth shut obediently. It's just that now she can't do anything.

The "mother" beside her was a little flustered, she reluctantly put down the things she was sewing and mending, and seemed to stabilize her mind. In a blink of an eye, I saw that Ziran had woken up and was looking at herself, but she pretended to smile calmly, "Ranran, you are asleep, you have a mother, don't be afraid!" She stroked the messy hair on Ziran's forehead, then opened the door and went out.

Ziran looked at the tired look between the eyebrows of the "mother", and it seemed that she hadn't slept all night. Look at the work she just put in her hand, it was an embroidered handkerchief. Ziran didn't know much about embroidery, but he had some foundation in painting in his previous life. Looking at the cute appearance of a pair of dolls on the embroidered handkerchief, vivid, it is estimated that the embroidery of this "mother" should be good.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise several times louder outside the house, thinking that it was the "mother" who opened the door of her house. From this point of view, Ziran estimated that there should at least be a yard outside the house where he was lying.

Ziran is used to finding out the situation as soon as possible, and she doesn't like to wait for it so inexplicably. So she endured the pain all over her, groped her way out of bed, and rubbed against the small window.

I saw a fat woman with a few men who looked like long-term workers, and poured into the small courtyard of this house.

"Mrs. Wang originally lifted you, and seeing that your hands and feet were quite neat, she handed over the little master's 100-day embroidery work to you. I didn't expect to avoid the bad luck of your orphan and widow. On a good day, you haven't sent the embroidery work, and you haven't even come to the door to say a word, aren't you trying to block your wife? The fat woman crossed her waist, and she was shaking an embroidered handkerchief in her hand, looking domineering.

Ziran looked at it and not only pouted.

"I also asked Mama Li to say a few kind words in front of my wife, it is not a good thing for my mother and daughter to become a bad lady. I had done the embroidery a few days earlier. It's just that I didn't expect an accident on the way to send it, and my family was seriously injured because of it, and the neighbors all knew about it. "Mother" carefully accompanied her in front of the fat woman, but Ziran was a little surprised when she saw that she didn't have much of a submissive appearance.

Thinking about ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, these small people in the market have seen high-ranking officials and nobles, and even the lackeys under those nobles, and a few of them are not submissive, and even frightened. Look at this "mother" Although she is just a weak woman, she is still a little arrogant, which is very in line with Ziran's spleen and stomach.

"I really unintentionally bumped into the little master. No, these days, I've been embroidering a 'Hundred Sons and Longevity' brocade day and night, just to pray for Mrs. and the little master. The tone of the "mother" was as sincere as possible, begging for the so-called "Li Ma".

"Hmph, you think embroidering a broken brocade will do the trick. offending the little young master is equivalent to inserting a knife in the heart of the lady. The fat woman didn't buy the account of the "mother", but her arrogance became higher and higher, "It's so cheap, and no one dares to ride on the lady's neck." ”

As she spoke, the fat woman's eyes glanced through the window into the room.

Zi Ran instinctively raised her hairs, this was her instinctive reaction when she encountered danger in her previous life, but she didn't know why she was just an ordinary fat woman who glanced at her, and she actually felt a little cold.

"Behind the window is your uncompetitive girl, right?" The fat woman pointed to the place where Ziran was lying on her stomach again, "Madame is merciful, not only will she not punish you, but she will also help you train this girl." When this girl recovers from her injuries, she will be sent to the house as soon as possible. The fat woman didn't wait for the "mother" to answer, only shook the embroidered handkerchief, and then turned around and walked out, "Don't delay the days without knowing how to lift, Madame is merciful, we can't let her be bullied by anyone." If there is any more moth, don't blame the old lady for being unkind. ”

A group of people went out of the courtyard viciously, and the "mother" was stunned in the courtyard for a while, and Ziran saw that she closed the door weakly, wiped the corners of her eyes with her cuffs, and then turned around and walked towards the house.

From the words of the fat woman, Ziran had already heard the evil intentions.

She clenched her fists and snorted coldly in her heart. She Ziran is not something that anyone can bully.

It's just that she forgot that her thin body now is not the body she had been trained for a long time in her previous life. What does she do to defend against the injustices of this world?

"Mother" felt that Ziran was still young, and she didn't understand the meaning of the fat woman, so she didn't explain too much to Ziran. just gently carried her back to the bed from the window, and carefully helped her tuck the corners of the quilt.

"Ran Ran is good, lie down well, and the injury can heal quickly." After that, the "mother" sighed softly, and picked up the embroidered handkerchief in her hand. But Ziran looked at her expression, obviously a little worried.