I Picked Up An Ancient Transmigration Killer To Be A Wife

ion to say that they were beautiful.
The hands themselves were long and slender.
The fingers were slender and well maintained.
They were also white and soft, almost the same standard as the hand models on TV.

    By the time Guo Ming and Pang Deyou reached home, it was almost two o’clock in the night.
She used the key Wu Yuanyuan had given to her to open the door.
As the door opened, she saw Wu Yuanyuan asleep on the sofa under a blanket.
Hearing the sound of the door, She opened her eyes slightly, and said in a tired and happy voice: “You are home.
That’s great.”

    Guo Ming’s heart skipped a beat suddenly.
The girl on the sofa was squinting her eyes into a beautiful narrow crescent shape.
Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders.
Wearing a blue T-shirt and shorts with the “robot cat” printed on it.
She was trying to raise her face, clearly not fully awake yet, and tried to smile at her.
Guo Ming blushed suddenly.

    She said, You are home.
That’s great.

    Guo Ming drove her to the master bedroom, where Zhang Qiang had been asleep long ago, but fortunately, her sleeping manner was okay, and most of the bed was left for Wu Yuanyuan.
Back in the guest room and sitting on the window sill, Guo Ming suddenly remembered something.
In the twenty-six years that she has lived, no one has said ever to her, come home.

    The master hardly talked to herself.  She remembered when she was young, her routine was to take medicinal baths, practicing martial arts, learning medicine, and making medicine.
Then she tried them on herself, and then healed the wounds in the medicinal baths and tried again.
Maybe it’s because she lives in the mountains all this while, that she doesn’t know what kind of life the children in the real world were like.
Guo Ming has never felt happy or hard in her life.
The only thing she knew was to keep learning and learn how to survive.
So that when she gets older, she can receive a mission to kill or save people according to the master’s requirements.
During this process, she learned about the existence of the human world, and realized that life was not just about pharmacy practice.
Within a few years, the master died of old age.
She continued to live by herself.
There were people who came with pots of gold or silver to ask for help.
Whether she would do it or not depends on her mood.
That’s why there is a saying that “the nameless magical doctor, life and death depends on the heart”.

    But in fact, Guo Ming was not a recalcitrant person.
She was not what people called “living widow” in the South, someone who laughs and loves with you during this moment, and takes your life the next moment.

    She continued to sit on the windowsill and remembered Wu Yuanyuan’s appearance when she entered the house.
It gave Guo Ming a joy she had never felt before.
She stood up, smiled to herself and went to bed.