If the female partner fails to fall in love, the male partner must be responsible for her

Chapter 102 The pure-hearted Buddhist 5
[Wrong message, my God!
It was originally set up as a timer!

The VIP chapter cannot be deleted, and it must have a word count, so I attached it and wrote my essay.

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Please ignore this chapter, you will die! ! ! 】

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I suddenly became someone else's wife. When I was awake, I touched someone else's skin. When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of eyes in front of me.

I was about to burst, but he covered my mouth with his hand so I couldn't speak.

After some observation, I discovered that I was the mistress of this house.

There was a maid beside me. I thought she was a bit strange. Her eyes made me think she was not human.

Later I discovered that she was not a human being, they were not human beings, so am I a human being?

My husband is very nice to me, but he doesn't talk to me much. This house is very rich and has everything I need.

One day I took out something from my clothes, but my husband was so frightened that he dropped his hand and dropped it to the ground. In the blink of an eye, I moved to another place.

Thus I discovered a treasure house that belonged to me. I picked up the key. My name was written on the key, and my memory returned.

Later, because I was bored, I left the house. I don't know why the maid followed me even though I came out alone.

After leaving the gloomy house, everything outside became bright and open.

I smelled the refreshing grass and walked lightly. It was probably spring now. I looked up at the sky, but it was covered with clouds, as if something was about to happen.

This is the ability I gained from my memory. I can look at the sky and predict the good or bad ahead. The clouds are layered one on top and the other is very thick. It means that something bad is going to happen ahead.

I glanced at the quiet maid next to me. She lowered her head, and I couldn't tell what her expression was. I didn't care much about her, and I never had the habit of ordering maids around.

That day when I suddenly discovered that there was her beside me, I was also shocked, but it didn't show on my face.

I thought about it and asked the person who suddenly appeared next to me: "Why are you following me?"

My tone at that time was probably not very good.

She raised her head and glanced quickly, leaving only a pair of empty eyes: "Master ordered not to protect the wife."

Turns out her name is Mo, I just found out her name.

I moved my eyes away from the maid and looked ahead. There was a hazy smoke over there, and there was a vague pavilion standing in the middle.

I frowned, there was something wrong with that attic.

But I continued to move forward, and the people around me would follow without my instructions.

As we moved forward slowly, the attic seemed to be almost hidden, and white mist lingered around us, disappearing and appearing. We were like travelers who had gone astray, sinking deeper and deeper into the cave.

There was a vast expanse of white ahead, and I could no longer see the pavilion, but I felt in my heart that the distance was almost there.

Walking in the thick fog, a thick layer of moisture had condensed on my eyelashes. I stretched out my hand to wipe it away, and my eyes felt much better.

I don’t know since when I could hardly see anything in front of my eyes. Thinking of Mo, I reached out and moved to the side, and the wet clothes wrapped around my hard shoulders.

I took my hand back and wiped it clean, judging that Mo was still with me.

I stepped forward, and suddenly stepped on something hollow under my foot. I pulled my foot back and stepped out again. In this quiet place, a series of "clicking" sounds were made at an inappropriate time.For a moment, I felt like I was stepping on a bubble board.

I was in a trance when I suddenly heard Mo's voice, which had been silent for a long time: "Madam, the attic is here."

I don't know why it was due to the fog, but Mo's voice carried a little far, and it took me a moment to hear it.

But this person was right next to him, and Mo's voice might not have been so quiet before.

I suddenly understood something. Regardless of what was around me, my feet were very fast and I quickly moved towards the direction of Mo's voice.

I pretended not to hear the crackling sound under my feet.

Wait, I suddenly stopped. I don't seem to be a human being, and I don't have to be afraid of these weird things.

From the fact that I can survive without eating these days, I already know that I am definitely not a human being.

"Mo, where are you?" I stopped and looked much calmer.

There was a "click" sound, something cracked, and it sounded from my head.

"This demon-killing peach wood sword doesn't work on you. Are you a human?"

As the words fell and the fog faded, I looked at the young man in front of me who was wearing a tattered monk's robe. He had a frown on his fair face and held a half-cracked peach wood sword in front of me.

I smiled and raised my hand to hold the peach wood sword: "Do you think I look like a human being?"

Seeing that I touched the Taomu sword without any damage, the young Taoist priest put the Taomu sword back into his rag bag, and the guard on his face became less guarded: "Are you a nun who practices with hair?"

He looked at my outfit carefully. Because I didn't want to show off too much, I dressed plainly, but it was a mistake.

I smiled and said nothing, which seemed to him like acquiescence.

"I am Mozhu, a disciple of Maoshan. I have met this fellow Taoist."

After knowing that I was a human being, the little Taoist monk Mozhu restrained himself a lot and performed the same ceremony with me in a very upright manner.

"I'm…"

I met someone who exterminated demons, and after an adventure, our master and servant were actually framed.

After escaping the fire, we finally returned to the house.

However, at the last moment, my maid died because she stood in front of me.

I wanted to enter the house, but was stopped. My husband was clearly in front of me, but his eyes looked at me coldly.

I spoke.

"Mo, if you don't take good care of your wife, you will face the punishment yourself."

This is not my voice, it's obvious...

That maid, I thought of the mysterious smile of the maid standing in front of me before she died.

I wanted to explain, but my husband was clearly right in front of me, but I couldn't control myself.

after that……

(End of this chapter)