Heretic Doctor Zihou

The boundless pain struck, Zihou cursed in his heart. Did she still not die after such a violent explosion? Otherwise, why can she still feel such severe pain?

By the way, where's Mo Jun? She is not dead, does it mean that Jun Mo is still alive?

Thinking of Mo Jun, Zihou suddenly felt tight. As the only person in the world who dared to hand over her back, the feelings between her and Mo Jun cannot be summed up in a few words and simple words.

Growing up together, receiving training together, escaping from the organization and wandering around the world together, practicing medicine and saving people together, assassinating and assassinating together, etc. The feelings between them became more and more indestructible as time passed!

If Mo Jun is gone, what is the point of her being alone?

However, before Zihou had time to think too much, many memories that did not belong to her flooded into her mind in an instant...

Boundless Continent, Western Chu Kingdom, General Mansion, Grandpa, Parents, Brother, Prime Minister Mansion, Imperial Palace, Respect Martial Arts, Seven Princes...

The endless memory movies usually flash in my mind, and the irritating Zihou has a headache and almost faints.

"Ah!" Unable to bear such intense pain, Zihou couldn't help but roar.

At this time, the low and terrifying atmosphere in General Zhonglie's mansion had undergone tremendous changes with this long roar...

"My child, you finally woke up!" In a very colorful room in a yard named Huan Muxuan in the General's Mansion, an extravagant woman in a plain skirt was watching After the Zihou lying on the bed suddenly sat up, he couldn't help exclaiming in excitement.

"Hou'er, I woke up, you know you made my mother so worried!" The woman sat up, hugged Zihou on the bed in her arms, and patted with her shaking hands. On the back of Zihou, there is a clear tremolo in the tone, which is the fear after the loss and recovery!

Feeling the warm temperature of the whole body, a strange but familiar voice came from my ears, and the Zihou, who had always been calm and calm, was rarely dizzy.

Gently shook his painful head, Zihou slowly opened his eyes.

The intense light shone into the eyes all of a sudden, causing Zihou to blink uncomfortably. After getting used to the light, scenes of antique scenes came into view.

Exquisite tents with pink embroidery, big red brocade quilts embroidered with red peony, blurry bronze mirror dressing table and so on. All this, with the unfamiliar memories in my mind that have not had time to settle, and the sad woman crying in front of me, Zihou finally reacted.

She is not dead, but she is also dead!

It should be said that the Zihou, which was so powerful in the 21st century, is dead. It's just that her soul or consciousness still exists. She was reborn in an unfamiliar and mysterious world, borrowing her body to return to a young girl with the same name.

Zihou was dumbfounded. She didn't expect that she would be so fashionable as well, so she caught a shuttle bus...

"Hou'er awake?" The door was suddenly pushed open, and with an anxious voice, several figures were recruited into the room.

Feeling the arrival of several people, Zihou then withdrew from the woman's arms and looked up at the few people in front of her.

Her body is the young lady of General Zhonglie's Mansion. The woman in front of her is her mother, Zhao Xinrou, and the middle-aged man with a tough and handsome face and a blue coat behind Zhao is her father, General Wei Shirong. And the gray-robed old man standing at the table with a firm face and unable to see his thoughts was her grandfather Zhonglie General Wei Guoting.

General Zhonglie's mansion has served as generals for generations, serving the country with loyalty. Anchang made great contributions to the stability of the prosperous age of Western Chu. However, in recent years, the courts have been surging, and the major powers are fighting openly and secretly. The General's Palace was swayed by storms and gradually declined in such battles.

From memory, Zihou learned that these people are wonderful to the girl before. Pampering but not drowning. It's just that, however, this girl doesn't know whether it is congenital insufficiency or acquired brain water. Behaviour is extremely irrational, always thinking of what to do, no matter whether it is right or not. Coupled with the admiration for the seventh prince in the palace, he has been bullied by many daughters in recent years. Her lack of heart, eyes, and roots of IQ even led to her final death!

Thinking of this, Zihou lowered his eyes slightly, flashing cold light in his eyes, fleeting. Lifting his head again, a faint smile appeared on his face: "Father, mother, Hou'er is fine. You don't have to worry about Hou'er."

"It's okay, it's okay..." Zhao Xinrou wept with joy, and was extremely pleased with the resurrection of Zihou.

"Hou'er, you can't be so reckless in the future..." Wei Shirong was happy when he saw that his daughter was all right, but he did not forget to remind Zihou.

"Humph!" Wei Shirong just finished speaking, and a cold hum came from behind him. "From childhood to adulthood, no matter what you do, you have no sense of measure. I have never learned a lot after suffering a loss. If such a big thing happened this time, it depends on your memory!" But the one who saw the opening At the table, the old man, Wei Shirong and his wife who hadn't spoken since he came in, sighed, and did not interrupt.

"Haha..." Zihou heard this, but gave a low laugh. The face with heavy makeup removed, although the foundation and rouge remained, although pale and embarrassed, it was also stained with a touch of beauty because of this smile, which was surprising for no reason.

"Girl who doesn't have a long memory, you can still laugh because of you." Stunned by the smile of Zihou, the old man cursed in an angry voice.

It is said that love is deep and responsibility is arduous. The old man, who has been a general for a lifetime, has always been unsmiling and not good at words. But his love for Zihou has been as heavy as a mountain for more than ten years.

"Grandpa, daddy, mother." Zihou received a smile, and his cold face was stained with solemnity. She swept the three people in front of her one by one. "In the past ten years, Hou'er has acted recklessly, regardless of the consequences, and has caused you a lot of trouble. This time the drowning incident has made Hou'er understand a lot and understand a lot. Hou'er will definitely reform and renew. No more troubles for you."

Zihou is extremely solemn. In her previous life, she had no father or mother, and she has always been alone since the beginning of the fight. It was not until later that she met Mo Jun that her lonely life was like finding a Venus star, with light and direction. Although Mo Jun and her sympathized with her family and even more so, they couldn't give her parents and grandparents' love. This kind of warmth, from the longing long ago to the later despair, she actually got it now.

She wants to cherish it!

For the past life, for China, she can't go back. She also knew that Jun Mo was definitely not there now. She had no worries about that. It's better to cherish the present and the present.

"Hou'er, you, are you serious?" The words of Zihou sounded like thunder in the ears of several people, making them more or less stunned. And Zhao Xinrou stammered even more surprised.

"Well. The previous Zihou has passed away like the wind, and the future Zihou will definitely live out its own splendor!" Zihou nodded lightly, his tone full of domineering.

She was a heroic person, and she was at ease with everything she was going to do. She is even more unconvincing, and has her own pride. She must live a life of recklessness!

"Okay, okay! I am worthy of being my Wei Shirong's daughter, really domineering. I believe that our Zihou will have a bright future in the future, and women will not let the eyebrows!" Wei Shirong clapped his hands suddenly and was Zihou The domineering declaration was infected, and my heart was full of excitement.

"Hmph, you know bragging!" The old man still snorted coldly, his tone quite disdainful. It's just the loose brows and the expectation in his eyes that clearly betrayed him!

Zihou smiled and touched his nose. What a lovely old man!

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