The Four Family Members I Picked up Are All Big Guys.

Song Wanru traveled to the troubled times of ancient times and became a child without a father and mother in the mountains. With one person, a shabby thatched hut, and a dog, Song Wanru also lived a happy life. In the fifth year, Song Wanru became lonely and picked up an injured woman outside. There was a bit of her mother's shadow on her face. Soon, she picked up a slovenly man about fifty years old. Adhering to the principle that young men should not pick up, Wanru picked him up and took him home. Later, I picked up a tall woman and a child of about five years old. Song Wanru brought them all back home. From then on, she had a father, mother, sister and brother. The five people began to live together as a family. But Wanru can often shoot pigeons with the crossbow made by her father. This pigeon is also divided into two colors: white pigeon and gray pigeon, but they are equally delicious. Dad can also make some small traps, and he can hunt pheasants, rabbits, and foxes in the mountains. When you are sick, ask your mother to take a pulse, and the medicine will definitely cure the disease. Once there was a pack of wolves attacking, my sister would use some fist and kick skills to drive them away. My younger brother is very cute, and the days when I call him Wanru add a lot of fun. Wanru felt that such a day was very good, knowing that she would get up one night. Seeing a group of people surrounding these four people, they looked like they were about to start a quarrel. Her sister, who had always been mute, suddenly said: "Keep your voice down, are you trying to wake Wanru up?" Wanru was surprised to find that her sister was actually a boy! ! What's even more outrageous is that her father is the master of Qimen Dunjia in Jianghu Bounty Order. My mother is rumored to be a drug-poison cultivator who can turn flesh and bones into dead people. The elder sister is a prince who is living abroad, and the younger brother is the cub of the enemy king. Wanru lamented: No, what kind of people have I picked up? Conception:.