I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 1 Origin (1)

"Feng Yuan actually smiled as Xiao Fengyu slashed with his last sword. At that moment, the heads of the six sects struck together.

The mountain collapsed in front of him, and among the smoke and ashes Xiao Fengyu saw Feng Yuan with a relieved look on his face, closing his eyes, and falling into the Sea of ​​the Past along with thousands of monsters.

After a long time, Xiao Fengyu looked at the green smoke rising from the sea of ​​​​rebirth, and the tears in his eyes finally hit the ground.

This protracted battle between good and evil has finally come to an end.

It’s just that there will no longer be Feng Yuan in the world.

There will be no demons who will cause chaos in the world.

Not to mention his most glorious senior brother."

Mu Wanwan stopped typing, stretched out, and sighed.

I originally planned to write again, but I no longer have any thoughts.

She set the book to completion step by step, got up, picked up her bag and walked out.

"Hello, Kongjie Office, what business do you want to handle?"

Mu Wanwan took out various identification materials from her bag and then said: "I want to register my death."

"Okay, please show your ID card, birth certificate, photos, suicide notes, and family relationships."

Mu Wanwan pushed everything she took out into the room.

"Okay, we are processing it for you."

"Sorry, the system shows that you are an unregistered writer. Please go to the lobby to complete the author certification."

Mu Wanwan's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation.

"Can I not finish it?"

Her hoarse voice came out, and she was startled.

"Sorry, that's not possible. According to regulations, all literary workers in Kongjie must be registered."

"Does amateurism count?"

"Yes."

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. She originally thought that registration of death did not require certification of the author's identity.

"What I'm doing is registering a death."

"Sorry, this is a necessary process."

Mu Wanwan felt helpless. Kong Jie has a set of rules for everything, especially for writers.

In this world where even death requires approval at all levels, Mu Wanwan also chose the most demanding writer as a side job.

It's just that in the past seven years, Mu Wanwan has written many novels, but none of them have really made it out of the circle. This made her feel frustrated and she gradually realized how ridiculous her dream was.

After making a death plan for herself, she decided to finish writing the last book.

Think of it as the end of your dream.

It's just that I can't let go anymore, and I don't know how to continue. I really can't give "Wind Whisper Jue" a perfect ending.

"Hello."

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sound.

"Kongjie is committed to perfecting the world construction of words, so every author has an opportunity to enter his own work before death. Do you accept this opportunity?"

Mu Wanwan was very afraid of trouble, but at this moment when she was about to die, she suddenly felt that it wouldn't be a bad thing to take a walk in a book.

She slowly pressed "Yes."

"Okay, the program has been created. Please enter the books you want to read."

""Wind Whispers""

"Please enter the character you want to approach."

"Feng Yuan."

"Okay, the program has been created. You will enter the program before April 12, 223 in the space calendar. Please make relevant preparations."

"I would like to ask, is the time and place for entry fixed?"

"Sorry, because this is a randomly generated character, the time and place are not fixed. And since your character is not in the original book, you can only watch and cannot intervene to change it."

"What if I want to change?"

"I advise you not to do this. The consequences are very serious. This is your death registration form. After you come back from the book, fill in the relevant information and it will take effect immediately. We look forward to your next visit."

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but smile after hearing this.

"Thank you. But even if there is a next time, you probably won't expect to see me."

After putting the things in her bag, Mu Wanwan looked at her phone.

April 11th, year 223 of the Sky Realm Calendar.

Even the time to leave was so tight.

It was rare to go home in the afternoon. Mu Wanwan took a look at the place where she lived. It was a small room with lots of sunshine, but she couldn't dispel the coldness in her heart.

She walked slowly into the bedroom, took out her diary, opened the first page and crossed out the last item.

Try to live to the age of thirty-five.

Then I took out the letter paper and wrote a long letter.

How long is it? About as long as dusk to midnight.

The lamp on the table reflected Mu Wanwan's face, and her pale skin was in sharp contrast with her pupils, which were so dark that no light could be seen.

She felt very tired, so she just lay down on the table and fell asleep.

She had a dream that happened a long, long time ago.

She dreamed that her heart ached and her eyes were sore.

I sat up suddenly and looked up to see a full moon hanging high in the sky and a few crows standing on the dead branches.

Just as she reached out to brush away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she heard someone shouting loudly beside her.

"Sixth Junior Brother, don't hurt anyone!"

Following the sound, I saw a man in white stumbling forward.

Before Mu Wanwan even thought about it, she suddenly saw a face covered with blood and black lines suddenly appearing in front of her eyes.

She opened her eyes wide in fear.

I could only hear the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Before I could think about it, I felt a warm feeling coming from my face. But after a moment, it slowly turned cold and mixed with tears, dripping to the ground.

This was the first time that Mu Wanwan had so clearly felt the process of blood changing from warm to cold.

That thing that might still be called a human being fell in front of him like that.

Mu Wanwan did not dare to blink, but silently clenched her fists, trying to regain some consciousness in the pain.

A woman in white came and said:

"Feng Yuan, why did you kill my sixth junior brother?"

“In urgent matters, follow authority.”

The sound in his ears was mixed with the strong smell of blood in the air, which was even colder than the night, and Mu Wanwan shivered.

The people around him said no more, turned around and walked away.

The woman in white came forward and wiped Mu Wanwan's face with a handkerchief.

"My name is Song Zhujun, and I am a medical practitioner from the Cangshan Sect. Don't be afraid. That person just now will not hurt you anymore."

Listening to Song Zhujun's sad voice forcibly comforting him, Mu Wanwan finally loosened his clenched fists.

"Okay, it's cleaned up. There's still some mess here, so you and I can go and wait."

Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun, who was holding her hand in front of her, and had mixed feelings for a moment.

Her fear slowly dissipated when she heard the words "Feng Yuan", and was replaced by confusion she had never felt before.

She suddenly began to think about a question that she should have thought about long ago: why this book and why Fengyuan.

But no one answered her, only Feng Yuan walked towards her step by step.

He was dressed in black, blending in with the cold night, and his face was colder than the night.

But it is undeniable that Feng Yuan has a good skin.

Even though Mu Wanwan knew what kind of heart was hidden behind her face, she couldn't help but be distracted for a moment.

Mu Wanwan kept looking at him like this. Of course, when he blinked, he also saw the small red mole flashing across Feng Yuan's upper eyelids.

That was the most unique symbol she gave Feng Yuan, and it was also the source of all Feng Yuan's pain.

"Why are you here?"

"Sister, do you believe me when I say I passed by?"

When she heard the first half of the sentence, Mu Wanwan thought he was talking to her. It wasn't until a clear young voice came from behind that she realized what she was saying and hurriedly stepped aside.

"Uncle Master asked you to go to Lanying, but now you are in Yunzhou. The former is in the south and the latter is in the north. How can you pass by?"

"Senior brother, Lanying said it's a water ghost. The Qilin Sect and Qingyin Pavilion's lairs are there. Can you beat it? Don't I think that the monster in Yunzhou is more powerful and I'm here to help you?"

"It's unnecessary."

"Oh, senior brother, how can this be unnecessary? This is obviously my deep love for you."

Mu Wanwan turned to look at the flattering young man.

The man had a clear face. If Feng Yuan was like a brightly colored peony, then this man was like a pale landscape painting.

Even though he said such boring words, his whole body was still filled with elegance.

A red tear mole in the corner of the eye adds bright color to this landscape painting.

Yes.

Xiao Fengyu.

"You want to be thrown out by me?"

Indifferent words came from the side.

"Don't dare! Then senior brother must have agreed to my staying here."

Feng Yuan did not reply to him, but looked at Mu Wanwan.

"Yunzhou is now plagued by disasters. Why is the girl here late at night?"

"It's just a coincidence."

Mu Wanwan's voice still had some hoarseness as if she had just woken up.

"The girl's coincidence is too much of a coincidence."

Mu Wanwan watched Feng Yuan lean against a nearby tree, slowly pick up the sword and play with the spikes, as if the question just now was just a redundant talk.

But Mu Wanwan knew that Feng Yuan never asked unnecessary questions, he was just waiting for her to answer.

Mu Wanwan thought that she could get a good start, but this situation was not necessarily the case. In fact, she had expected it, after all, nothing had gone well for her in the past few years of her life.

It's just that she didn't expect that the first meeting would be such a scene.

She slowly moved towards Feng Yuan.

"It's not necessarily a coincidence. I was thrown here."

"Ah? Who would leave someone in this wilderness in the middle of the night? What's more, Yunzhou is not peaceful recently."

Song Zhujun suddenly spoke, and Mu Wanwan looked at her and smiled lightly.

"My name is Mu Wanwan. I am an orphan. I grew up in Cangzhou. A few days ago, a big shot came to Cangzhou and said he could help us make money, so I followed him. Unexpectedly, this person changed hands and sold us. The buyer and I

I passed through Yunzhou a few days ago, but on the way my old illness relapsed, and the buyer was afraid and left me here. I didn’t know why I fainted, and when I woke up,

"This is too pitiful."

"snort."

As soon as Song Zhujun finished speaking, he heard a cold snort beside him.

"Feng Yuan, what are you humiliating? You just killed a disciple of our sect without our consent, and I haven't settled the score with you yet."

“Always waiting.”

After saying this, Feng Yuan picked up his sword and walked away.

"Hey, I'm not going to fight with you today." Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by the disciple next to him. "Eh? Why are you stopping me?"

"Senior sister, that's Fengyuan! We can't defeat it."

"Yes, yes."

"Sister, calm down."

Mu Wanwan slowly walked away, away from the noise over there.

She knew that Feng Yuan didn't believe it.

The content will basically be revised the next day. It is recommended that those who want to read the book come over after 12 noon the next day. Thank you for the recommendation vote OVO

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