I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 10 Departure

After a night of hard work, Mu Wanwan successfully stepped out with dark circles under her eyes.

"Eh? Miss Mu, did you go steal the chicken last night?"

Mu Wanwan forced a smile.

She never thought there was anything wrong with being an author who wrote books as she pleased and never made an outline.

Until she entered her own book.

There are familiar plots and familiar ideas everywhere, but I just can’t remember where I wrote this paragraph.

After sorting it out all night, I only sorted out the order of major events.

So Mu Wanwan came to a set of conclusions. It was really a headache for an author to write wherever he thought.

Not directed at any author, only directed at myself now.

Mu Wanwan let out a long sigh and walked out of the inn.

"Were you beaten?"

As usual, when Mu Wanwan was about to board Zhanchen, she heard a cordial greeting from Feng Yuan.

Mu Wanwan forced out a very ugly smile when she looked at the man who had inexplicably possessed the script and made her remember the outline all night long.

"thank you."

"If you don't know how to laugh, you don't have to laugh. It's so scary."

Mu Wanwan rolled her eyes at him.

Yu Jian flew very fast, but because of the spiritual clothes given by Feng Yuan, Mu Wanwan was not as cold as the first time. Mu Wanwan even felt drowsy because of the warmth brought by the mink fur.

Feng Yuan looked down at Mu Wanwan who was nodding wildly in front of his chest and found it very interesting.

So the next second, Mu Wanwan was woken up by the cold wind and raised her head to look at the culprit.

"What's wrong with you?"

Feng Yuan concentrated on wielding the sword and ignored it.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

Feng Yuan still ignored it.

Mu Wanwan said no more because she could no longer feel the cold wind.

How could a cold wind interrupt Mu Wanwan's sleep?

So Mu Wanwan was woken up by the cold wind again.

"Master Feng, let's settle whatever grudges we have today."

"It's just unfair. I worked hard to control the sword, and you sleep comfortably. How can this be true in this world?"

Feng Yuan spoke plainly, and Mu Wanwan smiled ugly.

"Has anyone ever said that Mr. Feng, you are very annoying?"

"Currently, there is no such thing. Everyone who sees me has to call me "Guangfengjiyue."

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes in resignation.

One day she will have a flying instrument that does not blow the wind.

Despite what Feng Yuan said, Mu Wanwan still had a good sleep afterwards.

"Master Feng, it's getting late, why don't we find a place to rest."

Mu Wanwan, who had just woken up, yawned and looked at Su Hu who was speaking.

"I support."

Feng Yuan heard Mu Wanwan's voice, which was still a little dry because she had just woken up.

He just thought for a moment and said: "I remember there is a small town nearby, we can get there in about half an hour. Let's go there and settle down."

Mu Wanwan looked at Fengyuan and said, "How do you know there is a small town nearby?"

"How did you think I delayed it for ten days last time?"

Mu Wanwan was a little sluggish when she just woke up. She thought for a long time and said, "Oh."

"It's so strange. Why is there no light in this town just after nightfall? Logically speaking, shouldn't there be some firelight?"

After listening to Mu Wanwan's confused words, Feng Yuan lowered his head and saw that the town was indeed dark.

"Really, this is too abnormal."

Some disciples echoed.

Everyone knew something was fishy.

So after landing, Mu Wanwan knocked on the door of a house on behalf of everyone.

"Is there anyone there?" Mu Wanwan asked.

After a period of silence, Mu Wanwan started knocking on the door again.

Then I heard panicked sounds coming from the house.

"Don't catch me! I'm useless and I don't taste good."

"I won't arrest you, I'm human."

The man never spoke again.

A group of people were walking on an empty road. Unknown birds on the trees made "cooing" sounds from time to time. Occasionally, a slight breeze would blow and pick up debris on the ground.

After knocking on the doors of four or five houses in succession, they still couldn't find a place to stay.

"There is an inn ahead, why don't we try it?"

Mu Wanwan, who was the person who knocked on the door, strode forward after listening to Su Hu's words.

Only this time, Feng Yuan held him back.

Feng Yuan pointed at a young novice monk and said, "You go."

The little novice was caught off guard and was hit, so he had no choice but to move forward.

"Dong dong dong."

"Who! Who?"

Anyone can hear the tremor in the answerer's voice.

"Amitabha, the young monk is a Buddhist cultivator from the Tan Hua Sect. He and a group of immortal friends passed by here. Unexpectedly, it was getting late. I wonder if the shopkeeper can take him in?"

After hearing this explanation, everyone heard a soft sound in the inn.

Not long after it stopped, there was new movement.

"Cough!" One person seemed to be depressed and spit out a mouthful of phlegm. "What's going on? You came to call me in the middle of the night, and your kid is going to die?"

"There are people outside who say they are Buddhist cultivators from the Tan Hua Sect."

"hiss."

Before anyone could speak, I heard someone exclaim in a suppressed voice. "How did you guys clean up this waste? There is such a big bench lying across here! Ah! Hiss! Ouch, it hurts me to death!"

After a long time, everyone saw an old man unlatching the door and sticking his head out from the crack in the door. After his eyes wandered around, he said, "Come in!"

Everyone was relieved and followed the old man into the inn.

"Everyone has come from afar, but I hope you will remember some rules. You are not allowed to light lamps, make loud noises, or go out after nightfall. Although you are monks with high abilities, you must abide by the rules here."

"Why?"

Mu Wanwan asked.

"You don't have to know why, just do it."

Mu Wanwan wanted to ask again, but Feng Yuan stopped her.

Although everyone was divided into different rooms, after the old man left, a group of people quietly went to Fengyuan's room.

"Don't you think it's weird?"

"That's right, I've never seen that town look so desolate at night."

"And the shopkeeper is too suspicious."

"Do you want to go explore this ghost place with me?"

"Forget it! If there really is a big demon, we just aren't enough to hold the big demon in our teeth."

"rational."

Feng Yuan listened to a group of people discussing in his room and couldn't help but wonder, what gave these people the courage to talk in his room?

"It's getting late, let's go to bed early! Let's explore the strange things here tomorrow."

After everyone dispersed, Feng Yuan came to Mu Wanwan's room.

So Mu Wanwan turned over unable to sleep and saw Feng Yuan at the table.

"Drinking tea in the middle of the night, will you be able to sleep for a while?"

Feng Yuan put down the tea cup in his hand.

"It's okay for a cultivator not to sleep."

"The cultivators don't need to drink tea either."

Mu Wanwan replied, but Feng Yuan just smiled.

"Why are you here?" After the silence, Mu Wanwan suddenly spoke up.

"I want to ask you, why do they come to me to discuss it noisily whenever something happens?"

"Lie." Mu Wanwan said directly.

"I'm really curious. No one has ever treated me like this before."

Mu Wanwan paused and said:

"Don't you want to become Senior Brother Guangfeng Jiyue and live a good life? Is this unbearable?"

"Is there any connection?"

Fengyuan seems to be really pursuing the answer to this question.

"All decent people are like this." Mu Wanwan said casually.

"My evaluation is that it is not as good as the villain." After Feng Yuan finished speaking, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Mu Wanwan turned over and faced Feng Yuan.

"Do you know the origin of the vision here?"

She heard Feng Yuan suddenly ask.

"I don't know, this is not the plot I wrote."

(End of chapter)