I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 102 Seriously injured

Mu Wanwan lowered her head, smiled, and shook her head.

Consciousness slowly returned and the pain in the back of my head slowly disappeared.

Open your eyes and look at the darkening sky.

Next to him, Song Zhujun was dozing off, but he kept holding the fan in his hand.

Mu Wanwan felt the breeze from the fan and smiled slightly.

At this time, Song Zhujun's head slipped from her own hand, and she suddenly woke up.

Mu Wanwan saw that Song Zhujun seemed to be still awake.

But he still subconsciously turned his head to look at her.

Then he looked at her from top to bottom, left to right, and then sat down.

When Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun again, she was already sweating profusely.

Mu Wanwan also used the spell that Jing Shen had used on her before on Song Zhujun.

Song Zhujun was really surprised and asked: "This is?"

Mu Wanwan shook her hand: "The technique developed by my master doesn't have a name, so I picked one called Cooling Technique. It can last for a whole summer."

Song Zhujun's face changed: "The hot and cold yin and yang in the world are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. This is the Five Elements of Dao Sect. It is also the same principle. All things in the world seek to achieve a balance. Human beings in the world naturally follow this principle. Xia Tan

It's cool in winter and warm in winter. It's even more difficult to slowly adjust it back after breaking the balance. Isn't it going against the will of the gods that you suddenly added a spell to me?"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "It doesn't matter. After this period, I will use this technique for you."

Song Zhujun was relieved and stood aside to sort out the medicinal materials.

It was just that after a short period of silence, Song Zhujun suddenly spoke, his voice a little tired and slightly scared.

"Why do you suddenly feel like you are about to die? I was shocked when I came here at noon, because I was afraid that my medicine might have spoiled it for you."

Mu Wanwan looked at her and smiled, and Song Zhujun became even more angry: "You are still laughing! When I saw you like that, I almost took you off the boat, and went back to Cangshan Sect with my sword to find my master."

Mu Wanwan stopped laughing and said to Song Zhujun: "I have been suffering from this strange disease for a long time, and it has no impact. It is my fault that I did not tell you clearly in advance. It is even worse for you to worry for nothing.

No, Ms. Song has a lot, so I hope you can forgive me."

Song Zhujun lost his temper and handed another handful of medicine to Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan finished drinking the medicine and looked at Song Zhujun and said, "Can I move like this now? I want to find Feng Yuan."

Song Zhujun said casually while cleaning up: "Of course, you can go today, and I won't add painkillers to your medicine tomorrow. You can still walk anyway, so I don't need those after all."

Mu Wanwan surrendered to Song Zhujun's mouth and spoke more solemnly.

"But I really have something to see Feng Yuan for."

Song Zhujun looked at her and sighed helplessly: "Is it important?"

Mu Wanwan nodded.

Song Zhujun turned his head: "Then let that boy Fengyuan come to see you! I don't feel bad if he does anything bad."

Mu Wanwan nodded: "That's okay."

When Song Zhujun heard this, he turned around and walked out.

"What do you call me? Can I ask you a favor?"

Jiang Yingcai heard the sound, turned to look at Song Zhujun, and pointed at herself suspiciously.

"I?"

Song Zhujun frowned: "Otherwise? How can you, a grown man, be so annoying?"

Jiang Yingsi was a little hurt at this moment.

They had already known each other the day they met Song Zhujun, and even after half a month, Song Zhujun didn't even remember his name.

Although he thought so in his mind, he still stepped towards Song Zhujun.

"What's wrong with Miss Song?"

Song Zhujun raised his head and looked at Jiang Yingsi, paused and then said: "Master Jiang, I would like to ask you a favor. Can you go to Fengyuan's house and invite him here?"

Jiang Yingsi's face suddenly became very beautiful.

"Is there any problem?" Song Zhujun asked him upon seeing this.

Jiang Yingsi smiled, and her gloomy face suddenly became brighter.

"No."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards Feng Yuan's house.

"You really know how to find people."

Song Zhujun turned around and heard Mu Wanwan's voice. She was a little confused and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and smiled: "Senior Brother Jiang is not at all hostile to Feng Yuan."

Song Zhujun couldn't help but laugh: "Then we can only make our senior brother Feng suffer a little."

Fengyuan was indeed suffering. When Chuchu heard that Song Zhujun invited him to Mu Wanwan's house, he got up on his own.

But Jiang Yingsi refused, saying that Senior Brother Feng is seriously injured now, I will help you.

Then every part of Feng Yuan's body that was still aching was hit all over by Jiang Yingsi.

Now he has lost his dream and has become a salted fish at the mercy of Jiang Yingsi.

However, Jiang Yingsi seemed to enjoy the pleasure of torturing him.

The journey was not long, but Feng Yuan felt that it had been as long as several lifetimes.

By the time Mu Wanwan arrived at the house, the blood leaching from the seriously injured parts of Feng Yuan's body had already dyed his inner clothes red.

Song Zhujun stood up and slowly helped Feng Yuan sit down.

The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and he did not forget to express the blame: "Young Master Jiang is a little irritable. Senior Brother Feng is seriously injured now, so you shouldn't pay more attention."

Feng Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Song Zhujun. The faintly raised corners of her mouth had revealed her thoughts.

After Feng Yuan packed up and sat down, Song Zhujun pulled Jiang Yingsi out.

Jiang Yingsi didn't want to go out yet, Song Zhujun didn't let him go, and pulled Jiang Yingsi back to stagger.

"Why are you pulling me? You don't want to hear what they said?"

Song Zhujun said: "Why don't you just complain, but you also like to listen to people in the corner?"

Jiang Yingsi paused and said, "Can we talk about the monks' affairs to others? They are talking too loudly."

After Feng Yuan heard this, he raised his hand to form a soundproof barrier.

Seeing this, Mu Wanwan smiled and joked: "It seems that the serious injuries are all fake. This barrier is so easy to throw away."

Feng Yuan said helplessly: "That's you, if others are thrown off the flying boat by me at this moment. Now that I hear the words 'seriously injured', I feel a faint pain in my body. None of those two said this sincerely.

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Mu Wanwan smiled: "Mr. Zhu still remembers that you didn't take medicine three years ago!"

Feng Yuan sighed: "Had I known this, I should have restrained myself. I will have many places to rely on Miss Song in the future, and I really can't stand it if I keep doing this."

Mu Wanwan smiled but said nothing.

Feng Yuan stretched out his scarred hand to pick up the tea cup in front of him. As soon as he touched it, he threw the tea cup away.

The sound of breaking ceramics sounded, and Feng Yuan said helplessly: "It's too hot. There are tiny wounds everywhere on my hands now, and the burning hurts even more."

Mu Wanwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I was just about to remind you. This dust removal technique can't be helped. I'm afraid Mr. Zhu will have to remember you again when he cleans it up."

Feng Yuan lowered his head and glanced at Broken Porcelain, sighed, and then looked at Mu Wanwan: "What do you want from me?"

(End of chapter)