I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 104 Not tolerated

"Not tolerated?"

Feng Yuan raised his eyes and looked at her: "Not allowed in heaven, not allowed in earth; not allowed in immortals, not allowed in humans; not allowed in monsters, not allowed in demons, not allowed in the six realms."

Mu Wanwan caught a moment's emotion from his eyes. Before she could distinguish what it was, Feng Yuan's eyes became calm again.

Mu Wanwan asked: "Then how did Fu Ruan become like this?"

Feng Yuan thought for a while: "I only know that after Sang Niang died, Luan Niang went crazy. Fu Ruan became like this. Maybe he heard some magic and connected Sang Niang's severed body with his own. But what happened to her?

She is a human being. After so many years of training, she finally gave it to Sang Niang. As for immortality, I am afraid it was Sang Niang who gave it to her. The rumored leader of the town is also Fu Ruan. She probably has some kind of deal with Caiyi Town."

Mu Wanwan sighed for a long time: "Now that Fu Ruan is dead, we can't explain what kind of deal there is, but their relationship is really good."

Fengyuan smiled: "Indeed. When I said this, I suddenly remembered something that happened in my previous life. It was three years after I became Rongjun. When I was passing by Jinzhou, I saw someone selling Dongzhu. I also made it up.

There is a story that this Dongzhu was taken from the hands of a silkworm demon, but unfortunately the silkworm demon died at the mouth of the clam demon. But still

He dragged his broken body to take the Dongzhu back and give it to his wife. In the end, Silkworm Demon's wife died, and the Dongzhu was passed down. I remember that the bead was called "Lian Zhi Gong Tomb", which symbolizes steadfastness and perseverance.

Love. I don’t believe that. I just smiled after hearing it. I don’t know where the beads have gone now.”

Mu Wanwan glanced at Feng Yuan and quietly concealed the complexity in her eyes.

"But, Feng Yuan, how do you explain six hundred years?"

Feng Yuan looked at Mu Wanwan, and blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Mu Wanwan looked stern and asked immediately: "What's wrong?"

Feng Yuan calmly wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled: "It's not a big problem, just like the backlash, it's just a punishment from heaven." There was a trace of apology in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I can only say so much, let's go on.

I'm afraid the thunder from the sky will strike down."

Mu Wanwan saw this and stopped asking any more questions.

Seeing the situation in his mind, the confused man suddenly said: "Why is this look so familiar? It seems like I have seen it before."

Chengyan glanced at him and said nothing.

The moment the soundproof barrier was removed, all the sounds from heaven and earth surged in.

Mu Wanwan shook her head.

"Miss Song, did you forget Jiang's name at that time?"

Jiang Yingcai's voice came in.

"No, I felt like your name was on my lips at that time, but I couldn't call it out."

Song Zhujun smiled.

Mu Wanwan also smiled: "I didn't expect the two of them to have a good chat."

Feng Yuan coughed lightly: "Yes."

There was silence between the two, but no one felt anything was wrong.

Mu Wanwan pretended to be casual and said, "Why did you save Sang Niang and why did you sit in Sang Niang's room all night?"

Feng Yuan lowered his head and lowered his eyes.

Mu Wanwan looked at him: "What? Can't you say it?"

Feng Yuan raised his head and looked into Mu Wanwan's eyes.

"Because her eyes look so much like an old friend."

Mu Wanwan closed her mouth knowingly. What kind of old friend could make Feng Yuan miss him so much.

Feng Yuan didn't know how to speak.

Originally, he felt that he could not hold his head up even if he was asked to talk about his absurd self six hundred years ago, let alone this issue now.

How could he say that Sang Niang's eyes were like Mu Wanwan's, and that he missed Mu Wanwan so much at that time. But he couldn't find Mu Wanwan, so he could only hold Sang Niang and reminisce all night.

After all, Xu Shi still felt a little embarrassed. Feng Yuan coughed a few times, and Song Zhujun and Jiang Yingsi outside immediately arrived at the door.

"Wanwan, can I come in?"

Mu Wanwan glanced at Feng Yuan's pale face: "Okay."

After Song Zhujun came in, he walked straight towards Mu Wanwan without looking at Feng Yuan.

When Jiang Yingxi saw Feng Yuan's expression turned ugly, he immediately said, "Senior Brother Feng, you are indeed 'seriously injured'. In this case, let me help you back."

Mu Wanwan glanced at Jiang Yingsi and finally couldn't help but said: "Senior Brother Jiang, please be merciful."

Jiang Yingxi looked back at Mu Wanwan's face, half of her smile disappeared, but she still said, "Okay, listen to Junior Sister Mu."

After Jiang Yingxi helped Feng Yuan away, Song Zhujun said: "You are so soft-hearted. However, I haven't recovered from my anger three years ago. His injuries are not that important. They are just small wounds all over his body. Now they are cracked.

It shouldn’t be uncomfortable. Anyway, it will get better without medicine, so just let him suffer.”

Mu Wanwan felt a little cruel, but when she saw the broken porcelain on the ground, she lowered her head.

I hope Fengyuan is okay.

"Mr. Zhu, the tea cup is broken."

Song Zhujun took a look and sighed: "Sure enough, the way of all things is balance, retaliation for retaliation."

Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun who was about to clean up the broken porcelain and said: "Zhujun, I may become like before again in a while, don't worry."

Song Zhujun sat back immediately: "But I feel uncomfortable again."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "I told you, it won't hurt or itch, and nothing will happen. Don't worry."

Song Zhujun looked at her: "I can't let go."

Mu Wanwan reached out and stroked Song Zhujun's hand.

"Okay, it's okay. I can't get out of bed now, so I need you to deal with the broken porcelain."

At this time Jiang Yingsi sent Feng Yuan back and then turned back.

"But is there anything else I can do to help?"

When Song Zhujun saw it, he immediately said, "Can you please help me clean up the broken porcelain on the floor?"

When Jiang Yingsi heard these words, he lowered his head and looked down.

Sure enough, I saw the broken porcelain beside the low table. I immediately knelt down and started picking it up with my hands.

Song Zhujun looked at Mu Wanwan with a worried expression, but Mu Wanwan felt faintly sleepy.

"hiss."

After Jiang Yingsi let out a cry of pain, he immediately put his fingers into his mouth.

Song Zhujun turned his head when he heard the voice and saw that the handkerchief Jiang Yingsi used to hold the broken porcelain was stained with blood.

He immediately stood up and walked to Jiang Yingsi's side.

"Hand out your hand, let me see."

Jiang Yingcai didn't dare to speak, so she obediently stretched out her hand.

When Song Zhujun saw this, he took out the potion to clean it and began to chant.

"In your huge Taiyan Palace, none of them make people worry. The one is lying on the bed with blood holes all over his body, and the other one is now covered in wounds. You are also very good. You can even cut your hands to bleed after cleaning a broken porcelain piece. This

It’s just poop, you don’t need to wash it with water, just put it directly into your mouth

Hey. Not to mention how much dust there is on the ground, but what if there is a tiny bit of broken porcelain on the wound, cutting the tongue or cutting the throat? Don’t you, Taiyang Palace, have the kind of things that can’t be cleaned with the Dust Removal Technique?

?Why are all of them so unable to take care of themselves?"

Jiang Yingcai could hear Song Zhujun's excitement, but it was also out of concern that she lowered her head and muttered: "I was quite good at this when I was young, but in all these years in Taiyan Palace, I have only practiced swordsmanship, and I haven't done much else.

After all, we are still unfamiliar, but now that something happened suddenly, I don’t know what to do for a moment. It’s just like what the girl said, I can’t take care of myself.”

Song Zhujun couldn't say anything more when he saw him like this.

After all, Jiang Yingsi admitted his mistake too sincerely.

At this time, Mu Wanwan just smiled slightly and fell into sleep again.

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