I'm the villain's own mother

Mu Wanwan closed her eyes and then saw the person clearly.

"Master Jikong, why are you here?"

Jikong clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk is here to ask the donor Mu to clarify his doubts."

Mu Wanwan said she didn’t understand. The competition between the two sides was about to begin, and the ‘enemy’ suddenly came to our side to ask questions.

This should not be considered a normal trend.

Mu Wanwan hesitated and said, "Can I understand the problem that even Master Jikong can't understand?"

Jikong smiled slightly, and his voice became kinder: "Of course you can."

Mu Wanwan raised her head and forced out a forced smile: "Then ask."

But what I was thinking was: This forehead is really bright.

Jikong didn't feel embarrassed, but immediately lifted up his robe and sat down.

"There is a man who created one or three thousand worlds with his own power. However, everyone in the world suffers from himself, and everyone suffers. What should we do?"

Mu Wanwan thought for a moment and wanted to open her mouth but couldn't explain why.

Jikong was not impatient when he saw this, and slowly continued: "If there is a person among us who was miserable when he was young, competitive and competitive, but also has a heart for the common people, how would the donor evaluate him?"

Mu Wanwan doesn't know, because Jiang Yingxi is such a person. Sometimes his mouth is very irritating, but when he thinks of his experience, Mu Wanwan always feels sympathy and gives words of advice. Experience cannot erase his mistakes.

, but when she thought that his experiences were all made by her, Mu Wanwan felt that she could no longer hate him.

Mu Wanwan sighed.

Jingkong added: "What if this person dies miserably because of this?"

Mu Wanwan couldn't answer.

Ji Kong continued: "If the donor is the creator of this world, will the donor save him?"

Mu Wanwan turned her head and met Jingong's eyes. Jingong's eyes were very beautiful, but they were full of compassion, leaving no trace of nostalgia in her life.

Mu Wanwan nodded, her eyes firm.

"If possible, I think he can live and live a bright and bright life. The first half of his life has been so miserable, how can I want to give him a happy ending. How can a person who sacrifices his life for the common people end up with a miserable ending for Rhodes?"

Mu Wanwan didn't know why when she said this, tears suddenly flowed out without warning.

Jikong smiled: "Donor Mu is a person of good temperament, so I wish the benefactor will get what he wants."

Mu Wanwan raised her head and saw a golden light flashing across Jikong's body in a daze. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Jikong standing up, patting the dust on his robe, and walking down slowly.

At this moment, the sound from the high platform suddenly started, and the noise returned to Mu Wanwan's ears.

"The eightyth group is composed of Master Jikong from Tanhua Sect and Jiang Yingsi from Taiyan Palace. Please go to the competition venue."

Jiang Yingsi stepped onto the competition stage step by step with heavy steps.

Jikong described it as kind and gentle, clasped his hands together and said slowly: "Amitabha, Tanhua Sect Jikong, please give me some advice from Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yingsi took a step forward and bowed solemnly: "Jiang Yingsi from Taiyan Palace, please give me some advice from Master Jikong."

After saying that, Jiang Yingsi raised his sword and stepped forward.

But Jikong didn't move at all, he just slowly sat cross-legged on the ground and muttered something.

However, even so, Jiang Yingxi's sword could not hurt Jikong in the slightest.

Then, Ji Kong opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of golden light in his eyes. Feng Yuan's hand tightened on the tea cup.

Then a Buddha's name was heard in the air, and Jiang Yingsi lost consciousness.

"In the eightieth round, Tanhua Sect, Ji Kong, wins."

With an effortless victory, Jiang Yingsi was carried off the platform.

Before Jikong left the stage, he looked at Mu Wanwan. Mu Wanwan didn't know what the emotion in his eyes was, nor what that look meant, so he could only smile awkwardly.

Finally, it was in the afternoon that Xiao Fengyu and Liu Wendi competed.

Liu Wendi was not very calm, but his behavior was somewhat similar to Su Hu's.

The specific manifestation is that as soon as Xiao Fengyu stood on the competition stage, Liu Wendi took out the fan from his waist. While fanning, he smiled and said: "Junior brother Fengyu, why do you have to keep a straight face? Senior brother will not eat you."

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The expression on Xiao Fengyu's face looked like he had eaten a fly.

"I'm in Taiyan Palace, Xiao Fengyu, I'd like to ask Senior Brother Liu for advice."

As soon as Xiao Fengyu said these words, Liu Wendi immediately put away his fan, patted his palms three times, and said "OK" three times in a row. Then he said cheerfully: "I'm in the Qingyin Pavilion, Liu Wendi,

Ask Junior Brother Xiao for advice."

The final sound of the word " Zhao " was still floating on the competition stage, and Xiao Fengyu's sword headed towards Liu Wendi's neck.

When Liu Wendi saw this, he just opened his fan and blocked Xiao Fengyu's sword. With a slight step, he arrived behind Xiao Fengyu. At this moment, the fan slowly returned to his hand. He turned his wrist and started fanning again.

Turned up the fan.

"Junior Brother Xiao, I don't want to use my strengths to attack your strengths, so I won't use my Heming today. Look, am I paying extra attention to you?"

Xiao Fengyu ignored him, threw the sword away, turned over and came to Liu Wendi, stretched out his hand and walked towards Liu Wendi's door.

Liu Wendi closed his fan slightly and began to dodge Xiao Fengyu's punches and kicks. While dodging, he did not stop talking: "Junior Brother Xiao, after listening to my words, you don't need to feel so sorry for me. Zhuxing actually

No more."

Xiao Fengyu's eyes became sharp, and his moves contained personal grudges.

Liu Wendi blocked Xiao Fengyu's movements with his hands, his legs were not idle, and he kept talking.

"This is the Immortal Sect Convention. We're not fighting. How can we compare with fists and kicks?"

Xiao Fengyu smiled, and with the help of Liu Wendi's fan to block his leg-raising movement, he turned over directly. Zhuxing returned to his hand at some point. Seeing that Zhuxing was only a short distance away from him, Liu Wen

The flute stopped moving.

"I surrender." Xiao Fengyu watched helplessly as the thrusting sword struck the protective barrier formed by the competition platform for the loser.

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Xiao Fengyu sighed feebly.

Liu Wendi smiled brightly: "Junior brother Xiao, between you and me, does it matter who is second or third?"

Xiao Fengyu raised his sword and got off the competition platform.

"As expected, there is nothing scientific about sound cultivation or sword cultivation."

"In the 100th round, Taiyan Palace, Xiao Fengyu wins!"

Mu Wanwan sighed when she saw Xiao Fengyu's helpless face, then glanced in the direction of Liu Wendi, and moved her mouth slightly a few times, not knowing what she said.

"Does he have a good relationship with Liu Wendi?" Mu Wanwan couldn't help but ask.

"It's not that good." Feng Yuan said with a smile. "Liu Wendi is similar in age to us, and the two factions have always been in contact. It is true that they are more familiar with each other than others. It is also true that Feng Yu hates Liu Wendi. After all,

Liu Wendi has many tricks, but Feng Yu can't beat him."

Mu Wanwan became interested: "Oh? Let's talk about it."

Feng Yu slowly spoke: "Take the competition just now, Liu Wendi hinted that Feng Yu would win if he called his senior brother. The reason why Feng Yu called him was not because he couldn't win, but because he was afraid of him.

He just gave in. No matter whether Feng Yu won or not, it was like he gave in. In the end, Feng Yu was still cheated."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Then why doesn't he use Qingyin Pavilion's illusion skills?"