I'm the villain's own mother

Mu Wanwan turned around and found out who it wasn't Song Zhujun.

Mu Wanwan hurried over in three steps and two steps to help Song Zhujun from Ah Chun's hand.

"Why are you here? Your injuries are so serious. Why don't you believe that I can handle it well?"

When Song Wang saw his daughter, he stopped and turned around and walked over.

Song Zhujun took Mu Wanwan's hand and protected her behind him.

"Father, aunt." Song Zhujun's words were trembling. "You can just want me to go back to the main hall, but don't embarrass them." After saying that, Song Zhujun coughed several times and shook his body. Mu Wanwan

He quickly took Song Zhujun into his arms.

Seeing this, Song Wang stretched out his hand, but he didn't extend it very far, and then took his hand back.

"Damn girl, I knew there was nothing wrong with you. Come back to the main hall with me and see your sister. Why did your needle stick? Lan'er kept shouting that it hurt." Mrs. Song said, reaching out to pull Song Zhujun.

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Mu Wanwan reached out to block her hand back: "Mrs. Song"

Song Zhujun reached out and patted Mu Wanwan's hand, giving an ugly smile: "It's okay."

With Mu Wanwan's strength, Song Zhujun stood up straight.

"Let's go, Mom."

Mu Wanwan breathed out suddenly when she saw Song Zhujun slowly leaving the sight behind Mrs. Song.

"What is all this about?"

"What's wrong, Junior Sister Mu?" As soon as Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she heard someone beside her speak.

Mu Wanwan turned around and looked at Jiang Yingxi who looked confused.

"Senior Brother Jiang is awake?"

Jiang Yingxi shook his head: "I'm still not sure, so I came out to look for you to see if you can help me. I had a long, long dream, and now that I've woken up, I still can't tell the difference between the dream and the dream.

Reality."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "I've been sleeping like this for six or seven days. Just get used to it. I have something else to do, so I'll excuse you now."

Jiang Yingsi said blankly: "What's the matter?"

Mu Wanwan opened her mouth to speak briefly and saw that Jiang Yingsi's face had changed.

"Take me with you."

Mu Wanwan was stunned: "Okay, okay."

While they were still walking through the medicine garden, Song Zhujun had already arrived at Song Lanjun's bed.

"Sister." Song Zhujun's voice was weak, but the next moment, Song Lanjun opened the bed curtain.

"How did you become like this?" These words were as cold as ever.

Song Zhujun glanced at Song Lanjun and knew that there was nothing wrong with her, except for the slight whip mark.

But the whip marks have long since disappeared.

Song Zhujun was in severe pain and slowly slid to sit on the head of Song Lanjun's bed.

"Sister, you win, I will never fight with you again."

Song Lanjun said nothing.

"That day and that battle was my confession to myself."

Song Lanjun still didn't speak.

"After this Immortal Sect Conference, I will never set foot in Wang Buliu's line again, and the Cangshan Sect will not have a little lady like me."

Song Lanjun still didn't speak.

"Are you satisfied? Sister, what I said."

Song Lanjun finally spoke this time: "Not satisfied, I want you to die."

Song Zhujun smiled: "Then this request is a bit excessive, but it is not impossible. Maybe I will die from Ziyan's snake venom before the Immortal Sect Conference is over."

Song Zhujun pushed himself up with all his strength and slowly struggled to stand up from the ground.

Song Lanjun looked up at her sister. The afternoon sunlight shone through the screen window on Song Zhujun's face, and she suddenly couldn't see clearly what her sister looked like.

Song Zhujun turned around and walked towards the door. Song Lanjun looked at Song Zhujun's retreating back, and suddenly a tear came out of the corner of his eye.

"Amei."

The voice was very small, and was quickly drowned out by Mrs. Song's voice.

Song Zhujun slowly walked down the steps and whizzed past her. The one who ran very fast was her mother, and her mother was so anxious just for the safe and sound person lying on the bed.

Song Zhujun felt extremely tired, smiled at his father, and continued down her steps.

"Ajun." Song Wang's words were not spoken.

Because Song Zhujun looked at him with a hollow look in his eyes, which was a sign of despair for a person and a lack of expectations for anything.

Song Zhujun slowly turned his head and walked down the steps slowly.

She was dizzy, her steps were shaky, and the pain was eating away at her consciousness, but she had to go and maintain her last bit of self-esteem.

But in the end, she still couldn't hold on, her footing slipped, and she fell down the steps of the main hall.

She did not get up immediately, nor did she care about the scorching heat of the sun beneath her body. She just looked at the blue sky and shed tears silently.

Song Wang hurriedly ran towards Song Zhujun, but when he was close at hand, he saw a cold and cruel face.

Jiang Yingcai knelt down, took Song Zhujun into his arms, and stood up with him in his arms.

"Put down Mr. Zhu."

Jiang Yingxi glanced at Song Wang, and Song Wang suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

But his daughter is now being held in the arms of the sword cultivator of Taiyan Palace. No matter what happened, there is no need to take his face if word spreads.

He immediately said: "Master Zhu, come to my father."

Song Zhujun was extremely weak now, and Jiang Yingsi could feel Song Zhujun's trembling.

He turned around to leave, but was stopped again: "Mr. Zhu!" Song Wang's tone became more severe.

Song Zhujun tightened his arms around Jiang Yingsi's neck.

Song Wang changed his tone: "You are a woman, and now you are being held in the arms of a man in a majestic manner. If it is spread out..."

"As soon as word spreads that I married her." Jiang Yingxi's voice was cold and firm.

Mu Wanwan looked at Jiang Yingsi in surprise, but what she was thinking in her mind was, could the analogy she made come true? Could it be that Song Zhujun's CP line really went astray?

Song Wang was about to say anything more, but Song Zhujun slowly revealed his face from Jiang Yingcai's arms.

There were tears and big beads of sweat on his face.

He said to Jiang Yingsi, "I feel pain."

Jiang Yingsi lowered her head and spoke gently: "I'll take you home."

After saying this, Jiang Yingsi's raised face showed no expression, and he lost interest in talking to Song Wang, and walked straight forward.

Song Wang wanted to pursue him again, but Jiang Yingsi said coldly: "Wishao."

The black-tipped sword was placed in front of Song Wang, who lowered his head.

At that moment, he seemed to finally realize that he was Song Zhujun's father, and that it was him who should have done these things, not Song Zhujun's master and the sword cultivator of Taiyan Palace.

Seeing Jiang Yingsi's eyes disappear from sight, Song Wang had a premonition in a daze——

His little daughter will leave him forever.

From the time when she would rather cry to a strange man and say "I hurt" to a strange man.

When the Wushao sword disappeared, Song Wang slowly stood up and walked up the steps.

After entering the main hall, he said: "Lan'er, give the antidote to my sister."

Song Lanjun smiled: "Father, my mother has the final say on this matter."

Song Wang looked at his wife, who was smiling and looking at his other daughter tenderly.

"That's our daughter too, Qingqing."

Mrs. Song smiled: "Mr. Lang, you have passed today."

Song Wang gave an ugly smile and said slowly: "Yes, it was me who overstepped my bounds."