I'm the villain's own mother

When Song Zhujun was brought back to Chenxiang Pavilion, he had already passed out. Mu Wanwan hurried to find Passion Fruit. When Passion Fruit entered the house and saw Song Zhujun who had passed out, he hated iron for not being able to make steel.

"Why do you have to work so hard?" Although he said this, the movements of his hands did not slacken at all.

"Go to Ban Fenghe and get the red bottle from the black wooden cabinet on the right side of her central hall. Be quick." Passion Fruit suddenly said.

As soon as Mu Wanwan stood up, Jiang Yingxi held her shoulders down: "I'll go ahead and watch her here." After saying that, he turned back and glanced at Song Zhujun: "She should want to see you more when she wakes up."

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and in the blink of an eye Jiang Yingsi disappeared.

The sweat on Passion Fruit's forehead became more and more wet. Seeing this, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but move forward: "Senior, please teach me how to use your spiritual power to sort out your spiritual veins. Let me do it."

Passion Fruit raised his eyes and looked at her: "No, just watch here and don't let others disturb you."

Mu Wanwan also knew that this was not the time to be stubborn, so she immediately walked out, leaving the quiet space in the room for Passion Fruit.

About two moments later, Mu Wanwan saw Jiang Yingsi holding a cabinet in her field of vision.

"Senior Brother Jiang, what is this?"

Jiang Yingxi weighed the cabinet and said, "I couldn't find the red bottle that senior mentioned, so I had to move the cabinet over."

Mu Wanwan was stunned and opened the door: "Senior Brother Jiang, slow down."

Jiang Yingsi carried the cabinet into the back room, and Mu Wanwan followed him in uneasy.

At this moment, Passion Fruit sat in front of Song Zhujun's bed and closed her eyes weakly. Looking at Passion Fruit, whose hair seemed to be whiter, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but think of how thin the mirror was after every time she had treated her hand before.

So eye-sore.

Maybe the sound of Jiang Yingsi's cabinet was a little loud, which woke up Passion Fruit, whose eyes were slightly closed.

Seeing Jiang Yingsi move the entire cabinet over, Passion Fruit also looked at a loss for words: "Do you think it's so difficult for you to find a red bottle? As for moving the entire cabinet over?" The words suddenly stopped here, Mu Wanwan

Just as I was wondering, I heard Passion Fruit speak again: "I can't blame you, thank you for your hard work."

Mu Wanwan found it interesting and looked around to see a cabinet full of red bottles. She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"It's really hard to find."

Who would have thought that Song Zhujun’s medicines are packed according to the color of the bottles?

Passion Fruit reached out and took out the bottle, turned the pill into the palm of his hand, and slowly pushed it into Song Zhujun's spiritual veins with his spiritual power.

After he finished all this, Mu Wanwan said: "Senior, she."

Passion Fruit looked at Song Zhujun, whose expression had improved, and sighed: "Being bitten through the waist and abdomen is not that easy to cure. Without an antidote to crack the venom of Ziyan, Zhujun's wound will never heal and may fester.

, getting bigger and bigger. She may not be able to survive seven days like this now. Although this medicine can temporarily protect her spiritual veins, in the end it can only last another half month."

Jiang Yingsi couldn't help but ask: "Where did you get this antidote?"

Mu Wanwan first looked at Passion Fruit: "Senior Brother Jiang just woke up, so it's normal for him not to know." Then he turned to Jiang Yingsi: "Zi Yan is Song Lanjun's spiritual beast, so naturally he wants to ask for it from her."

Jiang Yingsi asked in confusion: "You guys have been waiting like this for so many days, haven't you asked for the antidote?"

Passion Fruit sighed: "Since that day, Song Lanjun has been hiding in the main hall of Fufang Xiaozhu, claiming to the outside world that he has died of serious injuries, and no one has been seen. Even Master Hanpo and Master Cuiwu of Taiyan Palace have gone there many times.

She was also turned away. Not to mention me, I was blocked by heavy soldiers at the door before I even got close. After all, we were asking for medicine, and we didn’t want to have any conflicts. Otherwise, she wouldn’t give it in anger, and wouldn’t it be harmful to her?

Are you Mr. Zhu?"

Jiang Yingsi glanced at Song Zhujun helplessly: "I thought her parents were still alive and her life would go smoothly. I didn't expect that her father and mother are not as good as mine. Is there no other way?"

"I went to find the Jade Qilin from the Beast Control Sect before, but there was nothing the Jade Qilin could do. Zi Yan's antidote was already taken away by Mr. Song Zhu, and even if I went back to the Beast Control Sect to get it, it would be too late at this time."

The sound of whispering in the wind came along with the sound of footsteps.

Mu Wanwan raised her eyes and saw Feng Yuan. She smiled but said nothing.

"It won't work this way, that won't work either, so you just watch her waiting to die?" Jiang Yingsi's eyes suddenly turned red when she looked at Xiao Fengyu, and she spoke to Xiao Fengyu with anger.

Mu Wanwan was startled by Jiang Yingsi's sudden voice. When she looked back, she found that Xiao Fengyu had lowered his head.

"It's my incompetence."

Jiang Yingxi seemed to have noticed his gaffe, and took a deep breath before saying: "Forget it, let's think of a solution."

This farce ended, and the second round of the Immortal Sect Conference quietly kicked off.

After the bloody battle between Su Hu and the fratricide between the Song sisters in the first round, the second round seemed very uninteresting.

What remains are those who have no suspense.

Mu Wanwan had no intention of going to see him anymore. What she was most worried about now was when Su Hu would be able to stand up and Song Zhujun had less than a week left.

She couldn't help but feel sad when she saw Su Hu unable to move on the bed and Song Zhujun who was in a state of confusion every day like a dying chick.

The turning point came at this time. With only three days left before the deadline mentioned by Passion Fruit, Jiang Yingsi brought back a piece of news.

This year's Immortal Sect Conference has added a competition, that is, the monks who are eliminated in one round can use the method of beating to determine the strongest, and directly enter the fourth round of the competition.

Although this seems to give everyone a chance, no one knows in their heart that those who can compete are those who are very capable in their own right.

"I want to try it." Jiang Yingxi suddenly said this while looking at Mu Wanwan.

"You want to force her to take out the antidote in the ring?"

Jiang Yingsi nodded: "Since it's a competition, if something goes wrong, it won't involve anything. At worst, I'll come and apologize later. It's just a punishment, but it's easier than losing her life."

Mu Wanwan didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she thought for a while before speaking: "Even if Song Lanjun comes on the stage, others may not be able to defeat her. If it weren't for you, then the success would still fall short."

Jiang Yingsi smiled: "Why should I worry you? This is no big deal. I have my own way to make them agree to let me be this stepping stone."

Mu Wanwan sighed: "Why is this so?"

Jiang Yingsi's eyes became a little hollow, and even his voice became distant.

"A long time ago, a young man was on the verge of starving to death. He received a meal from a girl. But when he grew up, he failed to recognize the girl. Until he was on the verge of death again, the girl

The girl saved his life again, and he recognized that figure in his daze." At this point, he turned to look at Mu Wanwan.

"I'm not that young man, so I naturally have some regrets and I won't keep them until my death."