I'm the villain's own mother

"I surrender."

These three words were somewhat unbelievable when they came out of Jiang Yingsi's mouth.

"The Beast Control Sect, Song Lanjun, wins."

But when the child behind him loudly announced Song Lanjun's victory, there was still no trace of unwillingness on Jiang Yingsi's face.

He just stumbled down the ring, looked at Mu Wanwan and smiled: "Take it, go save her." After saying this, he almost fell on Mu Wanwan.

"Then what should you do?" Mu Wanwan asked weakly when she saw that Jiang Yingsi didn't look too good.

"It's better that you bring it to her yourself."

Mu Wanwan turned around and saw Feng Yuan, dressed in black, walking towards Jiang Yingxi against the light and helping him.

Jiang Yingsi's expression became very strange, and she wanted to struggle, but she heard Feng Yuan say leisurely: "You don't really want to crawl back, do you?"

Jiang Yingsi's struggling hand stopped, looked at Feng Yuan, and said weakly: "Thank you."

Feng Yuan snorted coldly and did not answer.

When they returned to Chenxiang Pavilion with the antidote, the sun was shining brightly, and they saw Passion Fruit sitting in front of Song Zhujun's door before they even got close.

Mu Wanwan hurriedly took the antidote and ran to Passion Fruit: "Senior, we have got the antidote back. Mr. Zhu is saved."

But Passion Fruit's expression did not mean to relax, but instead became heavier.

Seeing Passion Fruit sigh, Mu Wanwan spoke cautiously, her voice so weak that a gust of wind could blow it away.

"Bamboo Jun She"

After only saying three words, Mu Wanwan could no longer speak.

Passion Fruit looked at Mu Wanwan with tears in his eyes, and Mu Wanwan even saw that his beard was whiter.

"She just breathed her last."

Mu Wanwan felt that the blood all over her body was cold, so she didn't care so much. She rushed into the house and gave Song Zhujun a burst of cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Seeing Song Zhujun's lack of reaction, Mu Wanwan sat aside dejectedly.

"We agreed to wait until we get the medicine back."

"Why don't you wait?"

When she said this, her voice trembled and she choked several times, but she still managed to keep herself from crying.

This is the main character in her book, how could he die?

No, she suddenly took the antidote she just handed him from Passion Fruit's hand.

Turn the antidote into water and slowly pour it into Song Zhujun's mouth.

Then he didn't care, he pulled Song Zhujun's hand over and awkwardly used his spiritual power to sort out her spiritual veins.

When Passion Fruit saw this, he said that Mu Wanwan had never learned anything before he came, and that rashly sorting out the spiritual veins might damage Song Zhujun's body.

But looking at his disciple lying on the bed, he suddenly smiled. Even if it's like this, how can it be damaged? I have done my best as a master, and it doesn't matter if these friends do their best.

As time went by, Mu Wanwan gradually felt powerless, but she also vaguely felt that something was blocking Song Zhujun's spiritual residence.

She slowly put her other hand on Song Zhujun's wrist, and the spiritual power suddenly released broke the phantom.

Passion Fruit saw Song Zhujun suddenly opened his eyes and began to exhale loudly.

Mu Wanwan slowly retracted her hand, sweat dripping from her forehead to the ground. She stood up and gave up her seat in front of the bed: "Senior, come and take a look again."

While Passion Fruit was taking pulse, Mu Wanwan's figure swayed, and Feng Yuan turned sideways to support Mu Wanwan's body.

"I didn't expect, when did you learn this skill?"

Mu Wanwan said weakly: "I didn't learn, it was just a mistake. Anyway, the situation can't get any worse now. It's better for me to be a living doctor."

Feng Yuan looked at Jiang Yingsi who was holding his arm: "A Song Zhujun folded you two in."

Mu Wanwan glanced at Jiang Yingsi, who was supporting Feng Yuan on the other side: "He has fallen asleep."

Feng Yuan smiled: "It took a lot of effort for him to get the antidote today. It's lucky that he is just sleeping now and is not so weak that he is lying in bed."

When Mu Wanwan heard this, she suddenly thought of something. She originally wanted to ask, but when she looked at Feng Yuan, she suddenly ran out of ideas.

"I haven't seen you these days, what have you been doing?" Mu Wanwan said slowly. "Don't say you went to watch the stage, but I heard from the wind that except for the day of the competition, you showed up at other times.

Not available."

After hearing this, Feng Yuan smiled slightly: "Why do you care so much about me? The business is to accompany me to get Jiang Yingsi back first."

Mu Wanwan shook her head, feeling that she had regained some strength. She wanted to go out and get some air, so she stood next to Fengyuan.

"Then let's go."

The two of them sent Jiang Yingsi back to the house and walked slowly along the path.

"If nothing else, everything about Fufeng Xiaozhu actually suits me quite well." Mu Wanwan said as she put her head forward and smelled the roses climbing on the tree.

Feng Yuan just looked at her and walked slowly behind her.

"It's just that such a beautiful place can bury a girl alive. It's scary to think about it." Mu Wanwan said and turned to look at Feng Yuan.

"What's wrong with the beautiful scenery, it's the people who are in it that are wrong." Feng Yuan said calmly.

Mu Wanwan thought for a while and then suddenly said: "Feng Yuan, do you like cats or dogs?"

Feng Yuan raised his eyes and looked at her: "I don't even like it."

Mu Wanwan found it boring and stopped asking.

When she returned to Song Zhujun's house, Passion Fruit's face looked very happy, and she was particularly excited to seize Mu Wanwan's formalities and love you.

"Okay, you're alive. My little friend, please tell me what the method is and let me learn from it."

Mu Wanwan broke away from the Passion Fruit into my hand and smiled slightly: "I don't know, I just found a shadow blocking her soul by feeling. It will be fine if the shadow is dispersed."

Already."

After hearing this, Passion Fruit went aside to think. Seeing that nothing happened, Mu Wanwan also said goodbye and went back to her room.

Here, Mrs. Song pulled Song Lanjun and walked towards the main hall. Seeing her mother like this, Song Lanjun couldn't help but said: "Mom, why did you give them the medicine just now? You came here and saved me, why are you so nervous?"

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Mrs. Song sighed: "You only need to know that when you meet Jiang Yingsi in the future and hear him reciting today's curse, you will obey him in everything. That's enough. Don't ask anything else."

Song Lanjun wanted to say something else, but when Mrs. Song saw it, she couldn't say anything anymore.

After this battle in the arena, the Xianmen Conference gradually came to an end after more than a month.

In the end, only Xiao Fengyu, Feng Yuan, Fu Huaiying, and Jing Kong were left.

At this moment, people from all factions were on the field watching the four people draw lots.

"Master, who do you think Senior Brother Fengyuan will draw?"

Cui Wu looked at Su Hu, who was recovering well now, and said: "These four are of equal strength, no matter who you draw, they will be the same."

"The order of the final battle has been announced. In the first battle, Feng Yuan from Taiyan Palace will face off against Fu Huaiying from Daodaomen; in the second battle, Xiao Fengyu from Taiyan Palace will face off from Tanhua Sect's Buddhist monk Jikong.

The results of today's draw have been announced, and the results will be known tomorrow. See you all tomorrow." Song Wang's voice spread throughout the venue.

Mu Wanwan stood up and stretched: "Let's go, tomorrow is the decisive battle, let's relax today."