I'm the villain's own mother

No one could give Mu Wanwan an answer, even Mu Wanwan herself seemed confused at the moment.

What followed was a twitching in the back of his head, and Mu Wanwan fainted again.

"Wanwan!"

Before she fainted, Mu Wanwan heard Song Zhujun calling her. She tried her best to reach out to comfort her, but she still lowered her hand.

"Hello, writer! I still feel very sorry for the forced login this time. But the matter is urgent. Please listen to me, writer. In the past few days, our system has completely tested the program, and the result of the test is

, there was a huge error in the installation of the program. After discussing with this place, we decided to fully open the author's right to change the book. However, there is still a restriction. On this basis, we must ensure that the main characters in the book do not deviate from the main plot. If there is a deviation,

, you will still encounter the program initiating the erasure process."

After listening to the chirping sound of 4391, Mu Wanwan felt even more dizzy. But luckily, she understood what 4391 meant.

"There is a problem with the main body of the program installation. Is there a problem with the continent where my book is written? Then if there is a problem with it, there is nothing I can do about it. I can't even control the characters in my book."

"Hello writer, first of all, there is no problem with your interpretation. Secondly, considering your limited ability, we have also discussed with this place of heaven, and it will give you full help. Finally, if you are unable to control the characters in the book,

Action, we will help you find a replacement tasker. You only need to sign the agreement and start waiting. When the time is up, you can return to the empty world and continue your suicide journey."

Mu Wanwan sighed: "Thank you! You are so considerate."

"Our 10% service is only for your 50% satisfaction."

Mu Wanwan completely lost her temper at this moment: "I understand, I will cooperate with Heavenly Law and reasonably resolve the situation here. Is there anything else?"

A cold mechanical voice came: "I need to remind you again that the damage suffered by the author during this procedure is irreversible. Therefore, the author must protect his body."

Mu Wanwan's tone slowed down a lot this time: "I know! Thank you, 4391. You must have spent a lot of energy on this emergency. Now that you have finished conveying what you want to convey, go to bed early."

After saying that, Mu Wanwan was about to turn around and leave. She knew that 4391 would not rest, and she also knew that what she was about to face would not be that simple. But since she had agreed to 4391, there was no reason to give up halfway.

But as soon as she left the coverage area of ​​the program, she was pulled into the thick fog again.

Looking at the trumpet Rong Baichuan sitting in her sea of ​​consciousness, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but said: "You didn't come in while I was picturesque, right?"

The trumpet Rong Baichuan did not answer her question, but just pointed at the Nightmare and said: "I thought it would be shocking for you to wipe out the world with a sword, but I didn't expect that your sea of ​​consciousness would be so lively. Not to mention the inexplicable frame just now.

That mysterious thing of yours, you can also keep this nightmare in the sea of ​​consciousness! You are really a strange person."

After hearing this, Mu Wanwan sat down directly: "Is this what you came here to say?"

The trumpet Rong Baichuan immediately changed his posture and wiped his wrinkled clothes.

"Of course not, I'm here to talk about cooperation with you."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Cooperation? You use threats to talk about cooperation?"

Rong Baichuan was stunned, looked at Nightmare and Annihilation who were ready to beat him up at any moment, and said: "No, no, I didn't mean that. I was just sighing, why do you think I'm threatening you."

Mu Wanwan said calmly: "It has only been a few days, and the Six Yamas have already been forgotten? Is this how noble people forget things?"

Rong Baichuan smiled: "Miss Mu, please don't offend me. In order to cooperate with you, I even opened all the wounds for you." After that, the makeup on Rong Baichuan's face faded, and his blue-grey face was completely exposed.

come out.

"You really...drown..." Mu Wanwan said a little awkwardly.

Rong Baichuan said indifferently: "Rong doesn't want to hide things that everyone knows. But compared with this, I want to know more about what you think when you hear those people outside saying that I am such a person.

What’s the idea?”

Mu Wanwan was stunned by his question.

She has never been good at expressing her thoughts on other people's matters. If possible, she would rather listen to the person concerned before forming her own thoughts.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate: "I don't have any ideas. If you are willing to tell me your version, I think I will have an idea."

Rong Baichuan was shocked by Mu Wanwan's honesty, and then smiled brightly: "But Miss Mu, when you are willing to listen to someone tell things from his perspective, it means that you already believe him."

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly nodded: "Maybe, indeed, I am somewhat on your side. Because I don't believe that you were still painting before you were kicked out of the house, and your clear eyes told me that you should be

The last time we see you, you will be a bad person.

Although you may have already thought of how to deceive me when you first brought me into the picture, I still want to hear your own story about how the mistake was all yours. I don’t entrust my trust very much, but once I entrust it, I will always

I believe it, so...don’t lie to me.”

Rong Baichuan smiled a little desolately: "You are really different, obviously..."

Mu Wanwan interrupted him: "I listen to you telling the truth, not your heartfelt confession."

Rong Baichuan retracted his outward emotions and spoke carefully.

In this not-so-thick fog, he looked at Rong Baichuan's skinny body against a pale face with high cheekbones, slowly talking about memories that seemed to be mottled and gray in his memory.

Mu Wanwan listened carefully, and then she heard a completely opposite story.

Many, many years ago, there lived a poor scholar on Guli Street. This scholar could draw wonderfully, but in this ancient city where everyone was running for a living, no one would waste money on such things. So, the scholar

He could only live in endless poverty relying on donations from his neighbors.

A few years later, a very beautiful girl came to Guli City. She wandered around Guli City every day, and because of this, she saw the down-and-out painter.

Originally, at this time, the story would always begin with a talented man and a beautiful woman.

But they were just a transaction between the wealthy businessman in Guli City from the beginning.

At that time, Guli City was not like today. A general who passed by Guli City stayed at the home of a wealthy businessman. In order to please the general, the wealthy businessman thought of using a honey trap.

Just in case, she also thought about the possibility that the general liked men.

So, she began to wander around Guli City, looking for a young man who could be of use to her.

And Rong Baichuan was one of the chosen ones.