I'm the villain's own mother

Mu Wanwan turned around at this moment and happened to see Jingong who had just left Shanshui Lake. He saw Jingong stretching his feet and stepping into the Fanluo River. Even though he was controlled by Li Huan's puppet strings, Jingong's pace was still unbearable.

He stepped back. The Buddhist cultivator who used to be solemn and majestic in the past was now described as embarrassed.

Li Huan felt Jikong's resistance and tugged hard. Mu Wanwan saw Jikong plunge into the Fanluo River. Mu Wanwan sighed.

Li Huan tightened the thread in his hand, glanced at Mu Wanwan's frown, and couldn't help but said: "You can't bear to part with it? No wonder you will be used by them. After all, we should be on the same front.

, after all, it’s all about overturning the ridiculous way of heaven in this continent.”

Mu Wanwan spoke slowly: "If it could be overturned, you would have overturned it long ago. Why wait until now?"

Li Huan thought for a while and said proudly: "If the six races join forces, let alone the way of heaven, it is not a bad idea to live in another world. Although the demon race was eliminated twelve years ago, it is not impossible for the remaining five races to join forces.

Moreover, the ghost clan has woken up, will the other four clans be unable to wake up? This day will not be too far away. I advise you to surrender to the enemy as soon as possible, and I can still save your life by then."

Mu Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled, then said lightly: "Let him go."

Li Huan was a little angry: "I told you about the great cause of my five clans, and you told me to let that monk go?"

Mu Wanwan nodded: "Yes, let him go."

Li Huan smiled cruelly, and Mu Wanwan felt the chaos under her body stop.

"What are you going to do?" Mu Wanwan was a little flustered at the moment.

The Lihuan activist held his own hands with a cruel smile on his lips: "I heard that there is a kind of puppet show in the world. You tie silk threads to the bodies of wooden puppets and make them do various actions. I wonder if you have seen it."

Mu Wanwan pinched Li Huan's forearm, which was about to cause trouble: "Stop."

Li Huan stopped moving until he turned to look at Mu Wanwan: "Don't you think you spoke too late? When I first said I wanted to help you vent your anger, you didn't refuse."

Mu Wanwan's hand on Li Huan's arm did not relax, but squeezed tighter.

"I am a human being, of course I have all kinds of emotions. There is no reason for me to be completely taken advantage of from head to toe. I am still grateful to him. Also because I am a human being, I still have compassion and do not want to see others suffer.

"

Li Huan moved his arms, but did not break away: "Let me go, you are holding on too tightly."

Mu Wanwan silently let go: "Why don't you break away?"

Li Huan rolled his eyes, sat down again, and sighed: "If I broke away, you would be in the Van Luo River now."

Mu Wanwan smiled, and then said lightly: "Can we let him go now?"

Li Huan angrily tugged on the puppet string, and Mu Wanwan saw Jikong rolling back and forth in the Vanluo River a few more times before being dragged onto Chaos' back.

Looking at Jikong's face full of pain, Mu Wanwan was the first to speak: "Master Jikong, I'm sorry."

Jikong's voice was weak, but he still maintained his usual calm: "Does this make Donor Mu feel more relaxed?"

Li Huan frowned: "Is she still feeling comfortable? Now that she has really seen your embarrassed look, she might rather be the one who was tied up by me. I am curious, don't you have compassion for the Buddha?

? I don’t think anything

Are people considered innocent when they die at our hands? How come when we use her and the people she writes, do we completely forget that we have compassion? How do we completely forget that they are also innocent? How come we are not as enlightened as a mortal?

Woolen cloth?"

Jikong took a few deep breaths, and Li Huan also retracted the puppet string.

Mu Wanwan looked at Li Huan and lowered her head silently.

There was no movement for a long time, and Mu Wanwan turned her attention to the flowers on the banks of the Vanluo River. The flowers looked like lotus flowers, but they were a rare dark blue. When she looked carefully, there were no lotus pods inside.

Li Huan also followed her gaze at this time.

"That's the Gusi flower. It grows on the nourishment of the evil thoughts of ghosts and ghosts in the Fanluo River. One Gusi flower covers half of the Fanluo River. However, after so many years, this is only the second one. A few years ago, the first one was inexplicable.

It was gone, I searched for it for a long time, but finally couldn’t find it, so I had to leave it alone.”

Mu Wanwan suddenly asked: "What will happen if I pick it off?"

Li Huan looked at Jikong: "Do you want to know? Let me pick it for you and put it on him to see?"

Mu Wanwan shook her head.

Li Huan pouted: "Disappointment." Then he reached out and patted Chaos. "Let's go."

After crossing the Van Luo River, the place where you entered was pitch black, with a moist mist blowing in your face. You could only faintly see fluorescent lights in the corners.

At this time, Li Huan snapped his fingers, and Mu Wanwan saw a cluster of will-o'-the-wisps, dimly illuminating the faces of several people here. Taking advantage of the blue-green light of the will-o'-the-wisps, he could faintly see what looked like a substantial mist drifting past his eyes.

"Who is it? Who is it?"

"Can't see clearly. Can't see clearly."

"That female ghost is back again."

"It seems so, it seems so."

There were whispers in her ears, and Mu Wanwan saw scattered tiny lights slowly coming together.

Li Huan raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, touched the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, and blew lightly. Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a strong wind.

"Ouch, my hair."

"It must be her. Only she can make the wind blow in this windless place."

"Run, run, the female ghost is back!"

Mu Wanwan felt surprised, watching these tiny points of light gathering and scattering, scattering and gathering again.

The voice next to her became calm and cold. Mu Wanwan turned her head, and the Li Huan in front of her face had changed into a different look.

Dressed in red, this dark place was reflected with a bit of light.

"This is Jiang Abyss, the death place of the entire Yama Temple. No one is allowed to set foot there without my permission. This includes the invisible wind, the misting rain, and even a ray of light from the outside world."

Mu Wanwan looked at Li Huan's red pupils.

"What about them? Those talking lights?"

Li Huan casually dispersed the gathering lights: "Ghosts need to have some fun, otherwise it will be so difficult for a thousand years. These little guys came to my door to be bullied by me, and I don't have to do it.

Bully them."

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but answered: "Then what are they?"

"It's a fungus."

Mu Wanwan was stunned, Li Huan smiled and waved his hand, and Jiang Shenyuan changed his appearance.

The original darkness was filled with green. At this moment, she felt like swimming in an ancient forest. Under the tangled roots of the trees, she could indeed see various fungi. Perhaps because of the bright light at this moment, the light on them changed.

It's much bleaker.

Chaos walked in this dense forest, its feet stepped on the thick moss, and sometimes broke a few branches, making a "clacking" sound.

After walking around the dense forest, Mu Wanwan saw Li Huan's residence.