I'm the villain's own mother

The process of apologizing was long and boring. Mu Wanwan wanted to go back to the house to sleep. After all, Mu Wanwan had seen and learned too many things in the past few days.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan raised her head and looked at Feng Yuan.

The voices of so many people around her were like pebbles thrown down a cliff. Although they were still rolling down the cliff, the sounds gradually disappeared.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm not apologizing to you." Feng Yuan's voice was particularly clear in the noise. Mu Wanwan thought that maybe she could really feel the vibration in Feng Yuan's chest at this moment.

"There's nothing interesting here. I don't care what I do, whether I will become a demon, or how they treat me. I'm not here to prove that I'm a good person." Mu Wanwan paused: "Besides,

Okay, where do so many pure good people come from in this world? Everyone has their own desires. It’s good if they don’t harm others, and it’s even rarer to be able to help others. When I think about it, it’s not impossible for me to become a devil one day.

possible."

Feng Yuan smiled: "That's what it sounds like, but you don't know how to do it."

Mu Wanwan raised her head, but she could not clearly see the look in Feng Yuan's eyes.

"Miss Mu, I'm sorry, although I think this time it can end successfully with you here, but I still think that you holding the evil sword is a hidden danger."

Mu Wanwan looked at the chubby Beast Controlling Sect disciple in front of her and smiled slightly: "You have to think like this all the time, maybe I will become a demon in the future." After saying that, she looked around and said, "I think so.

Everyone has finished apologizing, let’s discuss another matter.”

Mu Wanwan's weak voice was right next to her ears. Before anyone could speak, Ji Kong suddenly stepped forward: "Miss Mu, please speak."

"Ahem."

What preceded the words was a slight cough.

"When I fell into the Vanluo River, I accidentally saw something. There would have been no movement in the ghost town, but just three years ago, the relics at the top of the stupa were lent. Some people escaped from the stupa.

The resentful soul accidentally ran into the ghost city. After learning that the barrier of the stupa was unstable, Li..." Speaking of this, Mu Wanwan turned a corner. "The ghost king planned to use the method of opening the stupa to release him.

General Soul."

The scene was silent, and everyone had a vague suspicion in their hearts.

"Although this does allow the Ghost King to have more spiritual power to subdue the returning general and reduce our casualties, the timing of the loan of this relic is still too coincidental."

"Amitabha, this relic was borrowed from the exit of the Great Avenue Gate."

Mu Wanwan naturally knew, after all, when she met Fu Huaiying in Su Yuan, Fu Huaiying had already mentioned it.

At that time, the plot of Su Yuan's Blood Demon came suddenly, and even the appearance of Fu Huaiying seemed so coincidental. It was as if someone had to appear and reveal a piece of news to them. What made people even more confused was that

, later she just thought about it, and the turtle-catching incident in Pingzhou that was not included in the book still happened. It was like deliberately blurring her memory. The people behind the scenes knew everything, dominated everything, and had the ability to change everything.

——

It can even control outsiders to modify the metadata of the work.

An inappropriate name came to her mind, Feng Yuan,

But at this moment, she looked at the soft-faced person next to her and couldn't say anything more.

"I remember that at that time, our ancestors from the Dao Sect were attacked by the evil spirit of the mountain spirit. It happened that the spirit was afraid of Buddhism, so we asked to borrow the relic. I remember that it was sent by Master Jingkong at that time."

Jikong smiled: "That's right. At that time, I lived in Daodaomen for a period of time to drive away evil spirits for my ancestors."

"What about the ancestors of Daodao Sect now?" Feng Yuan suddenly said.

When Fu Huaiying heard this, he put away the smile on his face: "Unfortunately, Master Zeng became an immortal a year ago."

Feng Yuan nodded clearly and looked down at Mu Wanwan: "Don't you think it's boring here? I'll take you out for a walk."

Mu Wanwan nodded.

After leaving the main hall, Mu Wanwan felt that her body felt much better.

After all, the space in the hall is small and there are many people. The fragrance that fills the room cannot be dispersed, which makes people feel panicked.

Feng Yuan took Mu Wan to the back mountain at night, when the bright moon hung high.

After the collapse of the stupa, although few people came here, small lamps were still lit on the roadside. The soft light shone on the ground, reflecting the paved stones dimly, and even the grass beside it was reflected with little orange light.

.

The mountain behind Tanhua Zong is full of pines and cypresses. During the day, you can see a patch of green. Since it is already dark now, you can only see the fine and zigzag outlines of the pines and cypress leaves under the moonlight.

At this moment, Mu Wanwan smelled the slightly bitter aroma of pine and cypress, and felt much relaxed all over.

I didn't even take two steps to lift my skirt when I was hit on the head by falling raindrops.

"Fengyuan, it's raining."

Feng Yuan saw nothing in his eyes and slowly stretched out his hand.

Long and tall, he has his own style.

Fengyuan rarely wears large sleeves on weekdays. Today, for some unknown reason, she wears a black large-sleeved shirt. I don’t know what kind of material it is made of, but there are some subtle lines on it. At this moment, it looks like water waves under the light of the small lamp.

Slowly rippling over him.

Even if the outstretched hand is illuminated by the candlelight, it does not become dull. Instead, under the radiance of the small lamp, it seems to be coated with a layer of brilliance.

Perhaps at night, everything a person looks at seems to be endowed with special emotions. Mu Wanwan even felt that Feng Yuan's eyes contained overwhelming tenderness and attachment.

Raindrops fell on the small paper lamp, and the wick flickered.

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan in trance.

"It's raining, are you still going forward?" Feng Yuan arrived in front of her before she knew it.

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan and blinked. In the process, the small red mole became more and more eye-catching.

In the face of beauty, even Mu Wanwan couldn't help but say: "The little mole on your eyelids is so beautiful."

Feng Yuan smiled: "Is it nice there?"

Mu Wanwan responded: "I can't tell. Maybe you are already good-looking, and this little mole is just the icing on the cake."

Feng Yuan came closer and said, "It turns out it's because I'm good-looking." There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in his tone. "But speaking of it, this little mole has never been a good thing for me."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan's face and was stunned.

"Why?"

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand towards her: "Because, all my sufferings are caused by it. Everyone thinks that this little mole on me is not a good place."

Mu Wanwan watched Feng Yuan's hand getting closer and closer, brushing her ear and going behind her. She was startled and took a step back.

"I think this little mole is very good. You see, as long as you open your eyes and look at people, this little mole disappears. As long as you close your eyes, it appears again. Isn't that what it means: when you see it, there is nothing, but when you think about it, there is something.

Really? Think about it, is that so?"