I'm the villain's own mother

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan and immediately laughed: "You are sick or not, don't try to change the subject. You must have called me out because you have something to say."

Feng Yuan stood aside and looked at Mu Wanwan with a very indifferent look.

Mu Wanwan became embarrassed for a moment. She had indeed lied, and Feng Yuan was right.

She was sick, she had been sick a long time ago, and she had been sick for more than ten years in the empty world. She was just used to pretending, and suddenly being exposed was like someone demolishing her house overnight, which made her very useless.

sense of security.

So she learned early on to wave her hands indifferently, chuckle indifferently, and tease indifferently.

Perhaps seeing Mu Wanwan's discomfort, Feng Yuan turned his gaze.

"I have indeed told you something when I asked you to come out. I suspect that the ancestor of Dao Dao Sect was already on the verge of death. There is a kind of Zhi Ling in the spirit genus, which is transformed from the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. It can revive people who are dying, but

He hasn’t appeared in the world for many years.”

Fengyuan's voice was very serious, not like a joke.

Mu Wanwan looked at him: "You said you haven't appeared in the world for many years. How can you be sure that the one possessing the ancestor of the Dao Dao Sect is the Zhi Ling?"

Feng Yuan spoke slowly: "I saw him about eight hundred years ago. That man was a Buddhist monk who injured his foundation while fighting. I don't know where he got the Zhi Ling from, and the Zhi Ling still had evil aura about it.

, he swallowed it without hesitation in order to survive. Within a few months, he recovered as before, and even the evil spirit in his body was eliminated. However, later, he did not live long, but the Zhi Ling disappeared.

"

Mu Wanwan thought for a moment and stumbled a little: "You mean that Zhi Ling has always been alive and even entered the body of the ancestor of the Dao Dao Sect by chance this time?"

Feng Yuan shook his head: "No, I don't think it is a coincidence."

Mu Wanwan listened to the faint worry in Feng Yuan's voice and said silently: "Is this also a secret that cannot be told?"

Feng Yuan smiled faintly: "I can only say this much. Of course, you can also think that I have started my main plot to lure you into a trap."

Mu Wanwan didn't care: "The temptation is the temptation. Anyway, I entered this trap voluntarily. However, I want to ask, where did you see this Zhi Ling eight hundred years ago?"

Feng Yuan pondered for a moment before slowly speaking: "Near Taiyan Palace."

Mu Wanwan was stunned: "Did you remember correctly?"

Feng Yuan spoke slowly: "You can't be wrong. That period of time is a rare and clear time in my memory."

Mu Wanwan didn't know how to answer these words, so she just looked at the moon and said: "I think we can't go back to Taiyan Palace this time. Regardless of whether this Zhi Ling is true or not, we are destined to go to the Daomen Gate.

This time."

Feng Yuan looked at Mu Wanwan with a complicated expression, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

After a while, the sky was filled with stars, and in the quiet night, there were only two or three unknown insects chirping.

"Let's go, it's late at night. You're not feeling well, so you should go to bed early."

As soon as Fengyuan said these words, Mu Wanwan coughed twice belatedly.

Seeing this, Feng Yuan quickly used his spiritual power to dry the wet parts on Mu Wanwan's body.

"Although in the realm of heaven, some of your injuries have been erased, and Mr. Song Zhu has also boiled medicine for you in the past two days to recuperate your body. But in the final analysis, your own body is too weak. Logically speaking, you are here

Taiyan Palace's body should have been different from ordinary people in the past three years, but now, I actually feel that any ordinary person can be stronger than you. I really don't understand how you live, and why you keep living longer and longer.

"

Mu Wanwan smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. When I take a good rest, I can change back again." After saying that, he coughed a few times, and Mu Wanwan turned to look at the moon. "

Let’s go.”

Feng Yuan slowly took off his long-sleeved shirt, took a few steps forward and put it on Mu Wanwan.

"This Xueyun gauze is the warmest. It just rained and it's still a bit cold. It's not good for you to wear something so thin."

Mu Wanwan reached out and pulled up her clothes.

"I'm just telling you why it's troublesome for people who don't wear big sleeves, but today they wear big sleeves, so they're waiting here."

Feng Yuan smiled: "I know you just woke up. After sleeping for such a long time, you inevitably want to come out for a walk, so I went to find Fu Huaiying and asked him to figure it out. Thinking about the mink fur I gave you at this time of year, you definitely don't want it.

I am willing to wear it, so I have no choice but to make this decision. Just have fun with it, I even took the big sleeves of Xueyun gauze when I came out."

Mu Wanwan wrapped her clothes again and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll just have some fun, thank you Ayuan!"

Feng Yuan looked at Mu Wanwan with shock in his eyes: "What did you call me?"

Mu Wanwan stopped walking down the mountain and turned to look at Feng Yuan.

"Ayuan."

The long black sleeves stretched across the floor, looking like a bottomless lake under the light. The candlelight reflected Mu Wanwan's face softer, and Feng Yuan saw the tenderness on her face that she had not seen for a long time.

Those two words hit Feng Yuan's ears like a seductive curse.

Feng Yuan was so excited that he seemed about to shed tears.

Something passed through endless time and gradually merged together.

"Ayuan."

At that time, she also called him that.

Mu Wanwan remained silent, turned around, and walked slowly down the mountain along the gravel road illuminated by candlelight.

Feng Yuan stood there, looking at Mu Wanwan's back, his eyes brightening and darkening.

"We agreed, you are you and I am me." Feng Yuan spoke with a hint of ferocity.

"Ayuan, aren't you leaving yet?"

The place where Mu Wanwan was standing now was blocked by the fog, making it difficult to see Feng Yuan clearly.

Feng Yuan raised his head and looked hard at Mu Wanwan through the heavy fog.

"I'm sorry." Feng Yuan opened his mouth, but these three words were lighter than the passing wind.

"Coming."

Mu Wanwan heard Feng Yuan's slightly joyful voice, and walked slowly towards her through the layers of fog.

When they got closer, Mu Wanwan suddenly said: "When you called me A Wan, I didn't say anything. Why did you become so angry when it was my turn to call you A Yuan?"

Feng Yuan smiled softly and reached out to tap Mu Wanwan's forehead: "How do you know I'm angry?"

Mu Wanwan answered naturally: "I'm not angry, do you really like it?"

Feng Yuan said helplessly: "Not bad."

"Then what if I call you Young Master Feng?"

"Okay."

"Why did I tell you to stay away?"

"It's a little strange."

"That's Senior Brother Feng."

"As long as you are happy."

"Then what if I follow the example of all the real people and call you Yuan'er?"

"Sounds like my mother."

"There is a slight resemblance. However, you are considered a character written by me. Since you are my child in my book, it is not wrong for you to call me mother."

"Then my life is so miserable, shouldn't you be considered my stepmother?"

"How can it be calculated like this? No matter how you say it, I created you, and I should be your biological mother no matter what."

The voices of the two people talking became more and more distant.

Under the moonlight, someone came out from behind them.