I'm the villain's own mother

Feng Yuan was also confused: "Didn't you build a monument for A Di?"

Mu Wanwan pointed to Rong Baichuan's monument: "The two of them had a good relationship in the ghost town, so it would be good to stand together as companions now."

Feng Yuan didn't know what to say, so he could only stand aside and quietly watch Mu Wanwan work.

After all, for him, the memory of the ghost town was too shallow.

After Mu Wanwan finished her work, Feng Yuan opened her eyes slightly, saw the mud on Mu Wanwan's hair, and waved gently to Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan didn't know why, so she walked towards Jin Fengyuan.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand and slowly patted the soil down.

"There is mud."

Mu Wanwan's eyes widened: "In the past, you always used the dust removal technique directly."

Feng Yuan smiled slightly: "Now I think that is a waste of spiritual energy."

Mu Wanwan immediately teased: "Are you lacking spiritual power now?"

Feng Yuan reached out and took hold of Mu Wanwan's arm.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Wanwan was lifted up and sat on the tree.

"It's not lacking. I'll show you the spiritual power of the sunset here."

Mu Wanwan turned her head carelessly. The sun gradually set, and the sky was dyed bright red. The afterglow of the setting sun hit the top of the tree in the distance, dyeing the branches and leaves on the top of the tree golden.

"This sunset is so beautiful."

Feng Yuan's gaze turned from his wrist to Mu Wanwan: "Most of the sunsets in various places are the same, except the one in Tanhua Sect is different. The sun in Tanhua Sect is extra round and big."

Mu Wanwan turned to look at him: "You"

"Look, the sun has set."

What Mu Wanwan wanted to say was blocked in her mouth. When she turned around, she saw something different from the pink-purple sunset on Wanyun Peak. A sliver of orange came into view. Mu Wanwan couldn't describe the shock at that moment.

It wasn't until the moon slowly rose and the evening breeze subsided that Feng Yuan spoke again: "Let's go, I wasted your time, now I'll take you faster to the outside of Ayi City."

Mu Wanwan watched Feng Yuan's hair swaying slightly in the wind, and slowly said, "Don't you ask me why I want to go there?"

Feng Yuan smiled: "I still wanted to know before, but I don't want to know now. You should be free to go wherever you go. If you want to tell me, I don't need to ask."

Mu Wanwan didn't know why, but Feng Yuan's eyes were full of sadness when she said such beautiful words. She could only say in a daze: "You are different. You used to be very nice to me, but I always feel that

There will be some fakeness, I can feel your deliberate combing that others can't feel

Reason. I can’t tell when it’s real and when it’s fake. But now you, suddenly uncharacteristically, make me feel more like a broken jar. It doesn’t matter anymore, so I will truly liberate myself.

Come out. So, what else are you not telling me?"

Feng Yuan smiled softly: "It's nothing. If I have to say it, maybe I feel my own heartbeat."

Before the shock in Mu Wanwan's eyes dissipated, Feng Yuan continued: "Let's go, talk slowly on the way."

Zhan Chen moved so fast that Mu Wanwan could only see the shadows of the stars in the sky. She raised her head and opened her mouth again and again, but finally nothing came out.

When we landed, it was just dawn.

"This is too fast." Mu Wanwan couldn't help but admire.

"I used some little secret techniques." Feng Yuan put away Zhan Chen after saying that, and then slowly said: "What are you looking for?"

Mu Wanwan then said belatedly: "Do you still remember what happened when I tripped and fell when I first came here?"

Feng Yuan pondered for a moment and nodded.

"I stood up and continued walking. But after arriving at Wangshu Inn, when I was packing my things, I found a silver thread with mottled colored threads wrapped around it. It was an embroidery thread that had been caught. I

I don’t know how that embroidery thread stayed on my shoes for so long, but now that I’m thinking about it, I can’t help but think of another possibility.” Mu Wanwan paused here.

She felt that when the world in the book came to life, there were parts of the continent that were not covered by the descriptions in her book, such as this desert. Now that she thought of that embroidery thread, she couldn't help but think of Li Huan covered by the yellow sand.

She remembered that among Li Bei's only memories, Li Huan's favorite was this pattern embroidered with silver thread wrapped around colorful threads. But how could she tell Feng Yuan that this was not the world in her book, but two wonderful worlds?

fusion.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yuan asked.

Mu Wanwan came back to her senses: "Nothing. Just look for it, I want to find the bones."

Feng Yuan was stunned: "But it shouldn't be difficult to find. Things in the desert will change places from time to time."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan: "But I know you must have a way, otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here."

Feng Yuan looked at Mu Wanwan: "You make the best use of everything."

Mu Wanwan raised her eyebrows at him.

Feng Yuan shook his head helplessly and slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing him gaining momentum, Mu Wanwan silently took a step back.

"See you all!"

The strong wind suddenly picked up, and Mu Wanwan saw a red light flash in Feng Yuan's eyes.

"Found it." Feng Yuan's words followed Feng Yuan's cough.

Mu Wanwan took a few steps forward and supported Feng Yuan's shaky body. Looking at Feng Yuan's frown, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but ask, "How are you, are you okay?"

Feng Yuan smiled and waved his hand: "You can find it by walking forty miles to the west and digging ten meters down."

Mu Wanwan reached out and wiped the sweat from Feng Yuan's forehead.

"Are you really okay?"

Feng Yuan shook his head.

"You go ahead, I will catch up with you in a moment."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan's appearance, stood up and walked slowly towards the direction he said.

Feng Yuan saw Mu Wanwan walking away, and then slowly fell down.

Feng Yuan was sweating profusely at this moment, veins popped up on his forehead, the muscles on his cheeks were tense and trembling, and his lips were already bleeding from his wounds.

He was enduring pain that ordinary people couldn't endure.

After about half a moment, he slowly relaxed.

"Why do you have to embarrass yourself so much?"

The man standing under the moon, wrapped tightly in black clothes, asked this sentence with a compassionate tone.

Feng Yuan did not respond to him.

"Why are you so brave? It makes me very sad to see you like this. After all, I have high hopes for you. The color of the golden lotus on your hand is gradually fading. I have told you that your

Every time your spiritual power is overdrawn, your life will disappear. Obviously as long as you keep doing things for me, there won't be any problems."

Feng Yuan smiled and spared him to look at the moon in the sky.

"Suddenly I no longer want to live like that. In her mind, I shouldn't be like this."

The man seemed to have heard some joke: "Her idea? Her idea is to make you become like me."