I'm the villain's own mother

The dim light that filtered through the window lattice hit Feng Yuan's bloodless face.

"Ahem." After all, he couldn't hold back the cough.

"Brother Yuan is awake."

Feng Yuan's door was suddenly pushed open, and dazzling light poured in. Feng Yuan stretched out his hand to block it, and then looked over with half-squinted eyes.

"Where's Awan?"

Song Zhujun smiled: "Don't tell me, this is the first time I saw someone who didn't even fully open their eyes and opened his mouth to ask where the other person was."

Feng Yuan curled his lips: "You have to thank me for helping you gain knowledge."

Su Hu suddenly took two steps forward: "Brother Yuan, have you been kidnapped? You started joking with us."

Feng Yuan said calmly: "Why, I can't joke with you anymore?"

Song Zhujun slowly put up a low stool and sat in front of Feng Yuan's bed. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to feel Feng Yuan's pulse: "Why can't you open it? If you ask me, your mouth should speak and stab others with a knife."

Feng Yuan's hand shrank back: "No need."

Song Zhujun looked confused and retracted his hand angrily.

"Forget it, Wanwan said that there was nothing wrong with you at that time. I guess you don't need me." Then she put away all the things. "By the way, Wanwan went back to her room. I saw that she looked bad, so I

Tell her to take a good rest."

Feng Yuan smiled and lowered his head: "Thank you very much."

Song Zhujun said nothing, just shook his head and walked out.

The door was closed, Feng Yuan slowly lowered his head, opened his cuffs, and exposed his wrists.

The originally light golden color has turned into a bright blood red. Where there was only one petal that was about to fall, it is now covered again by seven lotus petals.

He slowly covered his glowing red wrist with his other hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, and slowly leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the wood grain above his head in trance.

After a long time, I put on my clothes and opened the door.

Following the familiar path, he slowly walked to Mu Wanwan's door.

Just as he was about to reach out and push the door open, he suddenly remembered Song Zhujun's instructions. After thinking about it, he still used his spiritual power to penetrate the wall.

Mu Wanwan's room was no different from his. He picked up the low stool and slowly sat beside Mu Wanwan's bed.

Time seemed to go very slowly, but he knew that there was not much time left.

"Wake up quickly, wake up and talk to me."

Mu Wanwan felt such a voice coming to her ears, and she could clearly feel the difference between the two voices.

"Wanwan, wake up quickly. Talk to me when you wake up."

When is this?

The next second, Mu Wanwan was hit by a sudden burst of memories that hit her brain.

"Senior brother, look, aren't the jacarandas very beautiful after they bloom?"

"Senior brother, you go first, I will help you block Master and the others."

"Senior brother."

"Senior brother."

"Senior brother."

That's——

Her?

"Evil disciple, you are actually helping that devil! You are simply helping the enemy to do evil. You have become a fool of all the teachings taught by my master for so many years, right?"

"Junior sister, do you know how many people he has killed today, senior brother?"

"Senior sister! Senior sister! Senior sister!"

Mu Wanwan could feel the pain in her stomach and the coldness caused by the blood gradually flowing out of her body.

She sat up suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

The memory was so vivid that Mu Wanwan turned her head numbly and looked at Feng Yuan who was helping her.

"What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?" Feng Yuan looked at Mu Wanwan's dejected look and asked again.

Mu Wanwan reached out and touched herself, trembling all over: "I'm cold."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan quickly wrapped Mu Wanwan tightly with a quilt.

"What about this?"

Mu Wanwan was still trembling: "Cold."

Feng Yuan hugged Mu Wanwan into his arms and said softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be cold, I'm here."

Repeat over and over again.

Mu Wanwan finally calmed down: "I dreamed that I died in a hut in the mountains. The sword was so cold, my stomach hurt so much, and the blood kept pouring out. It was so cold, so cold, so cold.

It’s cold.”

Feng Yuan kept stroking Mu Wanwan's head: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just a dream, it's just a dream."

Mu Wanwan continued trembling.

"I'm so scared, I'm so scared of death, I'm so scared of pain. I'm also scared that you'll die, I'm scared that you'll all die!" At this moment, Mu Wanwan finally cried. "I really thought you were all books at first.

The words in it are dead when they are dead. When I wrote them, they were still

I was extremely excited and felt that I had found a unique sword. But when I came here, I watched you cry, I watched you laugh, I watched you walk with me through the darkness, and accompany me through the dawn. I will never be like this again.

I have an idea, I don’t want you to die."

Feng Yuan's hands were trembling a little, but they never stopped tracing Mu Wanwan's back.

"I won't die, no. Neither will they, and neither will you. It's just a nightmare for you. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

Mu Wanwan could hear Feng Yuan's gentle voice, but endless sadness welled up in her heart.

"You're lying. It's obvious that you're going to die soon. It's obvious that you'll be the first to die, but you're still lying to me." Mu Wanwan reached out and grabbed Feng Yuan's wrist.

Feng Yuan didn't have time to get out of the way, so he let her catch him.

After a long time, Mu Wanwan's mood really stabilized, and Feng Yuan slowly pulled out his hand.

But Mu Wanwan didn't let go. She just looked at the bright red seven-petal lotus on Feng Yuan's wrist and said slowly: "What is this?"

Feng Yuan smiled: "I said, I will not die. This is the immortality contract of the demon clan. As long as I have it, I can live as long as the caster."

Mu Wanwan remembered the man in black who appeared twice.

"That person is a demon?"

Feng Yuan thought for a while: "Don't worry, he used to be a sword cultivator. Do you still remember the story I told you about the Pengshan sword cultivator?"

Mu Wanwan nodded.

"He is that swordsman. He didn't find a way to resurrect the girl, but he found the magic to reshape the way of heaven."

"Reshape the way of heaven?" Mu Wanwan felt incredible.

"Yes, if you combine all the evil, dead, evil, ghost, and devilish energies in the world, you can overturn the law of heaven. The rules are written by the victor, so this can naturally be regarded as reshaping."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan's increasingly pale lips and said slowly, "Stop talking."

Feng Yuan turned to look at Mu Wanwan: "What's wrong?"

"Do you know how pale your face is? Do you know how pale your lips are? I will know these things sooner or later. Do you know that you are wasting your life now?"

Feng Yuan smiled after hearing this, and coughed twice as if his chest was affected.

"It doesn't matter. You knew earlier and prepared earlier."

Mu Wanwan said tiredly: "It's useless even if you say it now, he might be waiting for you to say it." She looked at Feng Yuan, paused and then said: "Besides, you know better than me.

You know, the real reason why he is fearless is because he is strong enough and because he can suppress all of us with his force."