I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 212 Shenxiao Jiangque

Su Hu shrugged helplessly: "They are always making fun of me anyway."

Feng Yuan also walked in with a plate: "I dare not say that, we are all kidding."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "What did you do?"

Fu Huaiying took two steps forward with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, paused again, turned around and said slowly: "He woke up before me and said he wanted to use our kitchen to make food." He pointed to the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand. "

He also taught this."

Mu Wanwan reached out and took out a chestnut cake and put it into her mouth: "The ones you make are more delicious."

Su Hu also ran over quickly and wiped his hands on his sleeves: "It's been a long time since I've eaten. I haven't tasted Brother Yuan's craftsmanship for a long time."

Feng Yuan waited for Su Hu to hold his tongue, then said, "Your sleeves may not be as clean as your hands."

Su Hu lowered his head and looked at his sleeves, and sure enough he saw that they were full of dust.

The satisfaction on his face from eating the chestnut cake froze for a moment. After a second thought, he smiled freely again: "It's not unclean, you won't get sick after eating it. You don't want to waste food. If you waste it, Senior Brother Jiang will hack me to death."

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Mu Wanwan watched Fu Huaiying approach Huaiyu with a smile. Seeing that she was fascinated, Su Hu also turned his head and looked over.

"Oh, uncle! I like this cake too."

Mu Wanwan smiled and said, "He called me before I could even say my horoscope." He took the cake and handed it to Liu Wenmin: "It tastes really good. Do you want to try it?"

Liu Wenzhen looked at Mu Wanwan's expression that had not changed at all and slowly took it.

He took a bite and said softly: "It's a bit sweet."

Mu Wanwan didn't care at all: "Everyone has his or her own taste. Eat more sweet things. The aftertaste is only when it is bitter."

After saying that, Mu Wanwan walked towards the door.

The sunshine outside the door was bright, making tears flow from her eyes.

Along with the tears came a sudden depression.

"Hello author, after testing, the copy of Siluo City has ended. Due to the efforts of the city lord of Siluo City, the two worlds have reached a relatively good unification."

The brewing emotions were suddenly interrupted by 4391, and Mu Wanwan couldn't help but say: "Why did you come out suddenly? If I don't go to you, can you come out on your own?"

"Author, have you forgotten that 4391 is here to monitor you?"

"But you haven't been like this a few days ago. Don't you feel that where you appear now is very superficial?"

"Author, please." At this point, she paused. "I'm sorry, author, there should be a problem with the program. I will report it as soon as possible and solve it as soon as possible."

Mu Wanwan breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's okay, just keep your voice down from now on."

"Okay, author, I won't speak again after 4391 unless necessary."

Mu Wanwan nodded, leaned against the door to bask in the sun, and closed her eyes.

"Where is Wanwan?" A moment later, Mu Wanwan heard Song Zhujun's voice inside.

She opened the door and walked in: "Here."

Song Zhujun frowned and looked at Ah Xuan in his arms: "Is he, Elder Su, okay?"

Mu Wanwan knew what every pause in her words meant. She sighed slowly and reached out to brush the fluff on Ah Xuan's face: "It will be fine, and it will be fine in the future."

Song Zhujun's body, which was sitting upright, collapsed for a moment.

"Obviously they just met each other"

Mu Wanwan glanced around, and finally focused on Liu Wenmin.

"She knew what she wanted, from beginning to end."

There is no need to say anything else, Song Zhujun knows what she is talking about.

Seeing Liu Wenxuan's lowered head, Mu Wanwan knew that she also knew what she was talking about.

The Siluo City incident has come to an end, and the entire Dao Dao Sect is immersed in the sadness of Elder Su's death, even Elder Fu who has found his daughter is no exception.

So when they asked to leave, no one at Daodao Gate cared.

So in the early morning two days later, they walked out of the avenue gate in the dim light cut off by the clouds.

Yes, Avenue Gate.

From now on, there will only be the Great Avenue Gate.

Mu Wanwan lay on the roof of the flying boat with her eyes closed, listening to the Fu family siblings saying goodbye to their father.

It seems that she has never had this kind of feeling that lasts for a long time.

Speaking of which, they didn't invite Fu Huaiying when they left this time, but Fu Huaiying still chased after him.

"Isn't the scenery on the roof of the flying boat particularly beautiful?" Feng Yuan slowly settled down and sat next to Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan raised her eyelids and glanced at him.

"Not really, I just enjoy this feeling of freedom."

Feng Yuan said nothing and slowly lay down.

"Then I also feel the feelings."

"Yu'er, take these spirit stones and buy some more spirit clothes to wear. Although you are a swordsman, you still have to dress up beautifully."

"Dad, I've been used to it for so many years."

"No, you have to hold it, and this. These are the talismans I carved overnight, hold them for self-defense."

"Dad, I still have senior brothers and sisters."

"Take the money, too. When we go out and see some gadgets we like, we have to buy them. We can't treat ourselves badly."

"father"

"Dad, where's mine?"

"Go away, you are a man, you have hands and feet, what kind of spiritual stone and silver do you want? Dad doesn't have any."

"What about the talisman?"

"Don't you know how to draw yourself?"

"My paintings are not as good as yours, can you give me two of them too?"

"Okay, this is all for you."

"Dad, I'm leaving."

"Fu Huaiying, you are here to help your sister run away."

"Dad, take care of yourself, my sister is with me."

The flying boat flew up to the sky with Elder Fu's mumbling voice, and Mu Wanwan reached out and touched Liuyun.

"I am used to seeing parents like Song Wang and Mrs. Song, but I have forgotten that there are such parents in this world. It is really enviable."

Feng Yuan still closed his eyes. After listening to Mu Wanwan's words, he slowly said: "Life will not always be miserable."

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes and turned her head, looking at the mole on Feng Yuan's eyelids, and reached out to tap it.

"No, at least it's still sweet now."

A smile appeared on Feng Yuan's lips, and he reached out to hold her in his arms: "Yeah, it's sweet."

Mu Wanwan felt the vibration from Feng Yuan's chest and closed her eyes with satisfaction.

"Sister Wanwan? Brother Yuan?" Su Hu's voice came.

"They can't be here." Huaiyu said softly.

"I heard their voices just now. I can't hear them wrong."

"There is no one here, maybe you heard wrong. Let's go, my brother is still waiting for me to come over."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

There were no obstacles along the way, and it only took more than half a month to get from Daodao Gate to Qingyin Pavilion.

When they arrived at Shenxiao Jiangque, Liu Wenxuan spoke for the first time.

"I think this is your first visit to our Shenxiao Jiangque. As the host, I will treat you to a meal. Go to Qionglou. The Qiyao soup in Qionglou is very good."

"Miss Liu has changed her temper today."

Maybe Liu Wenmin usually poured cold water on others a lot, and even Su Hu, who usually had a good temper, spoke with thorns.

(End of chapter)