I'm the villain's own mother

She first thought that Liu Wenmin had a conspiracy, but later she found out that it was Liu Chengfeng.

But now it seems that the manipulator behind it is actually the man in black.

Moreover, he clearly knows their movements and what choices each of them will make.

Everything now, just like what she had imagined before, was a trap set by him.

They are just toys in his trap, whether they live or die has no influence on him.

He doesn't even blink.

"Look at her pale face. She must be thinking, I want to kill them all. How could that happen? At least I will keep her. After all, she is still useful." The man in the dark looked through the clear water.

Looking at Mu Wanwan, she was holding a bird-teasing stick in her hand, playing with the birds in the cage.

"Watching the birds struggling in this cage makes me feel so happy." As he said this, he moved again and slowly moved to another cage, looking at the birds in the cage that were no longer struggling.

, he shouted outside: "Come here, kill this bird and crush its essence into pieces. It's really boring now."

The heavy door was pushed open at this moment.

It turned out that there was no one in the hall just now, and he had been talking to himself.

The visitor followed the instructions and took the bird out.

A faint glimmer of light shone in through the open door.

It was obviously broad daylight, but the dark sky made it feel even more evening than evening.

After closing the door, he extinguished all the lights in the hall.

His playful voice could be heard in the darkness.

"I'm going to find something interesting first."

Then, only a cloud of black mist was left on the spot, rising slowly. When he looked again, the figure of the man was no longer on the high seat.

Perhaps winter has arrived, and strong winds are blowing even in Qingyin Pavilion, a famous warm place in the south.

It was under this situation that Mu Wanwan looked up from the paper stained with fresh ink.

I forgot to close the window last night, so the strong wind blew on my face, my hair was messy, and papers flew everywhere.

She stood up, wondering why she slept so deeply, while getting up to find the papers again, and put them one by one in the order she wrote.

"Junior sister Mu, did you just open this window?" Meng Die, who was passing by, saw Mu Wanwan with his back turned to her and couldn't help but ask.

Mu Wanwan shook her head, barely keeping her mind clear, then turned around and rubbed her eyes.

"Perhaps I forgot to close the window last night. This morning I felt a chill while I was still dreaming."

Meng Die smiled lightly: "I'm afraid Junior Sister Mu is joking. I looked at the sky last night, and it looked like there was a strong wind today, so I paid special attention to it. Seeing that the lights in Miss Song and your room were still on, I came to remind you.

Man, you even had a few words with me at that time, and I also closed this window for you, have you forgotten?"

After Mu Wanwan heard what she said, there were several vague scenes in her mind, but they were not clear. For a while, she couldn't tell whether they were dreams or reality.

"Maybe I've been in low spirits these past few days, and I've forgotten a lot of things."

"Then my Anshen Pills came at the right time." Song Zhujun's voice reached the ears of the two of them.

Meng Die turned around and spoke slowly: "I've met Miss Song."

Song Zhujun took out a medicine bottle: "Ms. Meng has been very worried these days. When I made it for Wanwan, I also made some for you. When I woke up this morning, I was still thinking about who covered the window for me. Unexpectedly

I met her here. Miss Meng is so considerate, thank you very much."

Meng Die was a little at a loss, and quickly squeezed out a smile that was not very good-looking, and said lightly: "It's just a trivial matter, please remember it, Miss Song, and leave first."

Song Zhujun looked at Meng Die's somewhat panicked steps and turned to look at Mu Wanwan: "You Taiyan Palace people are always calm. Why did I only say a few words to Miss Meng? She seemed to have seen some terrible demon.

, messed up?"

Mu Wanwan stood up, opened the door bolt, and then looked at Song Zhujun outside the window and said, "Come in and talk."

Song Zhujun walked in quickly, and Mu Wanwan saw the ivory white cloak hanging on her arm.

"I just asked you, and you haven't given me an answer yet."

Mu Wanwan rarely showed mixed feelings of regret and longing.

"I guess I haven't figured out how to get along with you yet."

Song Zhujun was puzzled: "We are all together, what is there to think about?"

"The person I liked liked you before. How did she adjust?"

Song Zhujun was stunned: "She likes Jiang Yingsi?"

Mu Wanwan invited her to sit down at the table: "I don't even know how you fell in love with Jiang Yingcai's temperament. You can't say more than two words, but if you open your mouth, it's either to stab others or to make others look bad. If it's not so powerful,

, you may not know how you will be beaten, of course not."

Song Zhujun looked at Mu Wanwan and handed the cloak in his hand to her: "Looking at it, the weather in Qingyin Pavilion is about to change. I guess you don't have anything around to keep out the cold, so I brought you a cotton cloak.

After saying that, he spoke slowly: "I know Jiang Yingsi has a bad temper. But there is one thing about him that no one else can match."

Mu Wanwan also became interested: "Oh? How do you say it?"

Song Zhujun spoke slowly: "I may be a young lady, but my life is worse than that of Wang Buliuxing's servant. Over the years, so many people who have come and gone have never seen the secret emotions in my heart. But

He can always hit the mark, maybe even because of his experiences when he was young, so he can always take good care of me." At this point, Song Zhujun suddenly changed the subject: "Then who is the person you are talking about?"

Mu Wanwan spoke slowly: "Xiao Fengyu, he should have liked you since he came back from Lanying. But after those three years, too many things happened, and he could no longer be the same as before, so this love was replaced by

It’s buried deep in my heart.”

Song Zhujun reached out to check the temperature of the water in the cup, poured out the pills, and handed them to Mu Wanwan: "The water temperature is just right, drink the medicine."

Mu Wanwan took it and put all the medicine into her mouth.

"To tell you the truth, I also liked him before. But those three years were like a knife, scratching my heart raw and making me exhausted. Those beautiful things about love in the past are now

Faced with reality, nothing is left. When we meet again, it is on the outskirts of Caiyi Town, and he is not the only one who has changed with time."

Mu Wanwan drank the rest of the water, and Song Zhujun happened to pause.

"I really thought about my future with him before, but I gradually saw it clearly during Wang Buliu's journey. I no longer like the young man. Now I am looking forward to someone who can hold me in the palm of his hand. It's not that he can't do it.

Yes, it’s just that the burden on him is too heavy. The fate of Aoyunfeng is on his shoulders, so naturally he can’t really care about anything for me.”

There was a small noise outside the door, and Song Zhujun immediately said seriously: "Who?"

No one answered.

When Song Zhujun wanted to get up, Mu Wanwan stopped her.