I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 272 Secret Room

Acupuncture was indeed very painful, and no matter how good Mu Wanwan was in her concentration, all the pain was gone at the first injection.

The Immortal Binding Rope strangled her wrist until there were bloodstains all over it. If she pressed harder, it would almost break her wrist.

Song Zhujun felt distressed, and while giving her acupuncture, he helped her deal with the bloody grooves on her limbs caused by the immortal rope.

"Originally, acupuncture was harmless, but now you have evil energy in your body. In order to seal the evil energy, you naturally used some secret methods. But I still feel unbearable when I look at you. This heart-breaking pain makes me feel uncomfortable just listening to it.

What's more, you are now experiencing it with your own eyes. The curse seals that have been placed on your bloodline are temporarily sealed. If it backfires in the future, it will probably be much more uncomfortable than it is now."

Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun's expression and gradually restrained herself from fluttering. She said calmly: "Don't you believe me?"

Song Zhujun raised his head after taking the needle: "What?"

"This curse seal is on my blood. As long as I don't touch the evil heretics, I won't be backlashed, and naturally I won't feel so uncomfortable."

Song Zhujun smiled: "Yes, you are so afraid of pain."

Mu Wanwan thought for a while and said casually: "Speaking of which, why didn't you see Xiao Fengyu when you woke up this time?"

Song Zhujun was stunned for a moment, and the needle in his hand almost missed the point.

"What's wrong?" Mu Wanwan slightly amplified her voice.

"At that time, he finished presiding over Meng Die's funeral, went to say a few words to Master Meng, then turned around and left."

Mu Wanwan was confused: "Where have you gone?"

"I heard from my uncle that after you have made the curse seal, you still need to put the soft fire and solid snow on a piece of sapphire and wear it all year round to stabilize the curse seal. We have the sapphire, but we don't have those two things.

No."

Mu Wanwan said blankly: "So, he went to get Rouhuo and Jianxue?"

Song Zhujun nodded, then shook his head.

"Actually, that's not necessarily the case. He is probably feeling guilty at the moment. He didn't rush back in time to save you, and later he cut off Ying Si's arm after using dual domains. I think he didn't know what to do.

I’m facing you, so I took advantage of this to leave.”

Mu Wanwan sighed.

Then he said nothing again.

After Song Zhujun finished applying the needle, he held it for two more seconds, told Mu Wanwan to have a good rest, and took the needle back.

Mu Wanwan saved her head outside the quilt, looked at Song Zhujun's back and said, "You don't have to worry, he's a good person and everything will be fine. It's you who will be in trouble if you don't coax Senior Brother Jiang."

Song Zhujun glanced at her: "You don't have a straight face, and you make fun of me when you wake up. That's because your senior brother found the medicine for you. Even if you say he feels sorry for you, you still feel sorry for me."

Mu Wanwan was relieved to see her like this.

She was afraid that Song Zhujun would still have lingering feelings for Xiao Fengyu and betray Jiang Yingxi's sincerity.

Fortunately, Song Zhujun was able to carry it cleanly.

In fact, she has always been able to carry it more clearly than her.

"By the way, I remember you had a splitting headache at that time, but what did you remember?"

Song Zhujun's steps stopped, and then he moved forward: "I can't think of anything, it's insignificant."

Knowing that she didn't want to talk now, Mu Wanwan stopped asking.

After half a month of such treatment, Taiyan Palace finally played the funeral music and held a big funeral for the ancestor Lingshan.

Oddly enough, that morning, the snow that had been suppressed all winter fell suddenly.

In just an instant, the heaven and earth were dyed.

Mu Wanwan listened to the noise outside, stepped on the thick snow, held a plain white umbrella, and walked up to Liuyun Peak step by step.

Looking at the dense crowd, she didn't want to go any further for the first time.

As if sensing her emotions, Song Zhujun stroked her back.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Wanwan said softly: "You go ahead, I won't go."

So many people, whether from their own sect or from other sects, were walking forward. Only Mu Wanwan went against the flow of people and walked down the mountain.

She looked up suddenly, only to find that she had nowhere to go.

After much hesitation, he finally pushed open the door of Fengyuan Qinglian Residence.

She was holding a plain white umbrella and wearing plain white clothes, standing in the heavy snow, as if she wanted to blend in with the world.

The door to the study that I had never dared to open before finally found the opportunity to open it today.

The wood carvings that you can see are densely packed and the brilliance flows inside the room.

She walked in slowly.

They looked over one by one and said as they walked: "I still can't understand such mourning at this time. How sincere are the people who come? They just come here because of the name of their ancestors and just go through the motions. In the end, it's not even as good as

My apprentice died and I was sad. Looking at such a scene, I just felt tired. If I die, I will find someone to scatter my ashes, and I won’t force anyone who doesn’t want to come."

Her eyes looked at the rows of statues, and finally landed on the face of a red-lipped doll.

Among all the colorless wood carvings, only her mouth is stained with the slightest bit of bright red.

She looked closer and saw that it was human blood, which had been coated with oil and barely retained a third of its color.

If you look closely, this statue clearly shows the scene where she was waiting for Feng Yuan to wake up in Patriarch Lingshan's house.

Memories are like the wind, rushing towards my face.

The past, with Feng Yuan, and with the ancestors, made Mu Wanwan unable to breathe.

Tears fell to the ground one by one, and then she finally cried out in pain.

It's not that she's disrespectful and doesn't want to, it's that she's too respectful and thinks too much, so she doesn't want to see a trace of unwillingness in anyone's eyes.

After all, the pain that penetrates the bones can only be felt by those close to you.

When there was no one behind her, she suddenly remembered that the person who treated her so tenderly at that time had disappeared in the heavy snow.

Seeing that Mu Wanwan was in a bad mood, Song Zhujun was a little worried, so he followed Mu Wanwan's trail and found him. However, he stopped when he heard Mu Wanwan crying loudly.

So many days have passed since she woke up.

When someone talks to her, she responds with a smile.

If someone felt uncomfortable, she would laugh and make them laugh.

When someone complained to her, she listened with a smile.

Some people said she was miserable, but she just smiled and didn't answer.

But is she really smiling?

Now, a few people remember that her lover also died on the same day as her ancestor.

Everyone is paying homage to their ancestors, but what does this mean to her?

"Shh."

When Ah Chun was about to speak, Song Zhujun stopped him in time.

"Stop calling her. No matter who she is remembering at the moment, we'd better not disturb her."

After listening to Song Zhujun's voice transmission, Ah Chun also stopped outside.

"Speaking of which, the way Junior Sister Mu has been acting these days really makes me think she is heartless. Now for some reason, hearing her cry so sadly, I would rather she looked like she did before."

Song Zhujun smiled: "What about ancestor Lingshan, what about Feng Yuan? No one in this world has more say than Wanwan. And when Wanwan smiles, she is always ugly, isn't she? Her eyes are always crying, but

Everyone thought she was really smiling."

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