I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 287 Soul-inducing Nail

"It's not because I'm unreasonable. My daughter, who used to look calm and composed in the past, would still do such a thing that harms the world, not to mention that she is evil."

Song Wang looked into Mrs. Song's eyes and finished speaking bravely.

Mu Wanwan knew clearly in her heart that it would never be as Ji Kong wished.

The couple of the Song family have always been like this. Even if they suffer, they want other children to suffer more.

This kind of thing just happened to my daughter, and now I see that Mu Wanwan has restrained herself without biting her directly.

Jikong was even more calm: "So what does Master Song mean?"

Qing Hui took a step forward calmly, and Mu Wanwan lowered her head.

"Plant a soul-inducing nail, so that even if one day she is really out of control, we will have countermeasures." Song Wang did not speak, and it was Mrs. Song who spoke.

Mu Wanwan didn't have any extra expression, but the passion fruit exploded first.

"Soul Nail? You really dare to speak! How did your mother teach you? The Cangshan Sect was founded on benevolence. The master had long ago listed the Soul Nail as a forbidden method. Before his death, he strictly prohibited future generations from using this technique.

Dharma, where did you learn it from?"

Mrs. Song looked at Passion Fruit jumping and just smiled: "Senior brother, you think Renhe is more respected by the people in the world. That's your business, and I think it's right. But you can't force me. I, the Song family, do the same.

People like you. If one day there is an irreversible disaster, my Song family must at least have the means to save our lives, right?"

After Mrs. Song said this, she looked back at everyone with a half-smile.

Passion Fruit was furious and cursed loudly.

But the scene became increasingly quiet.

One side is absolute strength, the other side is a soft threat.

"I still think this method is too cruel. Master Jikong's method is better."

Fu Huaiying broke the silence.

Mrs. Song smiled: "You said it alone, it doesn't count."

These words are like water splashing into a pan of oil, making the surrounding area noisy.

Mu Wanwan suddenly thought of Feng Yuan, or Executive Officer Miao.

If he was still here, she shouldn't be able to hear these words now.

The soul-inducing nail is nailed to the strongest soul of a person, gradually eating away at it until the soul dissipates. It may seem like it is letting her live, but in fact it is prolonging her pain.

How painful it is, how painful it is.

No one cares.

Mu Wanwan smiled and the conversation gradually died down.

Jing Shen looked at Mu Wanwan.

"Plant it."

Mrs. Song had a smile on her lips and raised her brows: "There were hundreds of people in the audience, but no one could compare to Miss Mu's enlightenment."

Mu Wanwan only saw her making a seal with one hand and muttering something in her mouth, but within a moment, a long spike with a chill appeared in her hand.

Mrs. Song walked in step by step, and the corners of Mu Wanwan's mouth became more and more curved.

"Miss Mu, it hurts a little, you have to endure it."

"No! Mrs. Song, no!" was Song Zhujun's voice.

Passion Fruit wanted to reach out to stop him, but was trapped in a corner of the room by a disciple of the Cangshan Sect.

Song Zhujun passed through the crowds and finally saw clearly.

Mu Wanwan's hands were imprisoned by the disciples of the Beast Control Sect, making her whole body miserable and weak.

But he was still smiling at her.

"No! No! Mrs. Song!" Song Zhujun's tears kept flowing.

But Song Wang's hand that grabbed her wrist was like the strongest shackles in the world, and she couldn't break free at all.

He could only turn his head and look at his tough-looking father.

"Headmaster Song, please let me go, let me pass, let me pass, okay? That's a soul-drawing nail, it's a soul-drawing nail!"

The unbearable look in Song Wang's eyes only flickered for a moment before his hand was knocked off.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Yingsi.

Jiang Yingsi pushed Song Zhujun: "Go ahead."

Song Wang was shocked: "What are you doing! Do you know what will happen if she goes? If it's serious, she will die."

Jiang Yingcai placed a black tip on Song Wang's neck: "I know the consequences of this better than you do, but I am willing to respect her and make all the choices she wants to make. So, for the sake of your life, please don't try to stop her anymore."

Already."

Seeing Jiang Yingcai's face turned cold, no one dared to move forward for a while.

Song Zhujun shed tears, but she walked a few steps for as long as a century.

She watched helplessly as the soul-attracting nail got closer and closer to Mu Wanwan, and watched as Mu Wanwan shook his head at her.

But she could only look at her mother's back and beg one after another.

"Mrs. Song, please, please, let her go."

"Mrs. Song, that's a soul-attracting nail."

"Mrs. Song, how painful it is."

"Mrs. Song"

The last pride she could maintain was that even if she begged, she still wouldn't call her father and mother.

But that nail seemed to break her into pieces.

In my mind, I accidentally thought of the spell that Mrs. Song taught Song Lanjun when he was very young.

The picture was blurry, and she could only endure the headache and think about it over and over again.

I traced it according to the vague appearance in my memory.

"Aniang! That's a soul-attracting nail!"

The nail in Mrs. Song's hand became loose for a moment.

She didn't pay much attention to it, she just thought it was the first time in a long time that her daughter had called her mother, which made her feel a little at a loss.

But the next moment, she realized something was wrong.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Song Zhujun: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Song Zhujun's face was full of tears, but his smile was a little brighter than usual.

"I know, Mrs. Song. But you can't plant the soul-inducing nail. At least you can't plant it on her body. It will be too painful. Her life is already very difficult. If she does this again, she will die."

Mrs. Song's tone became even more aggressive: "If you continue like this, you will die. If you force the soul nail, you will be attacked. I won't bear half of it for you."

Song Zhujun ignored Mrs. Song and just kept chanting the curse.

Mu Wanwan felt much lighter, but when she saw the tears in Senior Passion Fruit's eyes, she suddenly reached out and took Mrs. Song's hand.

"It's really troublesome. It's so annoying and I have to do it myself."

The soul-inducing nail touched the soul, causing Mu Wanwan to curl up in pain for an instant.

But her hands were imprisoned behind her, and she had no room to break free.

Song Zhujun was bounced away by the soul-inducing nail and slowly crawled towards Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan's face turned very white, whiter than the snow in front of Qianyin Palace.

Song Zhujun slowly stretched out his hand and wiped away the blood from the corner of Mu Wanwan's mouth.

"Why?"

Mu Wanwan was in so much pain that she couldn't make a sound and could only shake her head with all her strength.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, and even snot flowed uncontrollably.

Mu Wanwan was like an embarrassed beggar who was executed in public. Everyone looked on with cold eyes and everyone hurriedly avoided it.

His vision went dark, and Mu Wanwan passed out.

"Wanwan."

Only then did Jing Shen speak, pushing Mrs. Song away with a worried expression.

Mu Wanwan's hands were put down, and her palms were torn apart by nails.

He was bleeding and slapped heavily on the ground.

Blood also oozed from the wound on his heart.

Jing Shen took Mu Wanwan into his arms.

Mrs. Song slowly walked to Song Wang and pushed Jiang Yingsi's sword away.

"It's not a good habit to treat people with swords."

Jiang Yingsi put the black tip back into its sheath and walked towards Song Zhujun.

But there was no mercy in his mouth: "My sword edge is never directed at anyone."

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