I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 319 Cuiwu

Chapter 319 Cui Wu

Song Lanjun clearly saw it, but he didn't stop.

The valley of thorns was everywhere, and Song Lanjun obviously slowed down her pace. The thorns under her feet seemed to have spiritual power, avoiding her toes. Even Song Zhujun, who was walking behind her, was not hurt by the thorns.

After walking forward for another half moment, Song Lanjun stopped.

"arrive."

After speaking, Song Lanjun released Song Zhujun's restriction on speaking.

"Song Lanjun! You will be stabbed a thousand times!!!"

After the words came out of his mouth, Song Zhujun realized that he could speak.

Song Lanjun was neither angry nor annoyed, and said coldly: "I am indeed a person who has been stabbed a thousand times. Now, can you walk into the cage I prepared for you?"

Song Zhujun stood still and did not move. Song Lanjun then spoke.

"Of course, you don't have to go in, just for fear that others will come here and see you, and it will be bad for me. Besides, I sent you here for a reason."

Song Zhujun couldn't help but have a look of confusion on his angry face.

"What reason?"

Song Lanjun raised his head, and Song Zhujun looked up in the direction of her gaze, and then saw the three people locked tightly in the thorn cage.

In the past, I was a world-famous person, but now I am miserable in the world.

"I've found three companions for you. I'm a pretty good sister, right?"

After Song Lanjun finished speaking, she reached out and touched the green thorn shoots in front of her.

Seeing her expression, Song Zhujun felt his emotions boiling in his heart, but he couldn't find a way to vent his emotions.

After all, she still couldn't bear her sister. No matter when, even if Song Lanjun wanted to roast her and eat her, she would kill her.

"It's nothing more than murdering people, you are more cruel than in the palace."

Song Lanjun waved his hand to brush away the thorns, and raised his head to look at Song Zhujun with a sneer.

"My dear sister, I am just telling you with practical actions that if you continue to have illusions about me, you will die miserably."

As she said this, she looked at the sky and involuntarily threw Song Zhujun into the cage.

"I hope you are all still alive when we meet next time."

The thorn bushes slowly closed, and the cage where Song Zhujun was in shook slightly. She lost her balance and leaned on the thorns. The pain she imagined did not come. She turned around and saw that the thorns had retracted the thorns growing on the inside.

She didn't have time to think about this, she looked at Jing Shen and the other three people not far away and shouted.

"Master Hanpo, Master Mingzhao..."

"Master Cuiwu... Master Mingzhao..."

"Master Hanpo..."

"..."

It took a long time for Jingshen to turn his head to look at her, and his voice was a little weak: "Why is Miss Song here?"

Song Zhujun did not answer her immediately, but said, "Are you okay? Are the other two real people okay? I have prepared a lot of medicine here. Do you need any?"

Jing Shen reached out and pushed Ming Zhao.

"Brother, wake up."

Ming Zhao opened his eyes weakly, and turned his cloudy eyes before finding where his gaze landed.

"Junior sister, can we still go out? The thorns absorb the spiritual power so hard that I can't hold on anymore."

Jing Shen didn't answer him, but kept pushing Cui Wu.

"Junior brother...Junior brother...Fifth junior brother!"

There was no movement, not even an eyelid raised.

Maybe Ming Zhao was really weak and didn't even realize what it meant. Jing Shen suddenly felt a chill on his back.

She tremblingly stretched out her hand towards Cui Wu's nose.

There is no breath.

Before she could react, her body instinctively shed tears.

"Cui Wu, wake up. You told me yesterday that your disciples at Cui Yun Peak have no one to teach you. Get up quickly. Get up quickly. If you don't get up, what will happen to the disciples at Cui Yun Peak?"

When saying these words, Jing Shen was unexpectedly calm. Except for the constant flow of tears, his expression and voice were colder than usual, or closer to a command.

But Cuiwu made no move.

Ming Zhao also realized it at this time. He looked at Cui Wu and his whole body froze. Even when his back was pierced by thorns, he couldn't react at all.

Song Zhujun also calmed down at this moment. She knew that the two people in the cage except Master Cuiwu should be in need of medicine that can stabilize their spiritual bodies, but now is not a good time.

Tears snaked down his neck, and Song Zhujun wiped them away.

Among all the people in Taiyan Palace, the one she met first was Master Cuiwu.

Master Cuiwu was considerate and enthusiastic, always cheerful, and treated everyone equally well. No matter when he was occasionally in Jiangxiang Hall or finally in Taiyan Palace, he always gave her a lot of care.

But this person who was both a teacher and a friend to her died in front of her.

Only then did Song Zhujun realize that after so many years, she was used to seeing so many life, separation, and death in the world, but she still couldn't accept the death of someone close to her.

It took a long time before Song Zhujun spoke hoarsely.

"Both of you, please don't be too sad. The deceased is gone, and those of us who are alive should also live well. These are some pills to stabilize the spirit body. Take it. Uncle Fifth Master has a spirit in heaven, and he won't want you to

Like him, trapped and dead in this cage of thorns."

Jing Shen looked at Song Zhujun with eyes swollen from crying.

Song Zhujun threw the small bottle containing pills in their direction, but when he was still one step away, it fell to the ground.

Jing Shen smiled bitterly.

"It's destiny, it doesn't matter, Miss Song, it will be over once you carry it, you don't have to worry too much."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jing Shen felt something sting her on her numb hands. She turned around and saw the delicate thorns wrapped around the medicine bottle and climbing up the vine behind her.

She reached out and took the medicine, and the thorn slowly returned to its original place.

After taking a few pills and waiting for a while, I felt that my body, which had been weak for several months, had regained half of its strength.

But at hand was the body of Master Cuiwu... Mingzhao couldn't help but sigh.

"Among us, the fifth junior brother is the youngest, but he is the first to leave."

…

There was only silence in response to him.

Master Cuiwu's spiritual body was damaged and his spiritual power was stagnant. He could barely maintain his realm over the years. Therefore, after hundreds of years, he looked older than Taoist Qinghui.

But without this experience, he would have been able to live with them for hundreds of more years.

The sound of thorns unfolding was accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps.

Song Zhujun turned around and saw a disciple of the Cangshan Sect being thrown to the ground.

"Hey, it's quite lively."

With a familiar flavor in his tone, Song Zhujun looked at the person, and sure enough...

"Xiao Fengyuan..."

Song Zhujun's voice was very soft, but it still attracted a few eyes.

"Senior sister?"

Song Zhujun lowered his head and saw a familiar face.

"Xiao Liu?"

Xiao Fengyuan sneered at the situation: "Do you know each other? It seems that Song Lanjun arrested the person because he was optimistic about it."

Song Zhujun didn't even look at Xiao Fengyuan, he just stared at Xiao Liu.