I'm the villain's own mother

"In a sense, I have the same purpose as you. It's just that you just want him to die, but I don't just want him to die. So, I have paved the way for you. You see, it's all you

If you are familiar with someone close to you, all you need to do now is to agree naturally."

Song Zhujun's eyes filled with tears. He looked at Song Lanjun and held back the tears.

"Look at them, are they only familiar to me? Are they only close to me? They obviously love each other so much with you."

The trembling tone made this sentence sound fragmentary. If ordinary people heard it, they would probably feel heartbroken.

But Song Lanjun just changed his posture and stood, crossing his chest and looking at Song Zhujun.

"Song Zhujun, you don't need to do this to me. They are just ordinary people who have said a few words to me at most. I have worked so hard to make you a target of public criticism, but in the end you still can't defeat people's hearts. Only the Song family can do that.

What’s the use of believing in a utilitarian couple!”

At this point, Song Lanjun stopped, calmed down his emotions, and then continued: "I really envy you sometimes. You don't have to do anything, it's what the people want."

Song Zhujun didn't say anything, but Song Abao spoke up: "Sister, I always do things sincerely, but you, eldest lady, just treat us like ants from the beginning. Between people, who is fake and who is fake?

After getting along for a long time, you will naturally understand. The eldest lady has always blamed the alienation of the disciples and slaves in the sect on the young lady, but have you ever thought about it, it is you who have never shown your sincerity."

Song Lanjun was rarely silent. Song Zhujun shook his head at Song Abao and signaled him to stop talking.

The thorns on the ground seemed to come to life, and they all flew towards Song Abao.

Song Lanjun looked back at him.

"Perhaps you are right, I have never been sincere to you. But why should I be sincere to those who have hurt me? Is it because I am afraid that I have not lost badly enough or been hurt deeply enough?"

"Now you want to save the world again? You and I both know what we have done. Now your confession is quite scary, to be honest."

After saying this, Song Lanjun stretched out his hand to tear Song Zhujun's clothes, and then took out the blood that he got from nowhere, wrapped it in the black sand unique to the demon world, and smeared it on Song Zhujun's body.

"Stay here and wait for death. It will be bad luck to see you."

Seeing Song Zhujun grimacing in pain, she breathed a sigh of relief and handed the clothes to Song Zhujun.

"I thought I wanted it when I didn't get it, but when I tried so hard to get it, I felt it was boring. Thinking about it, it makes me happier to be dead."

"Sister."

Xiao Fengyuan was not angry after hearing this. He just spoke slowly: "I just want to remind you that your traces are too fake. Those Yezhu people who escaped recently are also active in this world. Good intentions are regarded as donkey liver and lungs.

Bad people like me deserve this."

Before she finished speaking, Song Zhujun heard the sound of breaking through the air behind her. She reacted quickly, but she was still numbed by Song Lanjun's whip.

Because white clothes look good on you.

"Don't stay here, Senior Sister, Senior Sister, it sounds annoying to me."

"I've been pulling him back and forth for so long. Are you going to get out? If not, I'll strangle him to death. I'll bring you another one tomorrow."

Song Zhujun faintly woke up on the second day. She looked familiar to Chen and wanted to sit up, but was affected by the wound on her left hand and lay heavily on the ground.

Song Zhujun walked over and handed the medicine bottle in his hand to Jing Shen: "Third Master Uncle, don't worry, this will all come to an end soon."

The thorns returned to their original positions, and Song Lanjun looked at Song Abao.

She only felt that her eyelids were heavy, and she didn't know if it was her imagination. She only felt a pain on the back of her neck, and a faint purple light flickered in front of her eyes.

Song Zhujun said slowly: "Let him go, I will go with you."

"You want the love of your father and mother so much and have spent so much effort on it, but why are you abandoning it now?" Song Zhujun's voice was dejected.

Maybe it's because the demons who died in the demon world are reincarnated and come back to see the familiar scenery.

"Why did you help me?"

"You never wear white clothes. Where do you get so many white clothes? I can also wear your black clothes, why don't you wear them for me?"

Song Lanjun felt irritated when he looked at Xiao Fengyuan.

It's going to be over, it's going to be over soon.

The wind in the demon world was as strong as ever, as if there were real souls crying. Song Lanjun was walking in it and suddenly felt relaxed.

As he spoke, he glanced at the half-dead Ming Zhao and Jing Shen over there, waved his hand, and the cage loosened a little more.

The thorns closed and Song Abao looked at Song Zhujun helplessly.

"Arc Branch, take your tentacles back."

Xiao Fengyuan lowered his head to hide the smile on his lips.

"What is the purpose of everything you do?"

Song Zhujun took it and asked Song Lanjun while putting it on carefully.

Song Lanjun ignored her.

Song Lanjun heard the sound and came in, holding a white coat that he didn't know where he got it from.

Blood slowly flowed down from her left arm, but after a moment, she felt dizzy. Looking carefully, the blood soaked her sleeves, dripping on the ground like running water.

"I don't understand why I was obsessed with you in the first place. I can kill hundreds or even thousands of people like you in a day."

"Why bother? If you give me two whips, I'm sure it will be more serious than what you are doing now."

Maybe it was to preserve his last trace of compassion.

But if she hadn't come to the Beast Control Sect, she might never know what it felt like to be loved.

She couldn't explain why.

Song Lanjun helped Song Zhujun walk away.

Before Song Zhujun could speak, Song Lanjun preempted him.

But just when he was about to touch her, Song Lanjun reached out to stop him.

"You did not stay in the Cangshan Sect but ran to the Beast Control Sect. Do you ever regret it?"

Song Lanjun looked at the thorn bushes behind him and continued: "What you said today, I took it as a joke."

She must have regretted it. If she had not been so persistent in pursuing things that were not hers, then the demon who really liked her would not have died.

Song Lanjun immediately answered: "You think I don't have this plan? I just don't want a few useless allies. Do you still have medicine? Give those two some more, I'm afraid they will die again."

The cage that trapped Song Zhujun opened suddenly. Song Lanjun sighed impatiently and pushed Song Abao inside.

The thorn bush slowly closed. Xiao Fengyuan looked at the cold-faced Song Lanjun and joked: "Let me see which cruel sister hurts my sister like this."

Because only people like you who have never lost the Taoist heart and have a heart for the common people are worthy of wearing that white suit.

After Song Lanjun finished speaking, he pinched Song Abao's neck, and then looked at Song Zhujun.

Xiao Fengyuan sneered: "It makes sense for us to collude together in the first place. Although we each have our own desires and purposes, in the end we all still exist in this world, and there is still room for redemption, but if..."

Song Lanjun still ignored him.

Song Lanjun still ignored him.

"Has there ever been a moment when you showed your sincerity to me?"

Song Lanjun looked at her.

"Let's go after you've packed up. The master is waiting for you."

He has returned to his former indifferent appearance.