I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 33 Symbiosis (1)

Feng Yuan followed closely and walked out. Su Hu was still talking with everyone beside her, but Mu Wanwan could no longer hear her.

Zhang Yunzhi, the ancestor of Lingshan, was the ceiling of combat power in the early stages of this book.

Everyone guessed that he had become an immortal.

This is indeed the case.

But now he is just a nightmare, and he has taken action himself.

Mu Wanwan didn't know why, but her intuition was that it had to do with program repair.

Feng Yuan followed the ancestor into his room.

Before the ancestor could speak, he simply knelt down.

"Master."

Patriarch Lingshan touched his beard and sighed.

"Is this how you save people? Save yourself with all your cultivation? It's hard for me to say this in front of that girl, but how could you do this to yourself?"

Feng Yuan lowered his head and said nothing.

"You said you cultivated to save people. I saw that your eyes were firm and didn't look like you were lying, so I agreed to accept you as my disciple. Although I have always put you in the name of my great disciple, in the end I am the one who preaches to you.

The master who taught me my teachings. Now that I see you have lost all your cultivation, why don’t you, my master, feel heartbroken?"

Feng Yuan lowered his head: "Master, I really understand that I was wrong."

After saying this, Feng Yuan fainted on the spot.

It was true that Feng Yuan came back to save people, but the price was his life and the backlash that was painful to the bone marrow.

And he has been hiding well all these years simply because no one who needed his rescue showed up.

But now it's just that they appear one after another, and everyone is worried.

What's more, now that Feng Yuan has exhausted all his body, and coupled with frequent backlash, he actually can't hold on for much longer.

When Patriarch Lingshan saw Feng Yuan fainted, how could he think of admonishing him?

Fengyuan was the last disciple he accepted before becoming an immortal, and he was also the youngest disciple.

What's more, his cultivation talent is also very high, even better than what he was back then. After him, he is the most likely disciple of Taiyan Palace to become an immortal.

What's more important is that he has a heart to save the world.

He will always remember the scene when Feng Yuan fell at his feet with blood all over his body when he was ten years old.

The little boy was seriously injured, and he was still dying, but his eyes did not lose their light. His breath was weak, but he still said, "Master, save me, I want to save others."

The cold-hearted swordsman felt the endless anger for the first time and killed all the monsters that were chasing him.

The child was saved.

Over the course of more than ten years, the young man grew taller and taller, and transformed from the miserable little beggar to the now independent disciple of Taiyan Palace.

He watched Feng Yuan walking step by step, knowing how much Feng Yuan had suffered and suffered. But now, less than a month after his release, his spiritual power was completely exhausted, and his body had also become extremely weak.

He placed Feng Yuan on the bed and used his spiritual power to help Feng Yuan warm and nourish his blood.

After about an hour, Patriarch Lingshan walked out with sweat on his face.

Without stopping, he turned around and walked towards Mu Wanwan's house.

He was reluctant to blame Feng Yuan, but he was willing to blame Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan was still thinking about the purpose of Patriarch Lingshan's visit when she heard someone knocking on the door.

"who?"

An old voice came, and Mu Wanwan stood up and hurriedly opened the door.

"Why are ancestors here?"

The visitor didn't look kindly towards her, but Mu Wanwan wasn't angry at all, she just welcomed the visitor into the house respectfully.

Ancestor Lingshan looked around the room and finally sat at the table.

Looking at the tea set on the table: "You also like to drink tea?"

Mu Wanwan came over and smiled: "I used to like it, but this is not mine. Fengyuan brought this over. He seems to like drinking tea very much."

Patriarch Lingshan smiled: "Yes, he likes it very much. I don't know why a ten-year-old child is so mature and drinks tea every day? I have asked him before, and he told me that when it tastes sweet,

, he is alive. I don’t know where he got the fallacy.”

Mu Wanwan poured a cup of tea for Patriarch Lingshan and said to herself: "He should be a very important person. After all, he is not the kind of person who will listen to what others say."

The ancestor just took a sip of tea and did not answer the conversation.

After a long time, he said: "The nightmare has become a problem now. Yesterday, I received instructions from the heaven to help you eradicate this demon. But the angel from the heaven gave me something and asked me to give it to you. How can you, a mortal, win the favor of the heaven?"

Mu Wanwan took it. It was a fine jade-carved hollow lotus earring, gorgeous and delicate.

"You are an immortal, I won't hide it from you. I am the creator of this world, including you. But the story is no longer under my control. I'm afraid your purpose of coming here is not only the nightmare, but also the nightmare.

There must be water ghosts from Lanying."

After all, Patriarch Lingshan was in the Immortal Class, and the expression on his face was not very surprising.

He just said slowly: "That's true. I was still thinking about why the Heavenly Envoy specifically asked me to discuss everything with you after I come here."

"Because they asked you to help me change the whole world back to how it was originally set."

Ancestor Lingshan spoke very calmly: "But will the things that have changed really not have any impact because of the intervention of heaven?"

"At least the trajectory will come back later."

Mu Wanwan knew very well that no matter how the subsequent trajectory followed, what happened before would more or less affect the next direction.

Other things in this world may be controllable, but the human heart is the biggest variable.

And all she can do now is to restore the original work as much as possible.

The tea in the cup was gone, but Mu Wanwan was still biting the edge of the cup.

"Since you are the Creator, you must know that the Nightmare has no entity. If you want to destroy it now, the only way is to imprison it in the human body. Although I can destroy it, I don't know how the human body will feel."

Mu Wanwan looked at Patriarch Lingshan.

"Then let me go, just think of it as my experiment on how to die."

Ancestor Lingshan was shocked by Mu Wanwan's cheerfulness, and then became angry again.

"My disciple sacrificed his life to save you, so you don't take your own life seriously?"

Mu Wanwan looked at the suddenly angry Ancestor Lingshan and gradually figured out why he had such a bad look on her.

It was a lie that the heaven asked him, a god, to discuss things with her, a mortal, but it was true that his disciples had received so much advice from her and came here to cause trouble.

"Ancestor said this method, didn't he just want me to agree to it?"

Patriarch Lingshan placed the teacup in his hand heavily on the table.

"I made this plan, but you agreed so quickly, I feel really bad for my disciple. Originally, I came to trouble you because of my disciple, and thought of this way to make you suffer. Originally, I thought this was a

If you don't pay attention to the method that will kill someone, I still plan to make peace with you. You agree so easily, which makes me feel that my disciple is very worthless!"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Save your saliva. You won't let me die, I know."

Ancestor Lingshan hummed.

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Now that we have a method, you can decide when the time is right. We can get rid of the nightmare and go to Lanying."

Ancestor Lingshan looked at the sky: "It's still early."

(End of chapter)