I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 335 End

Author: Lou Wan

Chapter 335 End

The seal in Song Zhujun's hand moved slightly, and Hanyuan suddenly felt that he was gathering somewhere.

It belongs to Mu Wanwan's return to consciousness.

The sudden return of pain caused Mu Wanwan to kneel to the ground.

Song Zhujun looked at Mu Wanwan's clear eyes and understood something.

"So, it was the Heavenly Dao and the Heavenly Lady who worked together to trap Hanyuan in you?"

Mu Wanwan originally wanted to smile more nicely, but she was in pain and couldn't control her expression, so she smiled ferociously.

"You have forgotten my idea. I am also half a god."

Song Zhujun smiled.

"Do you know that I am working hard to save you? Do you know that I am working day and night to develop a way to extend your life? Do you know that I want to erase the curse mark from your body in my dreams? You don't care, you just

You want to die, I have known for a long time, you have wanted to die from the beginning."

Mu Wanwan grabbed her chest and tried to press Han Yuan to death in her heart, but how could Han Yuan be willing to die in such a tortured manner.

Mu Wanwan knew that what Song Zhujun said were all angry words. Although he was in pain and had no strength, he still wanted to squeeze out half of his strength to tell her.

"I want to live."

The cage made of the remnant soul of the goddess covered Mu Wanwan's heart, and now it was cracked by Han Yuan.

Mu Wanwan shed tears of blood in her eyes, and looked at Song Zhujun with eyes full of begging.

"Please, kill me."

Song Zhujun retreated again and again, but Mu Wanwan had no strength to move forward.

Jikong didn't know when he stood in front of Song Zhujun.

"Donor Song, if you can't do it, let me help you."

Before Song Zhujun could appreciate the true meaning, he watched helplessly as the sword transformed from the empty sky pierced Mu Wanwan's heart.

At the moment when the Silent Sky Sword was about to pierce Mu Wanwan's heart, Hanyuan broke away from the cage and took over Mu Wanwan's body again.

"I like your nagging the most. I have to thank Miss Song again this time. I would really die without you."

The sky became even more gloomy, and the clothes slapped on his face hurt, and Song Zhujun collapsed on the ground.

Hanyuan raised her chin with the tip of the knife, but Jiang Yingsi blocked it with her sword.

Although he blocked it in time, Song Zhujun still got a bloody mark on his chin.

When she turned around again, the magic knife was already on Jiang Yingsi's neck.

"Fear, blood, hatred, and regret are really the most beautiful things in the world."

The magic sword was cut another inch deeper.

Song Zhujun couldn't bear it anymore.

"bundle!"

The magic sword slipped from Hanyuan's hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

Mu Wanwan turned around stiffly and looked at Song Zhujun, whose face was full of tears.

"you"

Yuanyuan was suddenly pulled back into Mu Wanwan's heart, and the Jikong Sword also passed straight through the heart at this moment.

The hole in his heart looked so terrifying that Mu Wanwan had no time to take it into consideration.

She looked at Song Zhujun who was crying loudly and shook her head helplessly.

"Don't cry."

Following her words came the pouring light from the sky.

She wanted to say something more, but she ran out of energy. Mu Wanwan's eyes were filled with the red clouds brought by the setting sun.

Song Zhujun crawled over in embarrassment, his hands covered with dust and mud stained red by Mu Wanwan's blood.

"Master Zhu, the sun has set and will rise again tomorrow. Look at the sunset, how beautiful it is. I have never seen it lying in someone else's arms like this."

Mu Wanwan spoke intermittently and inconsistently, but Song Zhujun understood what she meant.

She said that the sun would rise after it set, which meant that even if she died, she would still have someone to rely on.

She said that the sunset was beautiful because she was still greedy for the prosperity of this world. Just as she said, she wanted to live.

She said she had never seen it while lying in other people's arms because she also found her own sweetness here.

The relationship between them started out as Song Zhujun's full intention to take advantage of her, but in the end it was them who discovered half of their true feelings amidst this cruelty.

She later got to know all the people in the book, including Jing Shen, whom she loved like her own mother, but she still preferred her.

Even things like becoming famous all over the world were prepared for her to take on.

"But Wanwan, I don't want such fame all over the world, and I don't want your preference. I want you to live, I want you to live!"

The deceased person had no way to respond to her, and the cold body gradually dissipated in her arms. In the end, Song Zhujun only hugged the clothes.

I cried so helplessly and despairingly that my heart ached.

The breath stuck in her chest and made her throat stiff. She wanted to cry loudly, but found that she couldn't make any sound.

When Jing Shen came to her side, Song Zhujun finally cried out.

"Wanwan!"

The jacaranda floated from nowhere and fell faintly on Mu Wanwan's clothes.

Jing Shen caught Song Zhujun, who was fainting from crying, and frowned slightly.

"call."

Jing Shen turned around and saw that the disciple who had already died slowly sat up.

Unknowingly, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes to her temples. She originally thought that she would no longer cry after becoming an immortal.

Everything revives at a crazy speed, flowers bloom again, and grass sprouts again.

Even the pitch-black Sea of ​​Purity was filled with sparkling waves.

The world is more vibrant than when Mu Wanwan first arrived.

It's just that some people never come back once they leave.

It was half a month later that Song Zhujun woke up again. When she opened her eyes, she saw the dead Ah Chun.

Blinking his eyes, he said belatedly: "Is it God's will that you are still alive?"

Ah Chun shook his head.

"The body of a goddess can revive all things. Wanwan, as she is half a god, can naturally save them."

Jing Shen's voice broke in, and Song Zhujun's eyes turned red again.

"Then...my sister..."

"That's not possible. They are alive only because their souls have not been out of the body for a long time. Those whose limbs are broken cannot be restored."

Song Zhujun lowered his head and his voice trembled.

"What brings you here?"

Jing Shen said calmly: "Wanwan's funeral is coming soon, and the things she left behind will be placed in the Qianyin Hall along with her clothes. I just came to ask you if there is anything you want to take as a souvenir."

Song Zhujun stood up and took Ah Chun's hand: "Then I'll thank Master Hanpo."

The lotuses and jacarandas that used to grow well on Wanyun Peak are now withered.

Song Zhujun opened the door and coughed due to the dust.

I was originally thinking about why there was so much dust, but then it suddenly occurred to me that Hanpo Zhenren, who has now become cold-hearted and cold-hearted, is also afraid of being hurt by the situation.

She slowly walked to the desk by the window, gently brushed away the dust, revealing a piece of yellowed and mottled letter paper.

The handwriting has become blurred over time and is barely legible.

By the time she read every word, she was already in tears.

The jacaranda outside the window seemed to sense something, and a cluster of small flowers swayed on the withered branches.

Then maybe a spring breeze wrinkled the lotus pond and blew away the jacarandas.

The jacaranda circled, circled, and finally landed on the letter paper in Song Zhujun's hand.

Just like one spring more than two hundred years ago, the jacaranda that had never faded fell leisurely on the letter paper in Mu Wanwan's hand.

But the letter could not be sent.

There is no chance to send it again.

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