I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 35 Entering Lanying for the first time

Unfortunately, we came at the same time as the rainy season in Lanying.

The mist and rain were hazy, and the hillsides in the distance could no longer be seen clearly. There were boats passing by on the nearby river. Looking towards the green waves passing by, a few literati were reciting poems and writing poems in the rocking boat to the sound of rain. The boat took the lead.

The singing girl, wearing a raincoat, playing the pipa, sang gracefully. She disappeared into the mist and rain before she knew it.

Only the sad voice reached everyone's ears through the rain curtain.

"The mountains in Wu are green, the mountains are green, the mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait see each other off, who knows the feeling of parting?"

The king is full of tears, and the concubine is full of tears. The marriage between Luo and Dai has not yet been completed, and the tide at the head of the river has subsided."

This is Lanying.

It is the ink-like landscape, the melodious singing voice of the singing girl, the tranquility of the raindrops hitting the awning boat, and the gentle snoring of the literati in drunken sleep.

The group of people walked towards the inn in the Jiangnan rain.

The closer she got to the inn, the more Mu Wanwan felt Song Zhujun holding her hand and squeezing her tighter.

Mu Wanwan turned around to look, and her face turned pale.

She didn't say anything else, she just put her hand on the back of Song Zhujun's hand. Song Zhujun looked up at her, and Mu Wanwan smiled.

"I'm scared when I think about meeting the immortal cultivators from the Beast Control Sect and Qingyin Pavilion. I've never seen such a scene. Mr. Zhu, you have to protect me."

Song Zhujun's expression softened a little and he said, "Okay, just follow me and I will protect you."

Mu Wanwan nodded. Feng Yuan seemed to hear the movement and turned to take a look.

But through the rain, Mu Wanwan was not sure whether she had seen it wrong.

After arriving at the place, Mu Wanwan knew why Song Zhujun was like this.

The girl standing at the door is wearing a relatively close-fitting black dress, with various animal patterns outlined by colorful threads emerging on it. Various silver ornaments are hung on her body, and the same silver ornaments are also made into trinkets on her head.

The forehead smear seems to be woven from the skin of some animal, and it is connected to the back of the head. There are several beautiful hairs from different birds at the connection.

At first glance, except for the color of the clothes, anyone who looks at it will say "cute".

But with that stern face, no one dared to say such words.

When the face that looked exactly like Song Zhujun looked at Song Zhujun, Song Zhujun moved forward unconsciously.

"sister."

The person called sister turned around and stopped looking at her, and just followed the people in front of her and walked in.

Mu Wanwan took two steps and stood next to Song Zhujun. Only then did Song Zhujun realize that she had abandoned Mu Wanwan just now.

But Mu Wanwan just slowly closed the umbrella and said in a gentle voice: "That's your sister."

Song Zhujun nodded.

Mu Wanwan pulled her in.

Song Zhujun looked at Mu Wanwan's legs and feet, which were still awkward when walking, and silently lowered his head.

After a group of people sat down in the hall, Song Zhujun silently blocked Mu Wanwan.

Compared with Song Zhujun, who was so arrogant, Mu Wanwan was much calmer.

She picked up the teapot, poured a cup and put it in Song Zhujun's hand, and then slowly poured herself another cup.

While everyone was still talking about the water ghost, Mu Wanwan held the teacup in her left hand and looked at her nose and heart.

But his right hand was already on his injured leg.

The most uncomfortable thing about the continuous rainy weather was her.

After the pain is relieved, all the feelings return.

Although it is now an established fact that he cannot use his right hand, Mu Wanwan does not find it difficult to accept it. After all, it has been a foregone conclusion since he was nailed and dressed.

But she still had some hope for her legs. She originally thought she wouldn't have such a problem. But now she's not completely healed. Lanying has come again, and the rainy season in Lanying is still going on.

I'm afraid it will hurt every time it rains in the future.

"These people are really interesting. Compared with the Lanying Water Ghost and the Corpse Demon, there are many ways to form consciousness, and they are all Corpse Demons. Besides, the reason why the Corpse Demon mutated is because I changed the deer

The spiritual veins at the foot of the mountain have been transferred to the afterlife by the clouds. In order to prevent you from discovering it, I even asked the corpse demon to send many walking corpses to guard Lushan. These people are now speculating that the Lanying water ghost and the corpse demon have the same origin.

.How is it possible? Spiritual veins are not vegetation, you can have as many as you want."

Mu Wanwan was not in the mood to listen to what these people were analyzing. The pain in her bones had made her unable to think. However, the nightmare did not make her pure. It rejected every sentence that others analyzed.

Mu Wanwan couldn't listen anymore, so she took off her ear hooks and felt that her ears were much cleaner.

After finally finishing the conversation, Song Zhujun helped Mu Wanwan take two steps when he heard a voice behind him.

"Mr. Zhu, please stay. I have something else to say to you."

Song Zhujun stopped and looked at Mu Wanwan, who had cold sweat on his forehead.

Without looking back, he helped Mu Wan to the second floor.

"Senior Sister Lan Jun, let's go back to the room first."

A vague voice came from behind.

Song Lanjun just waved his hand and watched his thin sister help another person go upstairs.

He stood there without moving for a long time.

Mu Wanwan followed Song Zhujun into the house and was placed on the bed. Song Zhujun took the golden needle and stabbed Mu Wanwan's leg.

"But do it right and don't ruin my leg."

Song Zhujun smiled: "How could it be possible? I am the most talented medical practitioner in Cangshan Sect. How can I be so bad?"

Mu Wanwan continued: "Then who knows? If I miss it, will I still be able to get my leg?"

Song Zhujun raised his eyes to see Mu Wanwan's eyes filled with tears.

"No! You were so scared that your accent changed."

Mu Wanwan touched Song Zhujun's head: "Cry if you want to. There's nothing to hold in."

Song Zhujun stopped pricking the needle, and tears fell down.

"This is the first time that I didn't listen to my sister's words, but I wasn't that scared, and even felt happy. Now that the tears are flowing, I actually feel that my chest feels a lot better."

Mu Wanwan didn't say anything, just waiting for Song Zhujun to slowly calm down.

After Song Zhujun calmed down, Mu Wanwan said: "My leg has been hurting for two hours, and Miss Song didn't help me."

Song Zhujun said while inserting the needle into Mu Wanwan: "Yes. I don't know who it is, but it always makes me cry. But I delayed it, and in the end it was me who was blamed. I was really wronged."

"Hiss." Mu Wanwan suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Song Zhujun said anxiously: "But it hurts? Where does it hurt? But I just didn't insert the needle properly? I shouldn't have argued with you, it's better now."

Before Song Zhujun could finish speaking, Mu Wanwan pinched her cheek.

"I lied to you. You care about me so much, but you are so poisonous."

Song Zhujun slapped Mu Wanwan's hand from his face.

"You deserve it."

Saying that, another shot was given.

Mu Wanwan couldn't tolerate her anymore and let out another cry of pain.

Song Zhujun asked anxiously, and Mu Wanwan smiled again.

"I'm still lying to you. Miss Song really likes me."

Song Zhujun and Mu Wanwan played around for a while before speaking seriously: "Yes, I like you the most."

Mu Wanwan just gently stroked Song Zhujun's hair without speaking.

(End of chapter)