I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 49: The Cave of Thoughts 1

Chapter 49 Thoughts on the Cave (1)

Mu Wanwan was so blown by the wind that she couldn't even open her eyes.

She unconsciously hugged Feng Yuan tightly in her arms.

When the strong wind passed, Mu Wanwan was exhausted.

She looked down at Feng Yuan, who was even weaker than before.

She threw the bundle on the ground. The sudden strong wind caused the bundle to fly up and fall down. Now the various pills inside were scattered on the ground.

Mu Wanwan looked at the mess all over the ground, and felt mixed emotions in her heart.

She obviously wants to save people, but now she looks more like a destroyer.

It seems like she has always been like this, creating no value at all and only messing up everything.

If she could protect her burden, she wouldn't be like this now.

At least, you can know what medicine to use to save Feng Yuan.

She lowered her head and looked at Feng Yuan. After seeing Feng Yuan, her heart, which was originally in chaos, suddenly burst into a pile of sadness that was enough to drown her.

Mu Wanwan reached out and touched it, her hands were cold.

She cried again.

You shouldn't cry at this time, you shouldn't get sick at this time.

But the more tears I shed, the more tears I shed.

Her emotions were like a black cloud that completely enveloped her. The harder she tried to get rid of it, the more she couldn't get rid of it.

Mu Wanwan could only fold her hands on her shoulders.

After taking several deep breaths, Mu Wanwan felt that she had managed to calm down.

"Mu Wanwan, you can definitely do it."

Mu Wanwan sniffed and got up from the ground.

"You have to hurry up, we don't know what will happen in a while."

"It's okay, I'm just picking up medicine, I can do that."

But my hands were shaking and I couldn't hold the pill.

"It's a problem with your right hand, use your left hand, Mu Wanwan, come on."

In the empty stone room, no one responded to her thoughts, but Mu Wanwan still talked endlessly.

It seemed that just such a simple word could allow her to draw endless power.

Mu Wanwan encouraged herself word by word, then lay on the ground and picked up the medicines one by one.

After picking up the medicine, her mood stabilized.

She sat on the other side of the stone room, leaning against the stone wall, looking at the unconscious Feng Yuan on the other side. She did not feel relaxed in her heart, but felt very tired.

She seemed to have done nothing, but she had lost all her strength.

"Feng Yuan, tell me, which of these medicines should you take?"

"Feng Yuan, if you take so many medicines together, will you be killed by them?"

"Feng Yuan."

She talked a lot, and her voice gradually became choked with sobs.

There was nothing in her mind now, only herself.

I had no ability when I was young, I still have no ability when I grow up, and even here I am still useless.

It was obvious that she had created them, but she could not do anything to help their situation and their experiences.

Even as a creator, she is a useless creator.

Mu Wanwan suddenly picked up a pill, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it.

Stuffed it into his mouth.

As cool as water, the pills flowed down her throat to her limbs. She closed her eyes and felt the changes brought about by the pills.

Based on the subtle differences in smell and her own feelings, Mu Wanwan reclassified the pills.

She slowly crawled towards Feng Yuan with the pill in hand.

He fed the hemostatic elixir and the warming elixir into Feng Yuan's mouth with great effort.

Although I don’t know why the feeding went so smoothly, I did eat it anyway.

Looking at Feng Yuan lying in her arms, Mu Wanwan closed her eyes tiredly.

When Feng Yuan opened his eyes, what he saw was Mu Wanwa's sleeping face.

She knelt down on the ground, held him in her arms, lowered her head and fell asleep.

Maybe he moved too much to get up, and Mu Wanwan opened her eyes suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

There was still panic in her tone.

Then, he lowered his head and saw Feng Yuan who opened his eyes.

He breathed a long sigh of relief: "You're awake."

Feng Yuan said weakly: "Why are you here?"

Mu Wanwan said: "I'm afraid you'll die."

Feng Yuan grinned and made an ugly smile. His voice was like light smoke about to dissipate in the air: "No."

After speaking, he struggled to sit up.

Mu Wanwan thought for a moment and said, "Take another pill."

She reached out to take the medicine, and Feng Yuan saw the scars on her wrist.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

Mu Wanwan looked over and covered it with her sleeves.

"It's nothing serious. It's just that a sudden gust of wind yesterday blew away the baggage I brought with me. The pills fell on the floor. I couldn't tell them apart, so I had to try them all. You need the hemostatic pill."

Feng Yuan saw her eyelashes slightly lowered, as if she didn't want people to see the emotions in her eyes clearly.

All he could say was: "Have you taken the painkiller pill?"

Mu Wanwan looked at him with a smile on her lips: "Since it's a test of the medicine, it's natural to take it."

With that said, Mu Wanwan started rummaging through the baggage.

Feng Yuan looked at the separated pills wrapped in cloth and said, "You also separated them."

The voice was so soft that Mu Wanwan didn't even hear it.

After a while, Mu Wanwan found the painkiller pills from the pile of pills and handed them to Feng Yuan.

"Well, you should be in great need now."

Feng Yuan did not reach out to pick it up.

Mu Wanwan turned her head and looked over in confusion. She saw Feng Yuan staring at her, and then she realized what she had thought of.

Feng Yuan knew that she was afraid of pain.

After a long time, Feng Yuan reached out and took away the pills in Mu Wanwan's hand.

Pick one up and put it into your mouth.

"Eh"

Mu Wanwan took Feng Yuan's hand.

"This pill is too big for you to take."

Feng Yuan took Mu Wanwan's hand off his wrist and gave her a smile.

"I can."

So Mu Wanwan watched Feng Yuan bite the pill into pieces with great effort and swallowed it.

"It's hard."

Feng Yuan raised his eyes and looked at her: "No."

After saying that, he reached out and tore off the still intact strip of cloth on his inner garment, and bandaged Mu Wanwan's wrist without any refusal.

"Thanks."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan, who said nothing and stood up.

He walked around the stone room and said, "Master really thinks highly of me."

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but look up.

"The last person in this stone chamber who was imprisoned was my junior uncle."

Mu Wanwan said: "Little Master Uncle?"

Feng Yuan thought for a while: "You really don't know, because when you wrote it, he didn't have this identity and was already dead."

Mu Wanwan thought about it and realized that when she wrote it, there were indeed only five real people in Taiyan Palace.

Feng Yuan stopped talking.

Mu Wanwan had no choice but to say: "Then how do you know?"

Fengyuan thought for a long time, and finally just said: "You will know, and then I will take you to see it myself."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan, and Feng Yuan happened to look at her too.