I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 58 Long Years(8)

At that time, Xiao Fengyu asked her, "Can Miss Mu actually hold the Zhanchen Sword?"

How did she come back?

"The Zhanchen Sword is as light as dust. Even my right hand, which has severed tendons, can lift it."

Now that I think about it, it seems ridiculous.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but said: "Master, is Zhanchen Sword heavy?"

Jing Shen looked at her: "Feng Yuan's Chen-Zhan Sword?"

Mu Wanwan nodded.

"How can a sword that can cut off the fate of the world not sink?"

Mu Wanwan smiled after listening to Jing Shen's words.

Indeed, how could it not sink?

It seems that Feng Yuan has been like this since a long time ago, taking care of her silently, even those details that others have never noticed, he has never let go.

And this is not something he, a villain, should do.

Even if Mu Wanwan was the creator of the world, Feng Yuan would not do this.

The only thing that can make everything reasonable is what happened in the last life.

But Feng Yuan said that he had been here before in his previous life, but why he had no impression of it.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan said to Jingshen: "Master, it's getting late, so my disciple will go back first."

Jing Shen waved his hand and Mu Wanwan withdrew.

After Mu Wanwan walked to her room, the candle in Jing Shen's side was extinguished.

Mu Wanwan lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time, so she could only close her eyes and start shouting in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Nightmare! Nightmare! Come out!"

A puff of black smoke rushed in front of Mu Wanwan: "Master, what's wrong?"

Mu Wanwan asked: "It's been a year, and the seal hasn't been unlocked yet?"

The helplessness in Nightmare's tone almost overflowed: "It's untied, but only a little bit. Why don't you see for yourself."

Then his feet were empty, and Mu Wanwan stood in front of a ruined temple.

"Hey, do you think everyone in the world is as miserable as me, or am I the only one who's miserable?" The little girl's voice was full of distress, as if she was really thinking about this problem.

"Bitterness. What is suffering?" This voice sounds childish. But even when he is asking questions now, his words are calm and there is no ups and downs.

"Don't you know what suffering is? Have you ever felt sad?" The little girl found it very strange, and her voice was full of surprise.

"What is sadness?" The same calmness.

"You don't even know how to feel sad? Then did anyone bully you?" This time, the little girl's voice was even more surprising, and her voice was even higher.

"Bullying." The boy repeated these two words unconsciously.

"You don't even know this, do you? I saw it just now. Those boys took away the last piece of cake from you! Aren't you angry at all?" The little girl's voice was filled with worry and excitement.

With some anger and a hint of unnoticeable distress.

"What is anger? Why are you angry? What's the point of being angry when they take my cake?" the boy said confidently.

"What about me? What if I steal your cake?" the little girl couldn't wait to ask.

"Just grab it, I can still chase you and beat you." The boy's voice was full of indifference.

After hearing this, Mu Wanwan mustered up the courage to step into the ruined temple.

As expected, the boy was wearing tattered clothes and dirty, but his eyes were particularly bright.

When the little girl spoke, he looked up at the little girl without blinking, so cute.

Mu Wanwan followed his gaze and saw that the little girl sitting on the shrine had two braids and was wearing a washed white pink dress.

It's her.

While Mu Wanwan was still shocked, the girl over there spoke again.

"You will suffer a lot if you do this. Let's do this. I will come to see you at this time every day. I will help you teach them a lesson."

The boy's voice was still neither sad nor happy: "I think you are more likely to be bullied by those people than me, so you should stop showing off. And if you are dressed like this, you must be even more depressed than me, otherwise you wouldn't be able to do it."

You won’t even have any sleeves.”

The little girl exploded when she heard this: "What, this is a dress! Dress, do you know?"

The boy shook his head.

"Fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl disappeared from the place.

The boy said: "Hello"

When I didn't get a response, I turned around and saw there was no one there.

The boy knocked on his head: "Are you hallucinating?"

At this moment, a group of young men who looked like they were knocking off officials came in. Although their clothes were obviously in tatters, none of them were in good condition.

I saw the leader walking to the corner and lifting a raised piece of straw.

After a while, the ball of straw started to move.

After sitting up completely, Mu Wanwan saw clearly that she was an old woman.

"Hey, old woman. Give us the food you asked for yesterday. You are about to die anyway, so why not give it to us and keep us alive."

The old woman shook her head and slowly stretched out her hand towards the bundle.

The boy rushed out from the side and held the old woman's hand.

"How can you live if you give it to them?"

The voice was as calm as ever, but the old woman cried.

Seeing that he dared to meddle in his own business, a group of teenagers pushed him out of the ruined temple.

He was punched and kicked, but the boy remained silent.

After the group of teenagers ran away, the old woman slowly moved to the boy's side.

Lifting the boy up with difficulty.

"Child, how are you?"

The boy's bruised face smiled for the first time.

The surrounding scene changed rapidly, and Mu Wanwan only heard that sentence.

"My name is Feng Yuan."

Yes, Fengyuan used to be called Xiao Fengyuan. When he was rescued, there was a sign in his arms with the name Qiu Huarong gave him.

It's just that the person who picked it up had already smashed the sign to pieces and exchanged the broken pieces for money.

When I left Feng Yuan behind, I told him that his name was Feng Yuan.

At that time, Feng Yuan often eavesdropped in the private school. Once I heard a story about Feng, I felt very longing for it.

Anyway, no one cared about him that much, so he simply called himself Feng Yuan.

It's just that that happened when he was nine years old.

Mu Wanwan didn't expect that Feng Yuan lived such a life before that.

Maybe she would have thought she deserved it before, but after having been with Feng Yuan for so long. Seeing this memory of hers, she could no longer entertain such thoughts.

Feng Yuan was not so ruthless in the beginning.

Even if he is in a ruined temple, even if he can only go to a private school and eavesdrop, he still wants to live like the saint that his teacher calls him.

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes, looked at the gray sky outside, put on her clothes, and headed to the top of Liuyun Peak.

It's time to do morning lessons.

As soon as they reached the mountain gate, they met Su Hu who came from Luoyun Peak.

"Sister Wanwan! You go to morning classes too!"

The loud voice attracted many disciples to stop.

Mu Wanwan slowly walked towards Su Hu. When she was close, she said, "Together?"

(End of chapter)