I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 61 Long Years(11)

Feng Yuan nodded slightly and hugged Mu Wan to sleep with Zhan Chen.

Mu Wanwan slept peacefully in his arms, and Feng Yuan even chirped twice when he saw Mu Wanwan.

Logically speaking, Wan Yun Peak should have been banned at this time and cannot enter. Sending Mu Wan Wan back would inevitably disturb Jing Shen.

But in this dark night as thick as ink, Feng Yuan saw a little light at Wanyunfeng Pass, which should have been completely dark.

He hugged Mu Wanwan and walked closer, only to see clearly that the light was actually a person holding a lantern, and the lantern was slowly swaying in the night wind.

Jing Shen, who was dressed in black, blended into the night, looking at Mu Wanwan in Feng Yuan's arms.

"Thank you, you can hand her over to me now."

Feng Yuan followed the instructions and placed Mu Wanwan on Jingshen's hand, then took off the Qiankun bag from his waist and placed it in Mu Wanwan's arms.

Jing Shen was about to speak, but Feng Yuan was one step ahead of her.

"Here are the things she brought to you, Third Master Uncle."

Jing looked at him deeply, said nothing, and walked up the steps with Mu Wanwan in his arms.

Feng Yuan looked at Shen Sheng's back and said, "Uncle Third, I won't hurt her."

Jing Shen paused slightly, but didn't look back.

The words passed through the night and hit Feng Yuan's ears.

"I allowed her to get close to you because I respect her and because I have the strength to protect her, but I don't dare to trust you."

Feng Yuan couldn't even put a smile on his face after hearing this, but the pain in his chest gripped his heart, and the blood that wanted to spurt out was blocked by Feng Yuan in his sleeves.

There seemed to be some voice echoing in his mind.

Is it worth it? Is it worth it?

Over and over again, like a curse chiseled into his mind and heart.

Because he was unwilling to give up, he could not be liberated.

Drop by drop of cold sweat on his forehead soaked into the mud of Wanyun Peak, Feng Yuan finally stepped onto Zhan Chen in embarrassment.

Mu Wanwan was carried all the way back to the house by Jing Shen. After placing Mu Wanwan in place, Jing Shen tucked her into bed before slowly walking out.

It's just that Mu Wanwan was never honest when sleeping. He kicked off the quilt and fell asleep in a daze for the rest of the night, only to be woken up by the cold.

After waking up, what I was thinking about was not to quickly cover myself with the quilt and continue sleeping. Instead, I was touching the pile of clothes I had taken off.

After touching for a while, I finally touched the Qiankun bag given by Feng Yuan.

With a naive smile on his lips, he opened the door and ran out in a daze, without thinking about what time it was.

Just like that, he stumbled to Jingshen's door and knocked on Jingshen's door.

"Master."

When Jing Shen heard the sound, he put the drawn sword back to its original position.

The candles in the room were lit, Jing Shen said: "Come in."

Mu Wanwan got the permission and quickly ran into the house.

Jing Shen just opened a gap in the gauze curtain on the bed, and then Mu Wanwan ran over and threw herself in front of the bed.

Jing Shen reached out to help her, but without thinking, Mu Wanwan brushed her hand away and sat down in this posture.

Mu Wanwan looked up at the mirror on the bed.

"Master, I got a lot of good things from Uncle Fifth Master today." Maybe it was because he was drunk and his brain was unclear, and he couldn't even hold his tongue straight when he spoke.

Seeing that Jing Shen was silent, Mu Wanwan continued: "There are many fruits, and there is also a small wine brewed by the fifth uncle. Master, it is very delicious, I want to bring it to you."

After saying that, Mu Wanwan opened the Qiankun bag and slowly poured out everything inside.

Sure enough, there were all kinds of fruits, but when the small jar of wine rolled out, there was a crisp sound. Mu Wanwan seemed to have discovered something interesting, and she chased the jar of fruit wine back and hugged it.

He tightened his arms and then went back to sit down.

Jing Shen looked at the fruits and jars scattered in front of the bed and sighed helplessly.

Mu Wanwan heard this, and when she raised her head and looked into the mirror again, her eyes were filled with tears.

"Master, don't you like it?"

Jing Shen touched her head and her voice became softer.

"I like it. Is it cold sitting on the ground every night?"

After hearing this, Mu Wanwan jumped up and hugged Jing Shen's waist: "Master, I will give you all the delicious food, fun things and the spiritual stones I will earn in the future. You have always been so good to me, okay?

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Jing Shen followed Mu Wanwan's back and said slowly, "Okay, can I go to sleep now?"

Mu Wanwan withdrew from Jingshen's arms and looked up at her: "Can I sleep with Master that night?"

Mu Wanwan nodded when she saw Jing Shen, and then slowly climbed onto the bed.

Covered under a quilt, Jing Shen naturally knew how restrained Mu Wanwan was. It was as if someone had given her some order. She was only in the small area on the edge of the bed, and her muscles were extremely tight.

Listening to Mu Wanwan's breathing becoming long and regular, Jing Shen reached out and fanned out the candles in the room.

But when it was almost dawn, Jing Shen was woken up again by the sobbing beside him.

At this time, Mu Wanwan leaned towards her.

He kept muttering something in his mouth. When Jing Shen came closer to listen, he heard scattered words.

"Mom. Mom. Don't"

Mu Wanwan was also a little uncontrollable at this time. Logically speaking, she was the master of the nightmare now, so she shouldn't be so possessed by the nightmare.

But now she is trapped in the memory of the empty world and cannot get out.

Mu Wanwan's mother did not have any prominent status. On the contrary, she was just an illiterate woman. It was just that her family was unfortunate since she was a child, and she married an inhumane as an adult, so she gradually became the most unfamiliar person to Mu Wanwan.

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In Mu Wanwan's memory, her mother was always the gentle woman who would cook meals gently and wipe her mouth when it was full of oil after eating.

But as she grew older, she could no longer find the gentle woman she was back then. Sometimes she often thought that the gentle mother in her memory was an illusion and never existed.

After all, every time her mother gets angry, she will be covered in cane marks.

I was too young at that time, and I always felt that it was nothing, but that she was disobedient, so her mother gave her some punishment.

As she grew older, Mu Wanwan became more and more rebellious. No matter what her mother said, she always did the opposite, and as expected, she still got a good beating.

As the beatings became more frequent, Mu Wanwan no longer cared. He just beat her from side to side, and it was best to beat him to death.

Every time after beating her, her mother would cry and talk about how difficult it was for her as a child, how hard Mu Wanwan was to discipline, and how good other people's children were.

Every time Mu Wanwan would ask her, is it okay to let someone else be your child?

What he got in exchange was even more unpleasant insults.

Later, Mu Wanwan gradually learned not to listen or to ignore.

It seems that she began to learn to give up on her mother from that time on.

But in her mind, she always thinks of the gentle person in her childhood. She doesn't know if he exists, she just thinks about it.

But that was her mother, especially when she later discovered that the manic look she had become was not what her mother wanted to change——

There was only sympathy left in her heart.

But she sympathized with her, but she never sympathized with her.

What she wanted to give up, she never really gave up.

"nightmare!"

(End of chapter)