Chapter 77 Long Years(27)

Why didn't Song Zhujun tell her at that time?

Feng Yuan suddenly coughed twice at this time. Mu Wanwan looked down and found that Feng Yuan's face was paler.

She couldn't help but think of Feng Yuan's hair washed by the rain after he turned around, the rustling hem of his clothes, and what he said at that time -

"Then I'll go rescue you."

She originally thought that Feng Yuan's pause before speaking was because he was tired of being nosy.

Now it seems that there are more suspicions. Feng Yuan is probably considering whether his own life or her choice is more important.

Feng Yuan's cough became heavier, and Patriarch Lingshan frowned.

After a while, Mu Wanwan saw Feng Yuan open his eyes.

It's just that there is no focus in those eyes at the moment, and they are confused.

"Fengyuan?"

As soon as Mu Wanwan's voice came out, Feng Yuan's eyes rolled twice.

After a moment, he spit out another mouthful of blood.

Fengyuan's blood is hot.

Mu Wanwan did not reach out to wipe the blood on her face, but helped Feng Yuan calm down.

Although this kind of action is not of much use to Fengyuan at this moment.

The blood falling on Mu Wanwan's face was like a person climbing a mountain, firmly fixing himself on her face. The blood should have been cold at this moment, but Mu Wanwan felt like he was being beaten by this from the inside out.

The warm blood is burning.

Warm blood is human,

Not a demon.

She subjectively felt that Feng Yuan was the villain, subjectively felt that Feng Yuan should have what all demons should have, and subjectively felt that Feng Yuan would not die, so she let him do whatever he wanted.

But now Feng Yuan, even if he has no heart, is still a human being.

Living people.

Before Mu Wanwan could come out of her emotions, Patriarch Lingshan pushed her away.

Then, he grabbed one of Feng Yuan's hands and transferred his spiritual power into Feng Yuan's body.

As time passed, Mu Wanwan saw Feng Yuan's face visibly getting better, and also saw Patriarch Lingshan's face gradually turning pale.

Until Patriarch Lingshan staggered and was about to fall down.

Mu Wanwan reached out to help him, but Patriarch Lingshan stabilized his body in time.

Looking at Mu Wanwan's hand that was placed behind his back, Ancestor Lingshan smiled: "Although I am an old man, it is not the turn of a junior like you to help."

Mu Wanwan also laughed: "Who can say for sure?"

Ancestor Lingshan smiled and said no more.

Mu Wanwan looked at Fengyuan, whose expression improved, and then at Ancestor Lingshan, and said, "Old ancestor, go back and rest, I'm here."

Ancestor Lingshan took two steps outside, suddenly stopped, stood still and said: "Now that Miss Mu has seen her, she knows that I am not lying. I have not been around Yuaner all year round, and I am fundamental to many things.

I can't help him, let alone watch him all the time. I only have one request, can you watch him for me."

Ancestor Lingshan walked out without waiting for Mu Wanwan to speak. Mu Wanwan sat by the bed and thought for a long time, and then whispered four words -

"I promise you."

Night quietly enveloped Xianyun Peak, and there were no more summer cicadas outside the window. Only the occasional howling north wind blew a sad song in the night.

"Ah! Ah!"

The crows on the branches were screaming miserably, and a full moon hung in the sky. Mu Wanwan lowered her head and looked at the familiar scenery around her.

It was the night I first arrived.

The familiar plot repeated itself scene by scene, but this time, Feng Yuan did not choose to go to Yunbian.

The scenery on the way to Yunlan was particularly beautiful, with flowers and fallen flowers blooming all the way. The group of people walked and walked, it was calm and calm, nothing happened.

She and Fengyuan had no interaction, they were just strangers.

After a few days of grinding, they finally set off for the clouds.

And this time, the five-day journey was stretched to ten days.

After arriving at Yunbian, what they saw was Xiao Fengyu who was seriously injured.

Then on the way back to Taiyan Palace, they received a letter from Ming Zhao.

The letter asking them to go to Lanying to eliminate the water ghosts.

They conducted secret investigations in Lanying for half a month and found nothing, but one early morning they followed a trace of evil spirit and went to the stage.

I read the general's order.

Mu Wanwan felt very familiar. This was her original work.

She dreamed about her original work.

Even she is in it.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Mu Wanwan felt that the ground beneath her feet began to crack.

Then she came to an unknown place.

"Son of a bitch, give me the bun in your hand."

"No."

"Give me!"

Then Mu Wanwan heard the boy's suppressed groan.

The white light in front of her eyes dissipated, and she stood in a dilapidated alley, with deep and shallow puddles of mud at her feet. The sky was gloomy, and at the end of the alley, there were several children in ragged clothes, and the child was dropping his fists and feet on the ground.

On the body.

Mu Wanwan saw the child curled up on the ground, seemingly holding something in his arms. Even though he was injured, he still held the thing in his arms tightly.

The rain finally came, and the child was beaten until he lost all his strength.

The group of children in rags took away the things in the boy's arms.

By the way, he also spat: "Bah! Do you think you, a son of a bitch, deserve such good food? You should eat shit with your son of a bitch."

The boy on the ground closed his eyes, and he didn't know whether it was rain or tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt sad.

"Who are you?"

The group of children in rags stood in front of Mu Wanwan and asked.

Mu Wanwan originally thought that she could not be seen, so she did not take action and just watched. Only at this moment did she realize that she was not a shadow.

"I am a god."

Mu Wanwan couldn't control her mouth at all.

"Laughing, what kind of god is standing on the stinking ditch in the slum?"

The group of teenagers laughed wildly.

"Whether you believe it or not, if you return the things to him, I will let you go."

The leading boy smiled: "She must be a fool!"

While they were laughing wildly, Mu Wanwan jumped out.

By the time the group of teenagers realized it, Mu Wanwan had already taken the baggage and hid it in the abandoned temple.

The boys were furious and searched everywhere in the alley. Mu Wanwan passed through the hole behind the statue and hid in the body of the statue without being discovered.

"Bah! Don't let me see her again next time."

After hearing the footsteps disappear, Mu Wanwan slowly crawled out.

She followed the route in her memory and found the unconscious boy who had been knocked to the ground.

It took a lot of effort for her to move the boy inside.

Slowly opening the bag, there were two hardened steamed buns inside, as well as a dirty pork bone.

Mu Wanwan sighed: "You live a very hard life."

She put the boy on the ground, pulled out a pile of dusty rags, and covered him with it.

I picked up the abandoned incense burner and placed it under the eaves.

The rainwater followed the cracks in the tiles, gathered into a stream of water, and fell into the incense burner.

Mu Wanwan washed the incense burner several times with rainwater until no dirt could be seen in the gaps.

She walked in carrying the incense burner filled with rainwater and looked at the boy lying on the ground.

Finally he sighed and walked out.

(End of chapter)

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