I'm the villain's mother.

As soon as Mu Wanwan got the medicine and entered the room, the voice of passion fruit came.

"Why is it taking so long, bring it quickly."

Mu Wanwan gave the soup to Passion Fruit, and she picked it up and began to slowly feed it to Mr. Song Zhu.

Mu Wanwan stood aside and remained silent.

It was Passion Fruit who suddenly spoke wearily: "The last time she was so delirious was after she came back from the Beast Sect 12 years ago. This child has been learning from behind me since she was two years old. At that time, Wang Buliuxing was not what she is now. , there is no distinction between the inner city and the outer city, and there are not so many rules. Mr. Zhu was still a meat dumpling at that time, and it became so big in a blink of an eye. I know how difficult it is for her to grow up to now. Her parents I went to the Beast Sect, and I liked Song Lanjun's child since I was a child, and I spoiled him lawlessly. After that child went to the Beast Sect, they liked him even more."

Mu Wanwan heard Song Zhujun's miserable first half of his life from Passion Fruit's words.

From childhood to adulthood, there are so many things Song Zhujun likes and Song Lanjun doesn't like.And if Mr. Song Zhu wants one, it all depends on her mother's face.

Originally thought that only Banfenghe was forced by Mr. Song Zhu to live in, but from Passion Fruit's mouth, he knew that Mr. Song Zhu's original house was also left by Mr. Song Lan.

A little later, after the change of the Beast Sect, the two children were frightened, and even Mr. Song Zhu lost his memory. The husband and wife still only had Mr. Song Lan in their hearts.

Ban Fenghe was originally assigned to Song Lanjun's residence, but finally assigned to Song Zhujun. She thought it was really what Song Zhujun said, but the truth was not the case.

Song Lanjun was afraid of ghosts, and Ban Fenghe really had a ghost, but they threw their youngest daughter into it just for the safety of their eldest daughter.Even later, he forgot that his little daughter lived in a haunted house.

If it wasn't for Passion Fruit when he came to find Mr. Song Zhu, he didn't know how long Mr. Song would be entangled by that ghost.

"Do you know what the ghost said before he left? He said, 'Talk to her more. After I leave, no one will listen to her.' Since then, I have wanted to get her out, but I have been trying for a long time. Only then did she be taken to Jiangxiangtang. How painful and wronged she is, only the medicinal herbs she planted in Banfengheli know."

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but think of the various sachets piled up next to the low couch of Banfenghe.

He said calmly: "In the future, Mr. Zhu will have us, and it will never happen again." He still wanted to say something but because his nose was sore, he couldn't say it anymore.

The strongest medical cultivator in her protagonist group, and the strongest medical cultivator in the entire continent in the future, unexpectedly grew up like this.

In an environment that lacks love so much, it grows into a big tree and holds up an umbrella for the suffering people; flowers bloom in the extremely sour soil, so that everyone in the world can smell the fragrance of flowers.

Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun's slender body, and further up, there was a face that was crying.

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Song Zhujun heard it.

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Heard all the secrets she hadn't known before.

Mu Wanwan sighed softly, stepped forward, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

"Go to sleep, this is just a nightmare, just wake up."

After Song Zhujun fell asleep, Mu Wanwan came out.

"A Chun!"

The one in front of him was Ah Chun, who had just entered the mountain three years ago and cast the Cuiwu live chicken.

Ah Chun walked up to Mu Wanwan three steps at a time and asked, "Junior Sister Mu, what's the matter?"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Senior brother, help me find out the Luoshu of Bajialian, I know you have a way."

Ah Chun smiled: "Yes, yes, but you have to pay more."

Mu Wanwan was also straightforward: "I'll go find Su Hu in a while."

Ah Chun jumped up and left with a smile, only took a few steps and then turned around: "Junior Sister Mu, there is blood all over your clothes, hurry up and deal with it."

Mu Wanwan smiled, didn't deal with it, looked at the sky, and hurried out.

Just halfway there, I saw Feng Yuan who was checking the sleeves of his clothes.

"You're back? How did you deal with it?"

Feng Yuan tugged on his sleeve, looked down at her: "This is not what you should be concerned about right now."

Mu Wanwan was taken aback, looked at her clothes, and smiled: "It's not a big deal, just change it tomorrow."

Feng Yuan said, "Sure enough, you don't care about trifles."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "I'm asking you something."

Feng Yuan shook his head: "That group of people was really annoying, it made my brain hurt. I didn't do anything, after all, someone helped you talk. But I can understand that Fu Huaiying stood up to help you talk. Behind Liu Wendi, Ji Kong And Yu Qilin has stood up to help you speak, I really don't understand. Song Wang let go when he saw so many people, but I have pity on my ears. Aren't they all Mr. Pianpian, cold and talkative? ? Why are you so noisy now?"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Because they are my positive figures, of course they have to be filled with righteous indignation when faced with injustice."

Feng Yuan looked at Mu Wanwan, and finally said, "Go back and rest, you may not be able to bear this one after another."

Mu Wanwan nodded, took a few steps forward, stopped and said: "Feng Yuan, I think you are right. I have never understood you, whether it is your suffering or your joy. I have never understood you. Everyone thinks that you should look like in my book, but I was wrong. I only know what it is, but I don’t know why. I only know that you are like this, but I don’t know how much effort you have spent to become what you are now. It doesn't matter if it's you or Mr. Song Zhu."

Feng Yuan didn't reply, and Mu Wanwan didn't want him to answer either.

This is the fate she arranged for everyone, and it should be reversed by her.

After tidying up and laying down on the bed, Mu Wanwan tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so she cried out in her consciousness.

"4391? 4391 are you there?"

"4391"

"Ding Dong. Hello author, is there anything I can do for you?"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Sorry, I seem to have disturbed you, but I want to ask you something, so."

4391's cold voice sounded: "It doesn't matter, what does the author want to ask?"

Mu Wanwan paused for a moment and said, "Can I use the reasonable expansion of the plot to change the established fate of some supporting characters? It's similar to how I added a piece of content to Song Zhujun, but disrupted her CP line."

4391 clicked the keyboard, and after a long time, Mu Wanwan heard her say: "According to Article 130 and Article of the "Regulations on the Management of Space Books", this kind of modification is allowed. But the corresponding price will be drawn from the world in the book. My suggestion is not to, because there is such a saying in the human world that "greed is not enough to swallow an elephant." The host may lose more than gain by changing some mission branches."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "I've made you worry."

4391's voice paused: "I also want to ask the author some questions. What kind of state does the author's apology refer to?"