I'm the villain's mother.

When Mu Wanwan turned her head, it wasn't who Song Zhujun was.

Mu Wanwan hurried over in three steps and two steps to help Song Zhujun from Ah Chun's hand.

"Why are you here? The injury is so serious. I can handle it well. Why don't you believe it?"

When Song Wang saw his daughter, he also stopped, turned around and walked towards this side.

Song Zhujun took Mu Wanwan's hand and protected her behind him.

"Father, Mother." Song Zhujun's words trembled a little. "It's okay if you want me to go back to the main hall, don't embarrass them." After speaking, Mr. Song Zhu coughed several times, his body swayed, and Mu Wanwan hurriedly embraced Mr. Song in his arms.

Seeing this, Song Wang stretched out his hand, but he didn't stretch out very far, and then took it back.

"Damn girl, I knew you were fine. Hurry up and go back to the main hall with me to see your sister. How did you get the needle? Lan'er kept screaming for pain." Mrs. Song said, she was about to stretch out her hand to pull Mr. Song Zhu .

Mu Wanwan reached out and blocked her hand: "Mrs. Song"

Song Zhujun reached out and patted Mu Wanwan's hand, and made an ugly smile: "It's okay."

With Mu Wanwan's strength, Song Zhujun stood up straight.

"Let's go, Mom."

Mu Wanwan saw Song Zhujun slowly leaving her sight behind Mrs. Song, and let out a sharp breath.

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter, Junior Sister Mu?" As soon as Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she heard someone beside her speak.

Mu Wanwan turned around and looked at Jiang Yingsi who looked puzzled.

"Brother Jiang is awake?"

Jiang Yingsi shook his head: "I'm still a little unclear, so I came out to find you and see if you can help me. I had a long, long dream, and now I wake up and I still can't tell the difference between the dream and the dream." Reality."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "It's like this after sleeping for six or seven days, just get used to it. I have something to do, so I'll excuse you first."

Jiang Yingsi asked in a daze, "What's the matter?"

Mu Wanwan spoke roughly, and saw that Jiang Yingsi beside him had changed his face.

"Take me with you."

Mu Wanwan was taken aback for a moment: "Okay, okay."

When they were still walking through the medicine garden, Mr. Song Zhu had already arrived at Mr. Song Lan's bed.

"Sister." Song Zhujun's voice was weak, but in the next moment, Song Lanjun opened the bed curtain.

"How did you become like this." The words were as cold as ever.

Song Zhujun glanced at Song Lanjun, and knew that she was fine, except for the slight welt.

But those welts have long since disappeared.

Song Zhujun was in severe pain, and he slid slowly and sat on Song Lanjun's bedside.

"Sister, you won, and I will never argue with you again."

Song Lanjun did not speak.

"The battle that day was my confession to myself."

Song Lanjun still didn't speak.

"After this fairy gate meeting, I will never step into Wang Buliuxing again, and the Cangshan Sect will not have me as a young lady."

Song Lanjun still didn't speak.

"Are you satisfied? Sister, for what I said."

Song Lanjun finally spoke this time: "Not satisfied, I want you to die."

Song Zhujun smiled: "Then this request is a little too much, but it is not impossible. Maybe I will die under Ziyan's snake venom before this fairy gate meeting is over."

Song Zhujun propped up his body with all his strength, and slowly struggled to stand up from the ground.

Song Lanjun looked up at her sister, the afternoon sun shone on Song Zhujun's face through the screen window, she suddenly couldn't see her sister's appearance clearly.

Song Zhujun turned around and walked towards the door. Song Lanjun looked at Song Zhujun's back that was drifting away, and suddenly a tear came out of the corner of his eye.

"Sister."

The voice was very small, and was soon overwhelmed by Mrs. Song's voice.

Song Zhujun slowly descended the steps, whistling past her, it was her grandmother who ran fast, and her grandmother was so anxious only for the person who was lying on the bed safe and sound.

Song Zhujun felt extremely tired, smiled slightly at his father, and continued down her steps.

"Ah Jun." Song Wang didn't say the words.

Because Song Zhujun looked at him with empty eyes, it was disheartened for a person, it was hopeless for one thing.

Song Zhujun turned his head slowly and walked down the steps slowly.

She was dizzy, her steps were sloppy, and the pain ate away at her consciousness, but she had to go, and she had to maintain her last self-esteem.

But after all, she still couldn't hold on, her foot was empty, and she fell down the steps of the main hall.

She didn't get up immediately, and didn't care about the hot temperature under her body being scorched by the sun. She just looked at the blue sky and shed tears silently.

Song Wang hurriedly ran to Song Zhujun, but when he was close at hand, he saw a cold and cruel face.

Jiang Yingsi squatted down, took Song Zhujun into his arms, and stood up holding him.

"Put Mr. Zhu down."

Jiang Yingsi glanced at Song Wang, and Song Wang suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

But now that his daughter is being held in the arms of the sword cultivator of Taiyan Palace, no matter what happened, it is unnecessary to spread his face.

Immediately said: "Mr. Zhu, come to Father."

Song Zhujun was already very weak now, and Jiang Yingsi could feel Song Zhujun's trembling.

Turned around and left, but was stopped again: "Mr. Zhu!" Song Wang's tone became more severe.

Song Zhujun tightened his arms around Jiang Yingsi's neck.

Song Wang changed his tone: "You are a woman, and now you are held in the arms of a man in a majestic manner, if it is spread out"

"It's rumored that I married her." Jiang Yingsi's voice was cold and firm.

Mu Wanwan looked at Jiang Yingsi in surprise, but what she thought in her mind was, could the analogy she made come true?Song Zhujun's CP line won't really go off track!
Song Wang wanted to say something more, but Song Zhujun slowly showed his face from Jiang Yingsi's arms.

There were tears hanging on that face, as well as bead-sized beads of sweat.

To Jiang Yingsi, he said, "I'm in pain."

Jiang Yingsi bowed his head and said softly, "I'll take you home."

After saying this, Jiang Yingsi raised his face without any expression, and lost interest in talking to Song Wang, and walked straight forward.

Song Wang wanted to chase after him again, but Jiang Yingsi said coldly, "Wushao."

The Wushao sword was in front of Song Wang, and Song Wang lowered his head.

At that moment, he seemed to finally realize that he was Song Zhujun's father, and that he should have done these things, not Song Zhujun's master and the sword cultivator of Taiyan Palace.

Watching Jiang Yingsi's eyes disappear from sight, Song Wang had a premonition in a trance——

His little daughter is leaving him forever.

From when she would rather cry to a strange man and say 'I hurt' to a strange man.

When the Wushao sword disappeared, Song Wang stood up slowly and walked up the steps.

After entering the main hall, he said, "Lan'er, give the antidote to my sister."

Song Lanjun smiled: "Father, this matter is up to Mother to decide."

Song Wang looked at his wife, she was smiling and looked at his other daughter tenderly.

"That's our daughter too, Qingqing."

Mrs. Song smiled: "Lang Jun, you passed today."

Song Wang squeezed an ugly smile, and said slowly: "Yes, I am overstepping."