I'm the villain's mother.

The process of apologizing was long and boring. Mu Wanwan once wanted to go back to her room to sleep. After all, she had been in a coma for the past few days, and Mu Wanwan saw and learned too much.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan looked up at Feng Yuan.

The voices of so many people around her were like stones thrown from a cliff to her. Although they were still rolling down, they gradually lost their voices.

"What are you looking at me for? I'm not apologizing to you." Feng Yuan's voice was very clear in the noise, Mu Wanwan thought, maybe she could really feel the vibration of Feng Yuan's chest at this moment.

"There's nothing interesting here. I don't care what I do, whether I will become a devil or how they treat me. I didn't come here to prove that I am a good person." Mu Wanwan paused: "Furthermore, Well, where do so many pure good people come from in this world? Everyone has their own desires. It’s good if they don’t harm others, and it’s even rarer to help others. Thinking about it this way, it’s not impossible for me to become a devil one day possible."

Feng Yuan smiled: "It sounds like that, but you don't know how to do it."

Mu Wanwan raised her head, but she couldn't see the look in Feng Yuan's eyes clearly.

"Miss Mu, I'm sorry, although I think this time can only be successfully concluded with you, but I still think that you are holding the evil sword is a hidden danger."

Mu Wanwan looked at the chubby Beastmaster Sect disciple in front of her, and smiled slightly: "You must always have this thought, maybe I will really become a devil in the future." After she finished speaking, she looked around: "I want to come Now that you've finished apologizing, let's discuss another matter."

Mu Wanwan's weak voice was next to her ears, and before everyone could speak, Ji Kong suddenly stepped forward: "Miss Mu, please speak."

"Cough cough."

There was a light cough before the words.

"When I fell into the Vatican River, I accidentally saw something. There would be no changes in the ghost town, but just three years ago, the relic at the top of the stupa was lent out. There are people who escaped from the stupa. The resentful soul accidentally ran into the ghost town. After learning that the enchantment of the stupa was unstable, I left." At this point, Mu Wanwan turned a corner. "The King of Ghosts is planning to use the method of opening the stupa to release General Guihun."

The scene was silent, and at this moment everyone had vague doubts in their hearts.

"Having said this, it is true that on the one hand, the Ghost King has more spiritual power to subdue General Guihun and reduce our casualties, but the timing of this relic being lent is still too coincidental."

"Amitabha, this relic was borrowed from the exit of the Daomen."

Mu Wanwan naturally knew, after all, when she met Fu Huaiying in Suyuan, Fu Huaiying had already mentioned it.

At that time, Su Yuan's blood demon plot came suddenly, and even Fu Huaiying's appearance there seemed so coincidental.It's like someone has to show up to break a message to them.What makes people even more puzzled is that the incident of catching turtles in Pingzhou, which was not included in the book, still happened after she just thought about it.As if deliberately blurring her memory, the people behind the scenes know everything, dominate everything, and have the ability to change everything——

People who can even manipulate the outside world can modify the metadata of works.

An untimely name came to her mind, Feng Yuan,

But at this moment, looking at the soft-faced person beside her, she couldn't say anything more.

"I remember that at that time, our ancestors of Daomen were attacked by the evil spirit of the mountain spirit. It happened that the spirit was afraid of Buddhism, so we borrowed the relic. I remember it was sent by Master Jikong at that time."

Ji Kong smiled: "It's like this. At that time, I was still living in Daomen for a while, and I was here to drive away the evil spirits of the ancestors."

"How is the ancestor of Daomen?" Feng Yuan suddenly asked.

When Fu Huaiying heard this, she put away the smile on her face: "It's a pity, Master Zeng became a fairy a year ago."

Feng Yuan nodded knowingly, and looked down at Mu Wanwan: "Don't you think this place is not interesting? I'll take you out for a walk."

Mu Wanwan nodded.

After leaving the main hall, Mu Wanwan felt much better physically.

After all, the space in the hall is small and there are so many people, the fragrance of the whole room can't escape, which makes people feel panicked.

Feng Yuan took Mu Wan to the back mountain at night, and the moon was hanging high at this moment.

After the stupa collapsed, although few people came here, small lamps were still lit on the side of the road. The soft light shone on the ground, reflecting the paving stones in a dim yellow, and even the grass on the side was reflected in a little orange light. .

The mountain behind Tanhuazong is full of pines and cypresses, and it is green in the daytime.It was night now, so I could only see the fine and zigzag outlines of pine and cypress leaves under the shadow of the moon.

At this moment, Mu Wanwan smelled the slightly bitter aroma of pines and cypresses, and felt much lighter all over her body.

It's just that before he lifted the skirt and took two steps, he was hit on the head by the falling raindrops.

"Feng Yuan, it's raining."

With nothing in his eyes, Feng Yuan slowly stretched out his hand.

Tall and tall, he has a style of his own.

Li Fengyuan seldom wears big sleeves on weekdays, but today, for some unknown reason, she wore a black shirt with big sleeves.I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but there are still some subtle lines on it, and at this moment, under the cover of the small lamp, it is like water waves, slowly rippling on his body.

Even if the outstretched hand was illuminated by the candlelight, it did not become dull. Instead, under the radiance of the small lamp, it seemed to be coated with a layer of brilliance.

Perhaps at night, people look at everything as if endowed with some special feelings, and Mu Wanwan even felt that Feng Yuan's eyes were filled with turbulent tenderness and nostalgia.

The raindrops fell on the small paper lamp, and the wick flickered along with it.

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan in a daze.

"It's raining, do you still want to go forward?" Before she knew it, Feng Yuan came to her.

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan and blinked, during the process, the little red mole became more and more eye-catching.

In the face of beauty, even Mu Wanwan couldn't help but say, "The little mole on your eyelid is so pretty."

Feng Yuan smiled: "Where is it beautiful?"

Mu Wanwan said, "I can't say, maybe you are already good-looking, and this little mole is just the icing on the cake."

Feng Yuan moved a little closer: "So it's because I'm good-looking." There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in his tone. "But speaking of it, this little mole has never been a good thing for me."

Looking at Feng Yuan's face, Mu Wanwan was stunned.

"why?"

Feng Yuan stretched out his hand towards her: "Because all my sufferings are caused by it, and everyone thinks that this little mole of mine is not a good place."

Mu Wanwan saw Feng Yuan's hand getting closer and closer, brushing past her ear, and going straight behind her, she was startled, and hurriedly took a step back.

"I think this little mole is very good. You see, as long as you open your eyes and look at people, this little mole will disappear. As long as you close your eyes, it will appear again. Isn't this what you see? It disappears when you think about it. Is it? Think about it, isn’t it so?”