I'm the villain's mother.

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan, and immediately laughed: "It's not sick, don't try to change the subject. You must have asked me to come out because you have something to say."

Feng Yuan stood aside and looked at Mu Wanwan with a very indifferent look.

Mu Wanwan became cramped for a moment, she had indeed lied, and Feng Yuan was also right.

She was sick, she was sick a long time ago, and she has been sick for more than ten years in the sky.It's just that she got used to the disguise, and being exposed suddenly was like being demolished overnight, which made her feel very insecure.

So she learned early on to wave hands indifferently, chuckle indifferently, and tease indifferently.

Xu Shi saw Mu Wanwan's discomfort, and Feng Yuan turned his gaze.

"I called you out because I have something to tell you. I suspect that the ancestors of Daomen were on the verge of death at that time. There is a kind of ganoderma in the genus Jingguai, which is transformed from a thousand-year-old ganoderma. It can revive the dying person, but Has not been seen for many years."

Feng Yuan's voice was very serious, not like a joke.

Mu Wanwan looked at him: "You said that you haven't appeared in this world for many years, how can you be sure that the one possessed by the Daomen Patriarch is the Zhi Ling?"

Feng Yuan opened his mouth slowly: "I saw it about 800 years ago. That man was a high-ranking Buddhist monk, and he injured his foundation while fighting with others. He didn't know where he got the Zhiling, and that Zhiling still had evil spirits on him. In order to survive, he swallowed it recklessly. But within a few months, he recovered to his original state, and even the evil spirit in his body was dispelled. But later, he didn’t live long, and the Zhi Ling disappeared.”

Mu Wanwan thought for a while, and then she stumbled: "You mean that Zhiling has been alive all this time, and even this time, by chance, he got into the body of the Daomen Patriarch?"

Feng Yuan shook his head: "No, I don't think it's a coincidence."

Mu Wanwan heard the worry contained in Feng Yuan's voice, and said silently: "Is this also a secret that cannot be told?"

Feng Yuan smiled faintly: "I can only say this. Of course, you can also think that I have already started my main line to lure you into the trap."

Mu Wanwan didn't care about it: "The temptation is the temptation, anyway, I entered this trap voluntarily. But, I want to ask, where did you see this Zhiling 800 years ago?"

Feng Yuan pondered for a moment before slowly opening his mouth: "Near Taiyan Palace."

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment: "Did you remember correctly?"

Feng Yuan said slowly: "It can't be wrong, that time is a rare time in my memory."

Mu Wanwan didn't know how to respond, she just looked at the moon and said, "I think, we can't go back to Taiyan Palace this time. No matter whether this Zhi Ling is true or not, we are destined to go to the Daomen This time."

Feng Yuan looked at Mu Wanwan with a complicated expression, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

After a while, the sky was filled with stars, and in the silent night, only two or three unknown insects were left.

"Let's go, it's late at night. You are not in good health, you should go to bed earlier."

As soon as Feng Yuan said this, Mu Wanwan coughed twice belatedly.

Seeing this, Feng Yuan hurriedly dried the wet part of Mu Wanwan's body with spiritual power.

"Although in the realm of heaven, your injuries have been erased, and Mr. Song Zhu has also boiled medicine for you these two days to take care of your body. But in the final analysis, your body is too weak. Logically speaking, you In the past three years of Taiyan Palace, the body should have been different from ordinary people, but now, I actually feel that any ordinary person can be stronger than you. I really don’t understand how you live, and how you keep living and going back. "

Mu Wanwan smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. After I rest and recuperate, I can change back again." As she spoke, she coughed a few times, and Mu Wanwan turned her head to look at the glistening moon. "Let's go."

Feng Yuan slowly took off the long-sleeved shirt on his body, stepped forward and put it on Mu Wanwan's body.

"This snow cloud gauze is the best way to keep warm. It's still a little cold after it rained. It's not good for you to wear such thin clothes."

Mu Wanwan reached out and pulled the clothes.

"I just said why people who don't wear long sleeves and think it's troublesome are wearing big sleeves today, so they are waiting here."

Feng Yuan smiled: "I know you just woke up. After sleeping for so long, you want to come out for a while, so I went to find Fu Huaiying and asked him to make the final decision. Thinking about the time when the mink fur was given to you at that time, you must not I am willing to wear it, so I have no choice but to make a bad decision. You can have fun secretly, when I came out, I also took the big sleeve of Xueyunsha."

Mu Wanwan wrapped her clothes again, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm having fun, thank you, Ayuan!"

Feng Yuan looked at Mu Wanwan with shock in his eyes: "What did you call me?"

Mu Wanwan stopped walking down the mountain, and turned to look at Feng Yuan.

"Ayuan."

The big black sleeves stretched across the floor, and under the light, it looked like a bottomless lake. The candlelight illuminated Mu Wanwan's face softer, and Feng Yuan saw the tenderness on her face that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Those two words hit Feng Yuan's ear like a spell to seduce people.

Feng Yuan was so excited as if she was about to shed tears.

Something passed through endless time and gradually overlapped together.

"Ayuan."

At that time, she also called him that.

Mu Wanwan said nothing more, turned around, and walked slowly down the mountain along the gravel road illuminated by the candlelight.

Feng Yuan stood where he was, looking at Mu Wanwan's back, his pupils flickered.

"We agreed, you are you, and I am me." Feng Yuan said with a hint of ferocity.

"A Yuan, are you still leaving?"

The place where Mu Wanwan was standing at the moment was blocked by the mist, and Feng Yuan could not be seen clearly.

Feng Yuan raised his head, through the thick fog, he tried hard to see Mu Wanwan clearly.

"I'm sorry." Feng Yuan opened his mouth, but these three words were lighter than the passing wind.

"coming."

Mu Wanwan heard Feng Yuan's joyful voice, walking towards her slowly through layers of fog.

When she got closer, Mu Wanwan suddenly said, "When you called me Awan, I didn't say anything, why did you get angry when it was my turn to call you Ayuan?"

Feng Yuan smiled lightly, reached out and tapped Mu Wanwan's forehead: "How do you know I'm angry?"

Mu Wanwan took it for granted: "I'm not angry, do you like it?"

Feng Yuan said helplessly: "Not bad."

"Then I'll call you Young Master Feng?"

"Also."

"I told you to stay away?"

"It's kind of weird."

"Senior Brother Feng."

"as long as you are happy."

"Then how about I imitate the real people and call you Yuaner?"

"Sounds like my mother."

"It's a bit similar. However, you can be regarded as a character I wrote. Since you are my child in my book, it is not wrong for you to call me mother."

"Then I'm so miserable, shouldn't you be my stepmother?"

"How can you do that? Anyway, I created you, so I should be your mother."

The voices of the two talking became farther and farther away.

Under the moonlight, someone came out from behind them.