I'm the villain's mother.

The dim light through the window sills hit Feng Yuan's bloodless face.

"Ahem." After all, he couldn't hold back his cough.

"Brother Yuan is awake."

The door of Feng Yuan's room was suddenly pushed open, and dazzling light poured in.Feng Yuan stretched out his hand to block it, then half-closed his eyes and looked over.

"Where's Ah Wan?"

Song Zhujun smiled: "Don't tell me, it's the first time I saw a person whose eyes were not fully opened, and I opened my mouth to ask another person where he was going."

Feng Yuan bent his lips: "You have to thank me for helping you gain insight."

Su Hu suddenly took two steps forward: "Brother Yuan, have you been taken away by someone? You even started joking with us."

Feng Yuan said lightly: "Why, I can't joke with you anymore?"

Song Zhujun slowly lifted the low stool and sat in front of Feng Yuan's bed. While speaking, he stretched out his hand to feel Feng Yuan's pulse: "Why can't you open it? Let me tell you, your mouth should speak and stab others."

Feng Yuan shrank his hand back: "No need."

Song Zhujun looked puzzled, and withdrew his hand resentfully.

"Forget it, Wanwan said at that time that you have no problem, so I guess you don't need me." He said and put away his things. "By the way, Wanwan went back to her room. I saw her complexion was not good, so I told her to take a good rest."

Feng Yuan smiled and lowered his head: "Thank you."

Song Zhujun didn't speak, just shook his head and walked out.

The door was closed, Feng Yuan lowered his head slowly, and opened his cuffs, exposing his wrists.

The original light gold has turned into a bright blood red.The place where only one petal was about to fall was now covered by seven lotus petals.

He slowly covered the glowing red wrist with the other hand, breathed a long sigh of relief, and slowly leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the wood grain above his head in a daze.

After a long time, he opened the door with his clothes on.

Along the familiar path, he walked slowly to Mu Wanwan's door.

Just as he was about to reach out to push the door, he suddenly remembered Song Zhujun's advice, after thinking about it, he still used his spiritual power to pass through the wall.

Mu Wanwan's room was no different from his. He picked up the low stool and slowly sat down beside Mu Wanwan's bed.

Time seemed to slow down, but he knew that time was running out.

"Wake up, wake up and talk to me."

Mu Wanwan felt that such a voice came to her ears, and she could clearly feel the difference between the two voices.

"Wake up, Wanwan, wake up and talk to me."

When is this?
In the next second, Mu Wanwan's brain was attacked by a sudden memory.

"Senior brother, look, isn't the jacaranda very beautiful after it blooms?"

"Brother, you go first, I will help you block Master and the others."

"Brother."

"Brother."

"Brother."

That is--

her?

"Sinister, you actually helped that devil! It's like helping the evildoer. You have listened to the teachings of the teacher for so many years, haven't you?"

"Junior sister, do you know how many people he killed today?"

"Senior Sister! Senior Sister! Senior Sister!"

Mu Wanwan could feel the pain in her stomach, as well as the coldness brought by the blood gradually flowing out of her body.

She sat up suddenly.

"what happened?"

That memory was so vivid, Mu Wanwan turned her head numbly, looking at Feng Yuan who was giving her back.

"What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?" Seeing Mu Wanwan's distraught look, Feng Yuan asked again.

Mu Wanwan reached out to touch herself, trembling all over: "I'm cold."

When Feng Yuan heard this, he quickly surrounded Mu Wanwan tightly with a quilt.

"how about this?"

Mu Wanwan was still trembling: "It's cold."

Feng Yuan hugged Mu Wanwan into his arms, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's not cold, I'm here."

Repeat over and over.

Mu Wanwan finally calmed down: "I dreamed that I died, in a hut in the mountains. The sword is so cold, my stomach hurts, and the blood keeps gushing out. It's so cold, so cold, so cold. chilly."

Feng Yuan kept stroking Mu Wanwan's head: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, it's just a dream, just a dream."

Mu Wanwan continued trembling.

"I'm so scared, I'm so scared of death, I'm so scared of pain. I'm also scared of your death, I'm scared of you all dying!" At this moment, Mu Wanwan finally cried out. "At the beginning, I really thought that you are all characters in the book, and you will die when you die. I was very excited when I wrote it, and I felt that I had issued a peerless knife, but when I really came here, I watched You cry, watch you laugh, watch you accompany me through the darkness, accompany me through the dawn, I don’t have this kind of thought anymore, I don’t want you to die.”

Feng Yuan's hands trembled a little, but the hand following Mu Wanwan's back didn't stop.

"I'm not going to die, I'm not going to. Neither are they, nor are you, it's just one of your nightmares, it's okay, it's okay."

Mu Wanwan heard Feng Yuan's gentle voice, but there was endless sadness in her heart.

"You're lying, you're going to die, you're the first to die, and you're still lying to me." Mu Wanwan reached out and grabbed Feng Yuan's wrist.

Feng Yuan didn't have time to get out of the way, and let her grab her.

After a long time, Mu Wanwan's mood really stabilized, and Feng Yuan slowly withdrew his hand.

It's just that Mu Wanwan didn't let go, but looked at the bright red seven-petal lotus on Feng Yuan's wrist, and said slowly, "What is this?"

Feng Yuan smiled: "As I said, I will not die. This is the immortality contract of the demons. As long as I have it, I can live as long as the caster."

Mu Wanwan remembered the man in black who appeared twice.

"Is that person a demon?"

Feng Yuan thought for a while: "It doesn't matter, he used to be a swordsman. Do you still remember the story I told you about the Pengshan swordsman?"

Mu Wanwan nodded.

"He is that sword cultivator. He didn't find a way to revive the girl, but he found the sorcery to reshape the way of heaven."

"Reshaping the way of heaven?" Mu Wanwan felt incredible.

"Yes, combining all the evil, death, evil, ghost, and demonic auras in the world can overthrow the way of heaven. The rules are written by the victors, and this can naturally be regarded as reshaping."

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yuan's increasingly pale lips, and said slowly, "Stop talking."

Feng Yuan turned to look at Mu Wanwan: "What's wrong?"

"Do you know how pale your face is? Do you know how pale your lips are? I will know these things sooner or later. You are wasting your life now, do you know?"

After hearing this, Feng Yuan smiled, as if his chest was stretched, and coughed twice.

"It's okay, you know earlier and prepare earlier."

Mu Wanwan said wearily: "Even if you say it now, it's useless, he might just wait for you to say it." She looked at Feng Yuan, paused and continued: "Besides, you know better than me. Know that the real reason he is so confident is because he is strong enough, because he can use his force to suppress us all."