I'm the villain's mother.

Chapter 212 Shen Xiao Jiang Que
Su Hu shrugged helplessly: "Anyway, they used to make fun of me."

Feng Yuan also came in with a plate: "I dare not say that, we are all jokes."

Mu Wanwan smiled: "What did you do?"

Fu Huaiying took two steps forward with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, paused again, turned around and said slowly: "He woke up before me, and said he wanted to borrow our kitchen to cook." He pointed to the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand. "This, he also taught."

Mu Wanwan reached out and took a chestnut cake and fed it into her mouth: "It's better if you make it better."

Su Hu also hurried over and wiped his hands on his sleeves: "It's been a long time since I tasted it, brother Yuan's cooking, I haven't tasted it for a long time."

Feng Yuan waited for Su Hu to tighten his mouth before he said, "Your sleeves may not be as clean as your hands."

Su Hu looked down at her sleeves, and sure enough, she saw that the sleeves were full of dust.

The satisfaction on his face from eating the chestnut cake froze for a moment.After thinking about it, he smiled casually again: "It's not clean, and you won't get sick if you eat it. Food should not be wasted. If it is wasted, Brother Jiang will hack me to death."

Mu Wanwan looked at Fu Huaiying approaching Huaiyu with a smile, Su Hu saw that she was engrossed, and turned her head to look at her too.

"Oh, uncle! I also like this pastry."

Mu Wanwan smiled and said, "He called me before the horoscope was written." He took the pastry and handed it to Liu Wenmin: "It tastes really good, do you want to try it?"

Seeing Mu Wanwan's unchanging expression, Liu Wenmin took it slowly.

He took a bite and said softly, "It's a bit sweet."

Mu Wanwanman didn't care: "Everyone has their own taste, eat more sweet ones, the aftertaste is only when it's bitter."

After speaking, Mu Wanwan walked towards the door.

The sun was shining brightly outside the door, causing tears to flow from her eyes.

Along with the tears came a sudden downcast mood.

"Hello author, after testing, the copy of Siluo City is over. Because of the efforts of the owner of Siluo City, the two worlds have reached a relatively good unity."

The brewing emotions were suddenly interrupted by 4391, and Mu Wanwan couldn't help but ask, "Why did you come out suddenly? If I don't look for you, can you come out by yourself?"

"Author, have you forgotten that 4391 is here to monitor you?"

"But you, you weren't like today a few days ago. Don't you feel that the place where you appear now is very obvious?"

"Author, please" she paused at this point. "I'm sorry to the author, there should be a problem with the program, I will report it as soon as possible and solve it as soon as possible."

Mu Wanwan let out a long sigh of relief: "It's okay, just keep your voice down."

"Okay, author, after 4391, I will not speak again unless necessary."

Mu Wanwan nodded, leaned against the door to bask in the sun, and closed her eyes.

"Where's Wanwan?" After another moment, Mu Wanwan heard Song Zhujun's voice inside.

She pushed the door open and went in: "Here."

Song Zhujun frowned, and looked at A Xuan in his arms: "Is he, Elder Su, okay?"

Mu Wanwan knew what every pause in her words meant, so she sighed slowly, reached out and brushed the fluff on Ah Xuan's face: "It will be fine, and it will be fine later."

Song Zhujun's body, which was sitting upright, collapsed in an instant.

"Obviously they just met"

Mu Wanwan glanced around, and finally set her eyes on Liu Wenmin.

"She knew what she wanted, and she knew it from the beginning to the end."

Don't need to say much about the rest, Mr. Song Zhu knew what she was talking about.

Looking at Liu Wenmin's lowered head, Mu Wanwan knew, and she knew what she was talking about.

The Siluo City incident came to an end, and the entire Daomen was immersed in the grief of Elder Su's loss, even Elder Fu who found his own daughter was no exception.

Therefore, when they proposed to leave, no one cared about Daomen.

So in the early morning two days later, they stepped out of the avenue gate in the dim light cut off by the clouds.

Yes, Avenue Gate.

From now on, there will only be Daomen.

Mu Wanwan lay on the roof of the flying boat with her eyes closed, listening to the Fu brothers and sisters bid farewell to their father.

She seems to have never had this kind of feeling that lasts forever.

Speaking of which, they didn't invite Fu Huaiying this time, but Fu Huaiying still chased after him.

"Is the scenery on the roof of the flying boat particularly beautiful?" Feng Yuan slowly settled down and sat beside Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan raised her eyelids and glanced at him.

"Not at all, just enjoy the feeling of freedom."

Feng Yuan didn't speak, and lay down slowly.

"Then I feel it too."

"Yu'er, take these spirit stones, buy more spirit clothes, and wear them differently. Although you are a swordsman, you still have to dress up beautifully."

"Father, I've been used to it for so many years."

"No, I have to take it, and this. These are the talisman seals I carved overnight, and I hold them for self-defense."

"Father, I still have senior brothers and sisters."

"I also have the silver. When we go out, we see some gadgets we like, so we have to buy them. We can't treat ourselves badly."

"father"

"Father, where's mine?"

"Fuck off, you are a man with hands and feet, what do you want for Lingshi and silver? Dad doesn't have any."

"What about the talisman?"

"Can't you draw yourself?"

"My paintings are not as good as yours, so please give me two."

"Okay, this is all for you."

"Father, I'm leaving."

"Fu Huaiying, you are here to help your sister escape."

"Father, take care of yourself, my sister has me."

Fei Zhou went up to the sky amid Elder Fu's muttering voice, and Mu Wanwan touched Liu Yun when she stretched out her hand.

"I'm used to seeing parents like Song Wang and Mrs. Song, but I forgot that it's really enviable to have such parents in this world."

Feng Yuan still closed his eyes, after listening to Mu Wanwan's words, he said slowly: "Life will not always be bitter."

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes and turned her head, looking at the mole on Feng Yuan's eyelid, she stretched out her hand and nodded.

"No, at least it's still sweet now."

A smile hung on the corner of Feng Yuan's mouth, and he stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms: "Mm, sweet."

Mu Wanwan felt the vibration in Feng Yuan's chest, and closed her eyes in satisfaction.

"Sister Wan Wan? Brother Yuan?" Su Hu's voice came.

"They can't be here." Huaiyu said softly.

"I heard their voices just now, I can't hear you wrong."

"There is no one here, you must have heard it wrong. Let's go, my brother is still waiting for me to pass."

The sound of footsteps drifted away.

There were no obstacles along the way, and it only took more than half a month from Da Daomen to Qingyin Pavilion.

When they arrived at Shenxiao Jiangque, Liu Wenmin spoke for the first time.

"I want to come to our Shenxiao Jiangque for the first time. As the host, I invite you to have a meal. Go to Qionglou, the Qiyao soup in Qionglou is very good."

"Miss Liu has changed her temper today."

Perhaps it was Liu Wenmin who poured cold water on others a lot on weekdays, and even Su Hu, who was usually good-tempered, spoke with thorns.

(End of this chapter)