I'm the villain's mother.

Chapter 272
The needles were really painful, no matter how good Mu Wanwan's concentration was, they all fell apart during the first needle.

Fu Xiansuo strangled her wrist with bloodstains, and she almost strangled her wrist with more force.

Song Zhujun felt distressed, and while giving her the needle, he helped her deal with the bloody grooves on her limbs that were drawn out by the immortal cable.

"Originally, acupuncture was innocuous, but now you have evil energy in your body. In order to seal the evil energy, you naturally used some secret methods. But I still feel unbearable when I look at you. This piercing pain makes me feel uncomfortable even if I hear it. What's more, you are experiencing it yourself now. These spells have been stamped on your bloodline, and now it seems to be temporarily sealed, and if it is reversed in the future, I am afraid it will be much more uncomfortable than it is now."

Seeing Song Zhujun's expression, Mu Wanwan gradually restrained herself from fluttering, and said lightly, "Do you not believe me?"

Song Zhujun went down with a needle and raised his head: "What?"

"This curse seal is on my bloodline. As long as I don't touch the evil spirits, I won't be backlashed, and naturally I won't be so uncomfortable."

Song Zhujun smiled: "Yes, you are so afraid of pain."

Mu Wanwan thought for a while and said casually: "Speaking of which, why didn't you see Xiao Fengyu when you woke up this time?"

Song Zhujun froze for a moment, the needle almost missed.

"What's wrong?" Mu Wanwan slightly amplified her voice.

"At that time, after presiding over Meng Die's funeral, he went to talk to Uncle Meng, then turned around and left."

Mu Wanwan was puzzled: "Where did you go?"

"I heard from my master that after you have made the curse seal, you need to put soft fire and hard snow on a piece of sapphire, and wear it all year round to stabilize the seal. The sapphire is there, but we don't have those two things. No."

Mu Wanwan said in a daze: "So, he went to get Rouhuo and Jianxue?"

Song Zhujun nodded, then shook his head again.

"Actually, that's not necessarily the case. He probably feels guilty at the moment. He didn't come back in time to save you, and after using the dual domains, he cut off Ying Si's arm. I think he didn't know what to do. Facing you, so I took advantage of this to go."

Mu Wanwan sighed.

Then he didn't speak again.

After Song Zhujun finished applying the needle, he took it for another two minutes, told Mu Wanwan to take a good rest, and at the same time put the needle back.

Mu Wanwan saved her head from outside the quilt, looked at Song Zhujun's back and said, "You don't have to worry, he is auspicious, and he will be fine. But you, if you don't coax Senior Brother Jiang well, it will be over."

Song Zhujun glanced at her: "You are out of shape, and you just made fun of me when you woke up. It was your brother who found the medicine for you, and it's your heart that hurts you."

Mu Wanwan felt relieved seeing her like this.

She was afraid that Mr. Song Zhujun's remaining affection for Xiao Fengyu would disappoint Jiang Yingsi's sincerity.

Fortunately, Mr. Song Zhu got it right.

In fact, she has always been clearer than her.

"By the way, I remember that you had a splitting headache at that time, but what did you remember?"

Song Zhujun's steps were stagnant, and then he moved forward: "Thinking about it, it's not a big deal."

Knowing that she didn't want to say it now, Mu Wanwan didn't ask anymore.

After half a month of such treatment, Taiyan Palace finally played the funeral music and held a great funeral for Patriarch Lingshan.

Strange to say, that morning, I held back the snow that hadn't fallen all winter, and it fell as if I didn't want to die.

But in an instant, the world was dyed.

Listening to the noise outside, Mu Wanwan walked up Liuyun Peak step by step, stepping on the thick snow and holding a plain white umbrella.

Looking at the dense crowd, she didn't want to go any further for the first time.

Seeming to see her emotions, Song Zhujun stroked her back.

"what happened?"

Mu Wanwan said softly: "You guys go, I won't go."

So many people, no matter whether they belonged to our faction or other factions, were moving forward, only Mu Wanwan went down the mountain against the flow of people.

She raised her head suddenly, but found that she had nowhere to go.

After hesitating again and again, he finally pushed open the door of Fengyuan Qinglianju.

Holding a plain white umbrella and wearing plain white clothes, she stood in the heavy snow, as if she wanted to blend in with the world.

The door of the study room, which I had been afraid to open before, finally found a chance to open it today.

The wooden carvings are densely packed, and the indoor brilliance flows.

She walked in slowly.

They looked over one by one, and said as they walked: "I still can't understand the mourning at this time. How sincere are the people who came? They just came here because of the name of their ancestors. After all, it's not even as good as I feel sad when my disciple dies. Looking at such a scene, I just feel tired for a while. If I die, I will find someone to scatter my ashes for fun, and if I don’t want to come, I don’t force it.

"

Her gaze traveled through the rows of statues, and finally fell on the face of a red-lipped doll.

Among all the colorless wood carvings, only her mouth was slightly stained with bright red.

She took a closer look, and it turned out to be human blood, which had barely retained three parts of its color after being painted with oil.

When I look closely, this statue is clearly the scene where she was waiting for Feng Yuan to wake up in the house of Ling Shan ancestor.

Memories come like the wind.

The past, those who are far away from Feng, and those who are with the ancestors will make Mu Wanwan breathless.

Tears fell to the ground one by one, and then she finally cried bitterly.

It's not that she doesn't want to be disrespectful, it's because she respects and thinks too much, so she doesn't want to see a trace of reluctance in anyone's eyes.

After all, the bone-piercing pain has always been felt only by those close to him.

When there was no one behind her, she suddenly remembered that the person who treated her so tenderly at that time had already disappeared in the vast snow.

Seeing that Mu Wanwan was in a bad mood, Song Zhujun was a little worried, so he followed Mu Wanwan's trail to find him, but when he heard Mu Wanwan crying, he stopped.

So many days have passed since she woke up.

When someone talks to her, she smiles.

When someone felt uncomfortable, she laughed and amused her.

When someone complained to her, she smiled and listened.

Some people said that she was miserable, but she just smiled and didn't answer.

But is she really smiling?

Now, how many people still remember that her lover also died on the same day as her ancestor.

Everyone is paying homage to their ancestors, so what is this in her eyes?
"Shh."

Seeing that Ah Chun was about to speak, Song Zhujun stopped him in time.

"Don't call her. No matter who she is remembering at the moment, we'd better not bother."

After hearing Song Zhujun's voice transmission into secret, Ah Chun also stopped outside.

"Speaking of which, the appearance of Junior Sister Mu these days really makes me feel that she is heartless and ruthless. Now, for some reason, hearing her cry so sadly, I would rather she is the same as before."

Song Zhujun smiled: "How about Patriarch Lingshan, how about Fengyuan, no one in this world has more say than Wanwan. And when Wanwan smiles, she is always ugly, isn't she? Her eyes are crying all the time, but Everyone thought she was really smiling."

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