I'm the villain's mother.

Chapter 287

"It's because I can't wait for human feelings. My daughter, who looked calm and calm in the past, would still do such things that harm the world, not to mention that she has evil spirits."

Song Wang met Mrs. Song's eyes, and finished speaking bravely.

Mu Wanwan knew in her heart that it would not be as Jikong wished.

The Song family has always been like this, even if they suffer, they want other children to suffer more.

This kind of thing happened to my daughter just now, and now seeing that Mu Wanwan didn't directly bite her, she has restrained herself.

Ji Kong was even more calm: "Then what does Head Song mean?"

Qinghui took a step forward calmly, and Mu Wanwan lowered her head.

"Plant a soul-inducing nail, so that even if she is really out of control one day, we will have countermeasures." Song Wang didn't speak, and it was Mrs. Song who spoke.

Mu Wanwan showed no extra expression, but the passion fruit exploded first.

"Spirit drawing nails? How dare you speak! How did your mother teach you? The Cangshan sect established its sect with benevolence, and the ancestors of the Cangshan School have long listed soul drawing nails as a forbidden law. Fa, where did you learn it!"

Mrs. Song looked at Passion Fruit and just smiled slightly: "Senior brother, you think that benevolence and harmony are more respected by the world. That's your business, and I think it's right. But you can't force me, force my Song family, and do it too." People like you. If there is an irreversible disaster one day, my Song family should at least have a way to save their lives, right?"

After Madam Song said this, she turned her head and looked at the crowd with a half-smile.

Passion fruit was angry and cursed.

But the scene became more and more silent.

One side is absolute strength, and the other side is soft threat.

"I still think this method is too cruel, Master Jikong's method is better."

Fu Huaiying broke the silence.

Mrs. Song smiled: "You said it alone, it doesn't count."

These words were like water splashed into a frying pan, and the surrounding area became noisy.

Mu Wanwan suddenly thought of Feng Yuan, or the executive officer Miao.

If he was still there, she wouldn't be able to hear these words now.

The soul nail is nailed to the strongest soul of a person, and gradually eats away until the soul dissipates.It sounds like it is letting her live, but in fact it is prolonging her painful time.

How much it hurts, how much that hurts.

Nobody cares.

Mu Wanwan laughed, and the conversation died down.

Jing Shen looked at Mu Wanwan.

"Plant."

Mrs. Song had a smile on her lips, and raised her brows: "There are more than a thousand people in the audience, but none of them can match Miss Mu's awareness."

Mu Wanwan still saw her making seals with one hand and muttering words, but after a while, a long nail with a chill appeared in her hand.

Mrs. Song walked in step by step, and the corners of Mu Wanwan's mouth became more and more curved.

"Miss Mu, it hurts a little, you have to hold it back."

"No! Mrs. Song, no!" It was Song Zhujun's voice.

Passion Fruit wanted to reach out to stop her, but was trapped in a corner of the room by disciples of the Cangshan School.

Mr. Song Zhu passed through many crowds and finally saw clearly.

Mu Wanwan's hands were imprisoned by the disciples of the Beast Master Sect, and she was embarrassed and weak.

But still smiling at her.

"No! No! Mrs. Song!" Song Zhujun burst into tears.

But Song Wang's hand holding her wrist was like the strongest shackle in the world, and she couldn't break free at all.

He could only turn his head and look at his father with a tough face.

"Master Song, let me go, let me go, let me go, okay? That's a soul nail, a soul nail!"

The unbearableness in Song Wang's eyes flickered for a moment, and his hand was knocked off.

He looked up at Jiang Yingsi.

Jiang Yingsi pushed Song Zhujun: "Go."

Song Wang was shocked: "What are you doing! Do you know what will happen if she goes? If it is serious, she will die."

Jiang Yingsi put the black shoot on Song Wang's neck: "I know the consequences of this better than you, but I am willing to respect her and make all the choices she wants to make. So, for your safety, please don't try to stop her. gone."

Seeing that Jiang Yingcai's face turned cold, everyone didn't dare to move forward for a while.

Song Zhujun was in tears, but she walked a few steps for a century.

She watched the soul-guiding nail getting closer and closer to Mu Wanwan, and watched Mu Wanwan shake her head at her.

But she could only look at her mother's back, pleading word by word.

"Mrs. Song, please, please, let her go."

"Mrs. Song, that's a Soul Nail."

"Mrs. Song, that hurts so much."

"Mrs. Song"

The last pride she can maintain is that even if she begs, she still does not call her father and mother.

But that nail seemed to be nailing her into pieces.

Inadvertently, I thought of the spell Mrs. Song taught Song Lanjun when I was very young.

The picture was blurry, she could only hold back her headache and recall it over and over again.

Tracing it according to the vague appearance in memory.

"Ma'am! That's the Soul Nail!"

The nail in Mrs. Song's hand loosened for a moment.

She didn't pay much attention to it, and just thought it was the first time this daughter called her mother in a long time, which made her a little at a loss.

But the next moment, she realized something was wrong.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Song Zhujun: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Song Zhujun's face was covered with tears, but his smile was a bit more brilliant than usual.

"I know, Mrs. Song. But the Soul Nail cannot be planted. At least it can't be planted on her. It hurts too much. Her life is already very difficult. If you do this again, you will die."

Mrs. Song's tone became even more aggressive: "If you go on like this, you will die. If you force the Soul Nail, you will be backlashed. I won't take half of the burden for you."

Mr. Song Zhu didn't talk to Mrs. Song any more, just kept chanting mantras.

Mu Wanwan felt much lighter, but when she saw the tears in the eyes of Senior Passion Fruit, she suddenly reached out and took Mrs. Song's hand.

"It's really troublesome, it's so annoying, and I still have to do it myself."

The Soul Nail touched the soul, and Mu Wanwan curled up in pain in an instant.

But her hand was imprisoned behind her, and she had no room to break free.

Song Zhujun was bounced off by the soul nail, and slowly crawled towards Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan's face became very pale, whiter than the snow in front of Qianyin Hall.

Song Zhujun slowly stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of Mu Wanwan's mouth.

"why?"

Mu Wanwan was in so much pain that she couldn't make a sound, so she could only shake her head with all her strength.

The tears flowed uncontrollably, and even the snot flowed uncontrollably.

Mu Wanwan was like a beggar who was executed in public, everyone looked on coldly, and everyone hurriedly avoided.

It went dark, and Mu Wanwan passed out.

"Late night."

Only then did Jing Shen speak, and pushed Mrs. Song away with a worried expression.

Mu Wanwan's hands were put down, and the palms were shattered by nails.

It was bleeding, and it was slapped heavily on the ground.

The wound on the heart also oozes blood.

Jing Shen took Mu Wanwan into his arms.

Mrs. Song walked slowly to Song Wang's side, and pushed Jiang Yingsi's sword away.

"Jianfeng is not a good habit of treating people."

Jiang Yingsi put the black shoot back into its sheath, and walked towards Mr. Song Zhu with strides.

But there was no mercy in his mouth: "My sword is never against people."

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