I'm the villain's mother.

Jing Shen was speechless, and just stood there watching Mu Wanwan go further and further away.

Passion Fruit was also standing at the door, looking at the mirror and sighing deeply.

"That child has calculations in her heart, and she can see through everything. She already knows your thoughts about what you should have and what you shouldn't have. It's just that she doesn't want to care about it, or maybe she just doesn't want to care about it with you."

Song Zhujun also lowered his head.

You who are talking about passion fruit have her share.

Jing Shen wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

"I used to think Mr. Zhu suffered a lot, so I was able to endure hardships. Now that I met her, I realized that there are people who can suffer more than Mr. Zhu. However, she can enjoy the hardships. I don't know if it's luck or misfortune."

As Passion Fruit said, she reached out and touched Song Zhujun's head.

"Don't cry, it's a good thing she went to the secret realm. Qiongxiao secret realm is full of spiritual power, which is more suitable for cultivation than Wu Yunfeng."

Only then did Song Zhujun raise his head, and stretched out his hand: "I spent several days practicing the pain-relief pill for her, but I haven't had time to give it to her yet."

Jing Shen saw the teacher and apprentice whispering, and was going to turn around and leave, but he couldn't hold back a second before the door closed.

"Wanwan, what did you do? That day Wu Yunfeng screamed incessantly. If it was really Wanwan, she must have suffered a lot."

Passion Fruit shook her head: "I promised Miss Mu to keep it a secret for her. But it's a bit miserable, and I can keep her safe for a while anyway, so you don't have to worry too much."

Jing Shen nodded, and strode out of Wu Yunfeng.

The Qiongxiao Secret Realm is at the bottom of Liuyun Peak, and when Mu Wanwan first stepped in, she was fascinated by the brilliance flowing in it.

The clear running water is under the feet, and the blooming golden lotus is beside the hand. The spiritual power seems to have a substance here, like a shimmering haze, flowing and shining in this small space.

One second before, Mu Wanwan was still shocked by the scene in front of her eyes, and the next second she spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The black blood melted when it touched the ground, and turned into fly ash in an instant, mixed with the spiritual power here, and disappeared forever.

Mu Wanwan only felt strange, but before she could smile, she felt her throat was congested again.

Not right.

Fu Huaiying got close, looked at Mu Wanwan's frowning, and said softly, "Miss Mu, are you okay?"

Mu Wanwan waved her hands, forced a smile at him, and walked towards the center of the secret realm on her own.

There is an enchantment, which is reinforced and strengthened by the leaders of each faction with their own spiritual power.

Sitting in it, Mu Wanwan suddenly smiled.

Dai's throat was itchy, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

No one cares how she is.

Mu Wanwan was happy and leisurely, raising her wrist lightly.

In the layers of enchantment, another layer was formed.

The spiritual power seems to be insufficient, and the barrier is still a little swaying, but the lotus pattern on it is very clear and abnormal.

Mu Wanwan lay down weakly and spoke silently.

"It's disgusting. It's still like this. It's obvious that the person has been dead for so many years."

The noise outside gradually dissipated, and Mu Wanwan changed her posture.

The curled up body was shaking all the time, but no one knew that she was vomiting blood silently.

It seemed as if he was going to vomit all the blood in his body.

There was no way to see the passage of time in the secret realm, so Mu Wanwan could only guess how much time had passed outside based on the people she faced every day.

When changing from Qinghui to Cuiwu, Song Zhujun followed.

Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun and smiled: "If it weren't for the place where I'm locked up now, I really want you to come and hang around from time to time. Among other things, such abundant spiritual power is also good for you to nourish your spirit." pulse."

Song Zhujun took a look at her, and handed the Qiankun bag in his hand to Immortal Cuiwu.

"Please ask the real person to send these pills to her."

Mu Wanwan joked, "Why, Mr. Zhu was afraid that I would get hurt in the secret realm, so he brought me medicine."

Song Zhujun turned around, and his words suddenly became harsh.

"I don't know who it is. Now it looks like a starving ghost who has been frozen in the snow mountain for 300 years. If you take a second look, you feel that you are going to meet Lord Hades, and you have the nerve to ridicule others."

Seeing Mr. Song Zhu like this, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt that no matter how the years change, some people will still be like the first time they met.

He laughed inadvertently, and couldn't stop coughing.

She reached out to cover her mouth with her hand, but was caught off guard that her hand was wet.

Something seeped through his fingers.

Seeing the sudden changes in the faces of Immortal Cuiwu and Mr. Song Zhu, Mu Wanwan also knew how to describe herself now.

"Late night..."

Song Zhujun's eyes were filled with impatience.

Mu Wanwan took her hand down generously, watching the blood in her palm fall to the ground and turn into fly ash.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's not a big deal, it happens once every three days, and it's more comfortable to spit it out."

Song Zhujun pushed Daoist Cuiwu into the barrier, and said to Mu Wanwan, "What you vomited was blood, not saliva. I agreed at the beginning, but I didn't see you vomit blood here."

Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand to get rid of dust, but was snatched away by Master Cuiwu.

"Okay, now that you look like this, it hurts me to see it. We can do it for you."

Mu Wanwan took the Qiankun bag handed over by Immortal Cuiwu: "Uncle Fifth, don't tell my master."

Song Zhujun pursed his lips: "If I want to say it, I should tell your master the most. You have fallen into this state, and your master has not five points of credit, but three points."

While swallowing the pill, Mu Wanwan waved her hand: "What does it have to do with my master? The most to blame for me falling into this situation is Xiao Fengyuan, who was rescued by Song Lanjun. Besides, Master also has his difficulties. It's all understandable."

Song Zhujun sighed: "Okay, I can't beat you, you are the most reasonable."

It is true that if Jing Shen showed up a few more times, Mu Wanwan's situation would be much better than it is now, and even the soul-inducing nail would not need to be planted.

But it is love to show up, and it is duty not to show up, not to mention that immortals should not meddle too much in mortal affairs.

Although they are cultivating immortals, they are just mortals with some cultivation before they become immortals.

Song Zhujun felt a little irritable, looking up at Mu Wanwan, who was taking medicine, her heart was even more blocked.

"Okay, I've read it, so I'll go first. If there is a chance later, I will come to see you from time to time. I will go back and study with Master about your current situation. It is not a problem to always vomit like this. .”

Mu Wanwan nodded: "Okay, I'll trouble you."

Song Zhujun said as he walked: "You know it's troublesome for me, so get well quickly. Don't keep worrying me like this."

Mu Wanwan's eyes drooped, and Cuiwu smiled: "Stop laughing now?"

Mu Wanwan sighed, and put the Qiankun bag away: "I was going to laugh, after all, you are still here. But after all, I just vomited blood, and I feel a little weak, I really don't have the energy to laugh."

Cuiwu was not angry, but just reached out and stroked Mu Wanwan's hair.

"Why are you so tired? What's more, this is still in front of us. Everyone knows the truth, but when you come to you, you hide it. If you don't encounter it today, you may die, and you won't know that you have suffered so much. .Don't think about how to pretend in front of us, learn to live more relaxed, okay?"