I'm the villain's mother.

"In a sense, my purpose is the same as yours. It's just that you only want him to die, and I don't just want him to die. So, I paved the way for you. You see, it's all you For those who are familiar and close, now you just need to agree naturally."

Song Zhujun's eyes filled with tears, he looked at Song Lanjun, holding back the tears from rolling down.

"Look at them, am I the only one who is familiar with them? Are they only close to me? They obviously love you so much."

The trembling tone made this passage sound fragmentary. If ordinary people listened to it, they would feel heartbroken.

But Song Lanjun just changed his posture and stood, crossing his chest and looking at Song Zhujun.

"Song Zhujun, you don't need to do this to me. They are ordinary people who have said a few more words to me. I have worked so hard to make you a target, but in the end I still can't resist people's hearts. Only the Song family What's the use for utilitarian couples!"

Speaking of this, Song Lanjun stopped and calmed down his emotions before continuing to speak: "Sometimes I really envy you. You don't have to do anything, it's what the people want."

Song Zhujun didn't speak, but Song Abao spoke up: "Senior Sister has always been sincere in everything she does, but Missy, you have only treated us as ants from the beginning. Between people, who is false and who is false? After getting along for a long time, you will naturally understand. The eldest miss has always blamed the alienation of the disciples and servants in the sect on the young lady, but has the eldest miss ever thought that it is you who have never given your heart."

Song Lanjun was rarely silent, and Song Zhujun shook his head towards Song Abao, motioning him to stop talking.

The thorns on the ground seemed to come alive, at this moment Qi Qi flew towards Song Abao.

But just as he was about to touch it, Song Lanjun reached out and stopped him.

"Arch branch, take your tentacles back."

The thorn returned to its original position, and Song Lanjun looked at Song Abao.

"Perhaps you're right. I've never given my sincerity to you. But why should I give my sincerity to those who have hurt me? Is it because I'm afraid that I won't lose badly enough, or hurt deeply enough?"

"You want to get the love of your father and mother so much, and you put so much thought into it, but why are you throwing it away now?" Song Zhujun said in a depressed voice.

"When I didn't get it, I thought I wanted it, but after working so hard to get it, I felt that it was boring. Thinking about it, I would be happier if I died."

After Song Lanjun finished speaking, he grabbed Song Abao's neck, and then looked at Song Zhujun.

"After talking about it for so long, whether you can get out or not, I will strangle him to death, and I will send you another one tomorrow."

Song Zhujun said slowly: "Let him go, I will go with you."

The cage that trapped Mr. Song Zhu opened suddenly, Mr. Song Lan sighed impatiently, and pushed Song Abao inside.

The thorns closed, and Song Abao looked at Mr. Song Zhu in bewilderment.

"Sister."

Before Song Zhujun could speak, he was preempted by Song Lanjun.

"Don't be here, Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I'm so annoying."

As he spoke, he glanced at the half-dead Ming Zhao and Jing Shen over there, waved his hand, and the cage loosened a little more.

"Stay here and wait to die, it will be bad luck to see you."

After saying this, Song Lanjun stretched out his hand and tore Song Zhujun's clothes, took out the blood that he did not know where he got it, wrapped it in the black sand unique to the demon world, and wiped it on Song Zhujun's body.

"Why bother, you give me two whips, it's sure to be better than what you're doing now."

Song Lanjun answered immediately: "You think I don't have this plan? I just don't want a few useless allies. Do you still have medicine? Give those two some more, I'm afraid they will die again."

Song Zhujun walked over and handed the medicine bottle in his hand to Jingshen: "Uncle Third, don't worry, all this will come to an end soon and usher in the end."

Before she finished speaking, Song Zhujun heard the sound of piercing the air behind her. She reacted quickly, but she was still numb by Song Lanjun's whip.

Blood slowly dripped down from her left arm, but after a while, she felt dizzy.Taking a closer look, the blood soaked her sleeves and dripped on the ground like running water.

She only felt that her eyelids were heavy, and she didn't know if it was her illusion. She only felt a pain in the back of her neck, and a faint purple light flickered in front of her eyes.

The thorn bushes slowly closed, Xiao Fengyuan looked at the cold-faced Song Lanjun, and joked: "Let me see which cruel sister hurt my sister like this."

Song Lanjun felt irritable when he looked at Xiao Fengyuan.

"I don't understand why I was obsessed with you back then. I can kill hundreds or even thousands of crap like you a day."

Xiao Fengyuan was not angry after hearing this, and just said slowly: "I just want to remind you that your traces are too fake, those Yezhu people who escaped recently have also started activities in this world. Good intentions are regarded as the liver and lungs of donkeys, yes A bad guy like me deserves it."

Song Lanjun looked back at him.

"Why are you helping me?"

Xiao Fengyuan sneered: "We were able to collude at the beginning, there is some reason. Although each has its own desires and goals, in the end, they all still exist in this world, and there are still some redeeming, but what if..."

"At this time, you want to save the world again? You and I know what we have done, and your confession at this moment, to be honest, is quite scary."

Song Lanjun looked at the thorn bushes behind him, and continued: "What you said today, I have the right to take it as a joke."

Xiao Fengyuan lowered his head to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Song Lanjun helped Song Zhujun walk away.

The wind in the demon world was as strong as ever, as if a soul was really crying. Walking in it, Song Lanjun suddenly felt relaxed.

It's over, it's over soon.

Song Zhujun woke up faintly on the second day. She looked at some familiar furnishings and wanted to sit up, but was dragged by the wound on her left hand and lay heavily on the ground.

Song Lanjun heard the voice coming in, and he was holding a white coat that he did not know where he got in his hand.

Seeing Mr. Song Zhu grinning in pain, she breathed a sigh of relief and handed the clothes to Mr. Song.

Song Zhujun took it, and asked Song Lanjun while carefully wearing it.

"You never wear white clothes, where do you get so many white clothes? I can also wear your black clothes, why don't you wear them for me?"

Because you look good in white clothes.

Because only a person like you who has never lost his heart and has a heart for the common people is worthy of wearing that white suit.

Song Lanjun ignored her.

"What are you doing for?"

For what she couldn't tell.

Perhaps it is for the reincarnation of the dead demon in the demon world to come back and see the familiar scenery.

Perhaps it was to preserve the last trace of compassion in him.

Song Lanjun still didn't respond.

"You didn't stay in the Cangshan School but went to the Beast Sect. Have you ever regretted it?"

I regretted it too, if I hadn't been so persistent in pursuing things that didn't belong to me, then the demon who really liked her wouldn't have died.

But if she hadn't come to the Beast Sect, she might never have experienced what it's like to be loved for the rest of her life.

Song Lanjun still didn't respond.

"Did you give me your sincerity for a moment?"

Song Lanjun looked at her.

"Let's go after packing up, the master is waiting."

He returned to his usual indifferent look.