I'm the villain's mother.

Chapter 335

The seal in Song Zhujun's hand moved slightly, and Yuan Yuan suddenly felt that he was gathering towards a certain place.

The consciousness that belonged to Mu Wanwan came back.

The sudden return of pain made Mu Wanwan fall to her knees.

Song Zhujun looked into Mu Wanwan's clear eyes and understood something.

"So, it was the Heavenly Dao and the Heavenly Maiden working together to trap Yuan Yuan in your body?"

Mu Wanwan originally wanted to smile prettily, but she couldn't control her grimace because of the pain.

"My idea, you forgot, I'm also half way of heaven."

Song Zhujun smiled.

"Do you know that I am working hard to save you, do you know that I am working day and night to develop a way to extend your life, do you know that I want to erase the curse in your body even in my dreams. You don't care, you just Want to die, I already knew, you wanted to die from the beginning."

Mu Wanwan grabbed her chest, trying to press Yuan Yuan in her heart to death, but how could Yuan Yuan be willing to die so aggrieved.

Mu Wanwan knew that what Song Zhujun said was only angry words, even though she was in so much pain that she had no strength, she still wanted to tell her.

"I want to live."

The heavenly girl covered Mu Wanwan's heart with a cage of remnant souls, and now she was cracked by Yuan Yuan.

Blood and tears flowed from Mu Wanwan's eyes, and she looked at Song Zhujun with pleading eyes.

"Please, kill me."

Song Zhujun retreated again and again, but Mu Wanwan didn't have the strength to go any further.

Ji Kong didn't know when he stood in front of Song Zhujun.

"Song Benefactor, if you can't do it, let me help you."

Before Song Zhujun understood the true meaning, he watched the sword transformed by Jikong stab into Mu Wanwan's heart.

At the moment when the Jikong Sword was about to pierce Mu Wanwan's heart, Yuan Yuan broke free from the cage and occupied Mu Wanwan's body again.

"I like the ramblings of you people the most. This time, I would like to thank Miss Song again. Without you, I would really die."

The sky became more gloomy, and the hem of the clothes hurt his face, and Mr. Song Zhu sat slumped on the ground.

The tip of Tan Yuan's knife raised her chin, but Jiang Yingsi raised her sword to block it.

Although he blocked it in time, there was still a bloodstain on Song Zhujun's chin.

When she turned her head again, the sword was already on Jiang Yingsi's neck.

"Fear, blood, hatred, regret, really are the most beautiful things in this world."

The chopping sword went one inch deeper.

Song Zhujun couldn't bear it anymore.

"bundle!"

The sword fell from Yuan Yuan's hands and landed on the ground with a bang.

Mu Wanwan's body turned around stiffly, looking at Song Zhujun who was full of tears.

"you"

Yuan Yuan was suddenly brought back to Mu Wanwan's heart, and the Jikong Sword also passed straight through the heart at this moment.

The hole in the heart looked terrifying, and Mu Wanwan had no time to take care of it.

She looked at Song Zhujun who was crying bitterly and shook her head helplessly.

"Don't cry."

Following her words came the pouring skylight.

I wanted to say something more, but I didn't have the energy.Mu Wanwan's gaze was filled with the red glow brought by the setting sun.

Song Zhujun crawled over in embarrassment, his hands were covered with dust and mud stained red by Mu Wanwan's blood.

"Mr. Bamboo, the sun will rise again tomorrow after it sets. Look at this sunset, how beautiful it is. I haven't seen it lying in someone's arms like this before."

Mu Wanwan spoke intermittently and incoherently, but Song Zhujun understood what she meant.

She said that the sun will rise after it sets, which means that even if she dies, she still has something to rely on.

She said that the sunset is beautiful because she is still greedy for the prosperity of this world, just as she said, she wants to live.

She said that she hadn't seen it lying in other people's arms because she also found her own half-sweetness here.

In the beginning, she, Mr. Song Zhu, used her wholeheartedly to use the relationship between them, but in the end it was the half-truth of their own self-discovery in this cruelty.

She later sees through all the people in the book, including Jing Shen, who she loves like her own mother, but she still prefers her.

Even such things as becoming famous in the world, she was prepared to let her take care of it.

"But Wanwan, I don't want to be famous in the world like this, and I don't want your preference either. I want you to live, I want you to live!"

The dead person had no way to respond to her, and his gradually cooling body gradually dissipated in her arms, and finally Song Zhujun only hugged the clothes.

Crying helplessly and desperately, crying heartache.

The breath just blocked her chest like that, making her throat stiff. She wanted to howl loudly, but found that she couldn't make any sound.

When Jing Shen came to her side, Song Zhujun finally wailed.

"Late night!"

The jacaranda floated from nowhere, and landed faintly on Mu Wanwan's clothes.

Jing Shen caught Song Zhujun who was fainting from crying, and frowned slightly.

"call."

Jing Shen turned his head, and the disciple who had already breathed his last slowly sat up at this moment.

Unknowingly, tears rolled from the corners of her eyes to her temples. She originally thought that she would stop crying after becoming a fairy.

Everything came back to life at a frantic pace, flowers bloomed again, grass sprouted again.

Even the pitch-black Sea of ​​Rebirth was sparkling.

This world is more vibrant than when Mu Wanwan first arrived.

It's just that some people never come back once they leave.

It was half a month after Song Zhujun woke up again, when she opened her eyes, she saw Ah Chun who had passed away.

Blinking his eyes, he said belatedly: "You are still alive, is it the way of heaven?"

Ah Chun shook his head.

"The body of a goddess can revive all things, and she is considered half of heaven at night, so she can naturally save them back."

Jing Shen's voice came in, and Song Zhujun's eyes were red again.

"Then...my sister..."

"That's not enough. They can live only because their souls have not been separated for a long time. Those whose limbs are broken can't be recovered."

Song Zhujun lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"What's the matter with you here?"

Jing Shen said lightly: "Wanwan's funeral is coming soon, and the things she left behind will be put into the Qianyin Hall along with her clothes. I just came to ask you to see if there is anything you want to keep as a souvenir."

Song Zhujun held Ah Chun's hand and stood up: "Then thank Master Han Po."

The lotus and jacarandas that used to grow well on Wanyun Peak are now withered.

Song Zhujun pushed open the door, coughing choked by the dust.

At first I wondered why there was so much dust, but then I suddenly thought that the cold-hearted real person who is now cold-hearted is also afraid of being hurt by the scene.

She walked slowly to the desk by the window, and gently brushed away the dust, revealing a piece of yellowed and mottled letter paper.

The handwriting has long since become blurred with time, barely legible.

By the time she read it word by word, she had already burst into tears.

The jacaranda outside the window seemed to sense something, and a cluster of small flowers swayed from the withered branches.

Then maybe it was a gust of spring breeze that wrinkled the small lotus pond and dropped the jacarandas.

The jacaranda hovered, circled, and finally landed on the letter paper in Song Zhujun's hand.

Just like a certain spring more than 200 years ago, the jacarandas that never withered fell leisurely on the letter paper in Mu Wanwan's hand.

It's just that the letter didn't get sent.

Never had a chance to send it again.

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