I'm the villain's mother

Chapter 102 Seriously Injured
Mu Wanwan smiled and shook her head.

Consciousness slowly returned, and the pain in the back of the head gradually disappeared.

Open your eyes and look at the darkening sky.

Song Zhujun beside him was dozing off, but the round fan in his hand didn't stop for a moment.

Mu Wanwan felt the breeze from the round fan and smiled slightly.

At this time, Song Zhujun's head slipped from her own hand, and she woke up suddenly.

When Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Song Zhu, it seemed that he hadn't woken up yet.

But he subconsciously turned his head to look at her.

Then he fiddled with her from top to bottom, left to right, and then sat down.

When Mu Wanwan looked at Song Zhujun again, she was already sweating profusely.

Mu Wanwan also gave Song Zhujun the spell that Jingshen gave her before.

As expected, Mr. Song Zhu asked in surprise, "This is it?"

Mu Wanwan shook her hand: "My master developed the technique himself. It doesn't have a name, so I chose one for him. It's called Cooling Technique, and it can last for a summer."

Song Zhujun's complexion changed: "In the world, hot and cold, yin and yang, mutual generation and mutual restraint, are the five elements of the Great Daomen, and the same principle is the same. Everything in the world seeks a balance. Humans naturally follow this principle. Xia Tan Cool, Dong Lian Nuan, after the balance is broken, it is even more difficult to slowly recuperate. You suddenly added magic to me, isn't this going against the sky?"

Mu Wanwan smiled: "It doesn't matter. After a while, I'll give you this spell."

Only then did Song Zhujun feel relieved, and stood aside again to sort out the medicinal materials.

It's just that after the silence for a short while, Mr. Song Zhu suddenly spoke, his voice was a little tired, and there was also some faint fear.

"Why do you suddenly feel as if you are going to die? I was shocked when I came at noon, and I was afraid that my medicine would be ruined by you."

Mu Wanwan looked at her and smiled, and Song Zhujun became even more angry: "You are still laughing! I almost took you off the boat when I saw you like that, and went directly to Yujian to go back to Cangshan School to find my master."

Mu Wanwan smiled, and said to Song Zhujun: "I've had this strange illness for a long time, and it didn't have any effect. It's my fault that I didn't tell you in advance. It's even worse for you to worry in vain. No, Mrs. Song has a lot, I hope you can forgive me."

Song Zhujun lost his temper, and handed Mu Wanwan another handful of medicine.

Mu Wanwan finished drinking the medicine, looked at Song Zhujun and said, "Can I act like this now? I want to find Fengyuan."

While tidying up, Song Zhujun said casually: "Of course you can. If you go today, I won't add painkillers to your medicine tomorrow. Anyway, you can leave, and you don't need those."

Mu Wanwan surrendered to Song Zhujun's mouth, and spoke more solemnly.

"But I really need to find Feng Yuan for something."

Song Zhujun looked at her and sighed helplessly: "Is it very important?"

Mu Wanwan nodded.

Song Zhujun turned his head: "Then let that boy Fengyuan come to see you! He has done something wrong, I don't feel sorry for him anyway."

Mu Wanwan nodded: "Alright."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhujun turned around and walked out.

"What's your name? Can I do you a favor?"

Jiang Yingsi heard the voice, turned his head to look at Song Zhujun, and pointed at himself suspiciously.

"I?"

Song Zhujun frowned: "Otherwise? Why are you such a big man?"

Jiang Yingsi was a little hurt at the moment.

The day they met Mr. Song Zhu, they had already known each other. After half a month, Mr. Song did not even remember his name.

Even though he thought so in his mind, he still walked towards Mr. Song Zhu.

"Miss Song, what's the matter?"

Song Zhujun looked up at Jiang Yingsi, paused and said, "Young Master Jiang, I would like to ask you for a favor. Could you go to Fengyuan's house and invite him here?"

Jiang Yingsi's complexion became very good-looking for a moment.

"Is there any problem?" Song Zhujun asked him when he saw this.

Jiang Yingsi smiled, and his gloomy face brightened instantly.

"No."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards Feng Yuan's house.

"You really know how to find someone."

Song Zhujun turned around and heard Mu Wanwan's voice. She was a little confused and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and smiled: "Brother Jiang's hostility towards Feng Yuan is not at 01:30."

Mr. Song Zhu couldn't hold back a 'puchi' smile: "Then we can only wrong our Senior Brother Feng and suffer."

Feng Yuan was indeed suffering. When Chu Chu heard that Mr. Song Zhu invited him to Mu Wanwan's room, he got up by himself.

But Jiang Yingsi refused, saying that Brother Feng is seriously injured now, and I will help you.

Then every part of Feng Yuan's body that was still aching was hit by Jiang Yingsi.

Now he has lost his dream and turned into a salted fish that Jiang Yingsi can play with.

However, Jiang Yingsi seemed to enjoy the pleasure of torturing him.

For a short distance, Feng Yuan felt that it was as long as several lifetimes.

By the time Mu Wanwan came into the room, the blood soaked from the seriously injured parts of Feng Yuan's body had already stained his inner clothes red.

Song Zhujun got up, and slowly supported Feng Yuan to sit down.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the reproach in his mouth did not forget to come out: "Young Master Jiang is a little irritable, Senior Brother Feng is seriously injured now, so don't pay attention."

Feng Yuan raised his eyes to look at Mr. Song Zhu, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing her mind completely.

After Feng Yuan packed up and sat down, Song Zhujun pulled Jiang Yingsi out.

Jiang Yingsi didn't want to go out yet, and Song Zhujun didn't let him go, he pulled Jiang Yingsi staggeringly.

"Why are you pulling me? You don't want to hear what the two of them said?"

Song Zhujun said: "Why don't you just chirp, but also like to listen to people?"

Jiang Yingsi paused for a moment and said, "Can you call the listener's corner about monks? That's because they said it too loudly."

After Feng Yuan listened, raising his hand was a sound-proof barrier.

Seeing this, Mu Wanwan laughed and teased: "It seems that the serious injuries are fake, and the enchantment is so easy to shake."

Feng Yuan said helplessly: "That's you, if everyone else is thrown off the flying boat by me at this moment. Now when I hear the words 'seriously injured', I feel a dull pain in my body. None of the two said that sincerely. .”

Mu Wanwan smiled: "Mr. Zhu, you still remember that you didn't take medicine three years ago!"

Feng Yuan sighed: "If I had known today, I should have restrained myself. There are still many places to rely on Miss Song in the future. I really can't bear it if I keep doing this."

Mu Wanwan smiled and said nothing.

Feng Yuan stretched out his bruised hand to hold the teacup in front of him, just as he touched it, he threw the teacup out instantly.

The sound of ceramics shattering was heard, and Feng Yuan said helplessly: "It's too hot, now I have small wounds all over my hands, and the burning hurts even more."

Mu Wanwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I just wanted to remind you. There's nothing you can do with this dust removal technique. When Mr. Zhu cleans up, I'm afraid I'll have to remember you again."

Feng Yuan looked down at Broken Porcelain, sighed, and then looked at Mu Wanwan: "What do you want from me?"

(End of this chapter)